“Come here.”

Alice walked slowly to him.

“Lay across my lap.”

Alice had assumed that he would want to fuck her. A spanking hadn’t even
entered her mind. She could barely remember her last spanking. She had been
in grade school and her mother had pulled down her drawers and used a hair
brush on her young ass after finding out about a fight in school.

With some genuine fear, Alice lay across his lap.

Mark didn’t begin spanking her at once. First he spread her legs and felt
the sticky dampness there. Alice blushed hotly at the shame of having mark
examine the evidence of her infidelity.

When she had had her fourth orgasm from his fingers, he had presented his
limp organ to her face. She knew what he wanted and she looked desperately
for a way out.

She had gone down on Mark (and to both boyfriends before him), but never
after sex. She didn’t mind a clean cock, but to lick one that had just …

That was too much.

But here was Dave, and she would have to admit that she was bothered by
something he obviously thought was fine. He had already gone down on her, and
after coming in her as well.

I have found though that you’ve caused my rides to be a little more exciting
lately than I remember them as a child. Last week as I was arguing with myself
about the many reasons why I shouldn’t go for a ride like I don’t feel like
it…it’s too hot…I don’t want to…I need to do some paperwork for
work…when I heard a knock on the door. And there you were in your biking
shorts holding your bike. I was totally shocked because usually you never come
to visit and you’ve made so many remarks about the fact that I ride too slowly
so I assumed you would never ask me to go for a ride. But there you are-God,
how I lust after you when you’re in those black shorts-they leave nothing to my
overactive imagination. You’ve been out for a while because you’re soaked with
sweat making the curves of your muscles even more visible.

The look on your face is pure satisfaction-”So, want to go for a ride? I’ve
done 40 miles so far and you can survive another 10, can’t you?”

Oh, shit-I think to myself-he’s doing well-he’ll beat me into the ground but I
smile and sputter, “Sure, you know I’m slow though” I’ve got to change-oh,
damn, now he’s going see that I haven’t got a tan or even a shade of a tan-at
least my legs are shaved. I put on my sweat shorts and my jersey and wheel my
bike out.

I’m thinking-You’re used to racing and you’ve got a bike set up for it-there’s
no way I can match you-I’ve got a mountain bike that weighs twice as much as
yours-I outweigh you by a good amount. And you’ve been in training for months.
Oh, well the pain’ll be over soon.

We start off slow and I follow you-at least you’re not cranking-you slow down
and drift back beside me so we can talk. “How bout we take one of the side
roads, do about 10 and then circle back to your apartment? You take me home in
the car if I’m too tired to ride?”

“Sure”. A reasonable request it seems to me.

“Or you can put me up for the night.” And off you ride and down a side street
laughing as you drop me in the dust.

I push to catch up with you. “Did you mean you’d stay over?”

“Yeah, if you can keep up with me for the whole trip.”

Is this an incentive or what-I haven’t made love to anyone in 2 1/2 years and
all I have to do to get you into bed is keep up with you for 10 miles.

Unfortunately, I start to feel the effects of keeping up with you already-my
calves are aching and my knees feel like shit. You drift back again-grinning
that mischievous grin you have and ask “How you doing? I can make it a little
more interesting for you.”

“How’s that-going to give me a new set of knees?”

“Nope, I was thinking that we’ve gone about 3 miles already and we can stop
about 2 miles from here for a short break. In the mean time, why don’t you
think of that seat as a substitute for part of my anatomy.”

And you don’t lose eye contact with me as I almost ride into a ditch.

Oh Christ, am I out with a sadist or what…you know how long it’s been for
me. I keep envisioning all the times that it would have been right for you to
have just come over and stayed. I keep remembering all the times you said
“No”.

What you said is having it’s effect-I do seem to be sliding back and forth and
it’s taken my attention away from the pain of my legs. I just have that moist
feeling between my legs in the center of my concentration. As we start up a
slight hill, I lift off the seat and you keep up with me easily and say “I
notice you don’t wear anything under your biking shorts either. I always
wondered if you were a real red head or not-looks like you are.” And off you
go up the hill with the ease of a jaguar.

I’m starting to get pissed now because I’m losing steam and I can’t really keep
up with you and I’m really horny now. I keep wondering if I’m really going to
get laid at the end of this or if you’re just going to sleep on the couch. I’m
surprised because my knees seem to have gotten used to the ride and I’m at the
top of the hill-thank god. You drop back and ride beside me and say “The air’s
nice isn’t it” And it is too-cool as we descend-the way I like to ride-down
hill on a warm day. “See the sign down there and you point to a blue sign on
the right-we can stop there for a minute and get a drink of water.”

I just coast and feel the wind pass me and it’s a great feeling-I don’t feel
too bad-I’m half way there and I’m happy.

We turn into a little park that has some benches and trees and a little
waterfall. I didn’t know this park was so close to my apartment-what a
delight. I get off my bike and lean it up against the back of the bench and go
over and dip my hands under the waterfall, drench my hair-the cool water
dripping down and soaking my jersey. I’d like to take a shower right now,
preferably with you. The water is so cool and I cup my hands and take a
drink-it’s really cold-I know I’ll get cramps if I drink too much so I just go
over and sit on the bench.

You join me and sit close with your thigh touching mine. I really would like
to have you right here on the bench. The silky feel of your freshly shaved leg
against mine is a sensual delight. The thought of how wonderful it would feel
to have your thighs between mine and your cock sliding in and out of me is
rather stimulating at this moment.

There seems to be great pleasure for you in keeping me in the chase right now.
You start a conversation having to do with work and what the merits of certain
features of the product you’re working on are-I lost the thread of that after
the first few words-I realize that there has only been work between us and
there’s no hope for anything more. It really hurts a great deal to think that
way and so I’d rather have the pain of my legs to think about than the breaking
of my heart. I get up and get my bike. “Which way?”

You’re kind of shocked since you thought I was listening to the work
conversation. “If we go down here and take a right, it goes back to your
apartment but we’ll be short by about 2 miles from our agreement.”

“Well, then we can go straight and circle back someway, I would imagine.”

“Sure-is something the matter?”

“No, I just remembered I should go to work later-I’ve got some stuff to write
up.” And off I go-I try to keep my eyes averted so you don’t see the tears run
down my face as I realize once again that I’m nothing more to you than a
willing listener. I don’t notice my legs any more, I just concentrate on how
I’m going to gracefully say good-bye that afternoon. I’ve got to stop hurting
myself by thinking that there’s any more to our relationship than work. I’m
woken out of my thoughts by your hand on my forearm.

“Hey, stop a minute.”

“There is something wrong-what is it?” You really look concerned and I never
could resist being enchanted by the depth of those brown eyes.

“I just want to go back to my apartment because I have a lot to do and I should
be doing it instead of riding today.”

“Is this another way for you to avoid me like you’ve been doing for 2 months
now? Ever since I took my new job, you never have time to talk to me and I
really miss the talks we had, I thought we were friends-I feel totally
abandoned. Don’t you give a shit about me anymore?”

We’re standing by the side of the road and I hate public scenes-I can’t stop
the tears now. “Of course, I care for you-I care too much, I don’t want to be
just your friend, I want to be your friend and lover. I tied myself in knots
while you worked with me and now you have a new job and a new start and it’s
better that I not stay involved because you’re dating other people and one of
them will work out for you-then I’ll be left a second time-Please don’t make me
get re-involved, it just hurts too much.”

You let go of my arm and slide your arm around my waist. “I’ve always loved
you in my own way-I wouldn’t have spent so much time and gotten both of us in
trouble all those time if I didn’t value you as a part of my life.”

My first impulse is to run. I start to move away and your grip on my becomes
firmer. “Let’s go back to your apartment and have dinner-you’re too tired to
work tonight so let’s have a nice night together away from work.”

We get back on our bikes and I start off, you pass me and take the right side
street and I follow. Another couple of miles and I see the back of my
apartment building. The tears are still streaming down my face-more pain from
this relationship, I just don’t want any more pain. I keep saying to myself,
now when he says he just wants to be friends, it’ll be alright, you can handle
it-it’s not the end of the world. You don’t have to see him at work-it’ll be
fine. You can take him home from your apartment and it’ll be over in half an
hour. All the crap of a lifetime of rejection wells up in me: I’m not pretty,
I’m not bright enough, I’m not mature enough…it goes on endlessly in my
head-I’m just wrong.

We get back to the apartment. “Do you want me to take you home now or what?”
I’m really short with you now and I can’t look you straight in the eye.

“Later-let’s get cleaned up first.”

We bring our bikes into the apartment. I go to the refridge and get a jug of
water out. “want some?”

“Some what?” As you stand about a foot from me and have a strange smile on
your face.

“Water-what else is there?”

You move closer and put a hand on each side of my waist and say “How about some
of you.”

This is scaring the hell out of me and I start trembling and try to move away
but you hold me tighter. “Stop running away from reality into that very scary
fantasy world of yours. I’m not leaving you. You haven’t any real idea of how
I feel about you because you haven’t talked to me for 2 months.” The tone of
your voice shows your irritation.

“Okay.”

“Now, I think you should take a shower and put on something cool and
comfortable and something you enjoy wearing. I’m going to take a shower, too.
I brought clothes to wear to dinner. Then we’re going to have a conversation
about us-not work-not me-not you but us.”

I come back with a short black kimono, holding it out for you. “You might like
to wear this when you come out of the shower-you can take a shower first if you
like.”

“No, you go ahead-I have a surprise for you and I need to get it ready for
you. Is it okay if I come in and shave while you’re taking a shower?”

“Sure.”

I start the water running and get in-it does feel good after being so hot and
sweaty-I hear the door open and then the shower curtin rustle-I turn around and
you’re beautifully naked waiting for an invitation.

“Can I join you?”

It didn’t take much hesitation to join me in the shower.

“So, where’s the soap so I can wash your back?” You’re grinning, again. I’m
having my fantasy come to life and you treat this like this is an everyday
occurence.

I feel like I’m 17 and a virgin again-I feel awkward and scared-I hand you the
soap and the shower massage head. You move my hair to my shoulder to keep it
from getting wet and start to wash my back. I turn around and just stare at
your body-you’ve got the beginnings of a stiff cock and I notice you’re quite
amply endowed. I give in to my body’s longing, knowing that I’m going to be
hurt by loving you. I reach out for you and pull you to me and kiss you as I
have wanted to do for 2 years now. I can feel your cock stiffening and your
breathing deepen. I step back and take the soap and shower massage from your
hand and put them back on the shelf. I want you now-I don’t want to wait any
longer. I move back to you and you laugh “Slow down, we have all night.
Besides my plans involve some things which require a shower for both of us.”
That intriguing smile of yours.

“Alright, I’m game.”

I take the shower massage and soak you from the top of your head down. “Would
you like me to wash your hair?” You turn around “sure.” I get the shampoo and
start washing your hair. “I like this-could you do this on a regular basis?”
“Sure, make an appointment with my secretary.” We laugh finally. I rinse your
hair and then run my hand down your back to make sure the soap is gone. It
might appear that I’m overly concerned about making sure all the soap is
gone-yeah, I’m feeling you up. Touching you is nerve wracking-I just want to
fuck right now more than anything else in the world-no foreplay-just pure lust
and rut.

That’s what I’ve always felt with you-this lust and desire and I’m about to get
what I want.

You take the shower massage in hand and reach past me for the soap. You dampen
my front and start soaping my tits. My nipples show their interest standing
towards you. I can’t stand still at this point especially as you get closer
and closer to my snatch.

“Calm down, we’ll get there.”

You know me too well. I feel like a racehorse at the gate and hot to trot.
The soap makes your hand slippery as it slides down my front to my bush. That
fond remembrance of the sensation of a slick hand where no one has been for
ages. As your hand nears my twat, I put my hand on yours and glide it down and
between my legs working it back and forth in a gentle rhythm.

My motions are quite restrained for someone on the edge of coming-I just don’t
want you to stop that wonderful motion in and out of my cleft. Please, just a
little longer. My breathing is getting shallow, I close my eyes and start to
drift to that edge of pleasure that has been absent so long from my life. My
breathe quickens as I near my climax and I move your hand more quickly trying
to push myself over the edge and feel the waves of relief. You push my hand
away and pull me to you in a passionate kiss sliding your tongue in slowly,
taunting me-I respond in kind-exploring you with my tongue and letting my hands
roam over you without boundaries. Your cock approves by standing straight
up-hard and tight-the veins coursing with blood.

I want you now and lean back up againt the wall and put one leg on the side of
the bath and pull you to me-I’m quite agressive at this point-I want you and we
can go for a more relaxed pace later-I want you and I want you now. I reach
out and guide your member to my channel. I expericened the feeling of being
filled for the first time in years and can only let my body do what’s
natural-you feel the same way. Your thrusting in and out of me is pushing me
to the edge again-I can’t stop the waves of plearuse as they pound over me and
I feel the contractions in my snatch beginning; I’m gasping for breathe and
murmuring to you-”Don’t stop, please come inside me” As the contractions
become stronger I push back to meet your thrusts and my entire body trembles as
I start to come. You hold my waist firm as you continue to pump into me. The
tears of release are streaming down my cheeks- I open my eyes and see you
clenching your jaw as you approach coming-I slide back and forth and squeeze my
cunt around your cock-you open your eyes as I feel the first spasm of your
coming pass through your body-a wide smile comes over your lips as you push in
and out feeling the semen spurting out of your cock and inside of me. The
slippery sensation of your cock moving in and out so well lubricated makes me
tingle and gets me ready for another session. You slow your pace and just lean
up against me, the feeling of the shower cooling and relaxing to us both. I
push you back a bit and kiss you gently and enfold you in my arms. I whisper,
“Would yo like to take a nap and relax.”

You laugh and say “That took more out of me than the ride.”

“I think it did.” I reach for the shower head and move it over you washing
away the remnants of your seed. I take a finger full of your juice to my lips
and taste it’s saltiness-”Tastes good-can I have some more later?” Smiling
that smile I reserve only for attractive single men.

You snap back, “You’ll have to do something to earn it.”

Huge black melons wrapped around your hard cock – what can be better? Only a tight wet ebony pussy
Huge

This story is being written today based on a few assumptions. Number

one assumption is that Boney is only writing one letter each week to me.

Another assumption I am making is that it has been agreed that we would try

our best to write two letters each week. We would be mailing them from the

closest easiest post-office because it does not matter how long it takes

for the letters to get here. If they are mailed regularly and with

punctuality they will arrive with regularity. Boney knows how much Darius

needs to see her writing and knows at least something of what was happening

in her life to keep his inpatients in check.

Boney and Darius had already had confrontations about this. Too many

times Darius had begged in his letters for this little favor. He told her

they did not have to be long letters. He told her they all didn’t have to

have a fantasy. He told her he just needed desperately to hear from her.

She had agreed and then reneged on this promise and even lied about it.

Darius Showing up in Manila just to correct this problem was a shocking and

happy surprise. The first day was wonderful. Meeting and going to the

Hotel. Eating together and making passionate love all night were great.

But there was just this problem to solve. Boney thought about it very

carefully. She knew that Darius had threatened to spank her over this very

thing. Also over her little white lies. She also knew that spanking

someone was a great sexual turn on for him. The more she thought about

this the more she decided that she could trust Darius enough for this.

When they were downstairs in the Hotel for Breakfast she said to him.

“Darius I have been bad and I deserve to be punished. I don’t want to be

hurt but I think it is important that we resolve this problem. I give you

my word and promise that I will write two letters a week to you and that I

will mail them two times a week. I also agree that I should be punished.

I know you will punish me with love. Darius I make you this promise and I

beg you to spank me so I will remember this promise.”

Darius’s eyes were gleaming at this but he didn’t say anything for a

long time. Boney could see that thoughts were streaking through his mind.

He was quiet for a long time. Just looking at her and drinking his coffee.

Finally he spoke.

“Boney I don’t think you understand what you are asking for

completely. So I am going to explain to you a little of what I expect and

what will happen so that you can rethink your decision. Sweetie. The lies

and the broken promises hurt me a lot. If I was going to spank you it

would be a real spanking. What I mean is that it would be a spanking like

you got when you were little. It would hurt. Once we started you couldn’t

change your mind and say no thanks now because it hurts too much. Boney if

I spanked you I would spank you until your bum was the same color red as on

the stripes of the air mail envelopes that I use. Boney it wouldn’t be a

good spanking unless you were crying and crying by the end of it. Boney

this spanking would not be make believe or pretend or only a fantasy. It

would be real. It would hurt you a lot. And yes I would probably make

love to you afterwards. But don’t think I would be making love to you just

because I got turned on by slapping your ass. I would be loving you

because I do. I would be spanking you because I love you too. If you

weren’t worth spanking, because I know you care and I know you love me,

then I wouldn’t bother at all. But I will tell you the rules I expect you

to follow if you want and get this spanking. Boney if I spank you then you

must promise to do exactly like I ask and not argue at all. I expect you

to cry. You will wear the clothes that I suggest and will not ask me to

stop. You may cry that you are sorry. You may tell me you love me. But

you cannot beg me to stop once I have begun. Boney. If you want this you

must realize that it will be a sever spanking. Probably the most sever

spanking you have ever gotten. You must agree to it fully. And you will

agree while it is happening. You cannot change your mind half way through.

I know I have just scared you with this but I want you to think about it.

Now we are going to Harrison Plaza to do some shopping this morning. I

don’t want to talk about it. You think about it. If you really want me to

spank you then ask me that question after we have finished lunch.”

Boney looked worried but thoughtful. They went down to Harrison and

Darius bought clothes for her. He also bought some shirts and things for

himself. The only strange thing was his insistence on buying a school

skirt for her. It looked like many of the skirts that school girls wore.

The only difference was that this skirt barely came to her knees. He also

bought white knee socks and some small white panties. He got a t-shirt in

white for her as well. She thought it was too small but he insisted it was

just right. Other that these little differences he was the same old

Darius. Loving and caring and making her laugh and teasing her all the

time. By the time they had got back to the hotel at lunch time she had

decided that she did want this spanking. Even if she did end up crying.

She knew Darius Loved her. She knew she hurt him when she told her little

white lies. She knew that he needed her letters and she was ashamed that

she had not given him what he needed so badly. She started to say

something when they got back to the room. But he stopped her and said only

after lunch. He took the school girl skirt the little white panties the

socks and the t-shirt out of the bags and laid them on the bed. The rest

of the bags he packed away in the corner. Then taking her hand in his he

brought her downstairs to the restaurant to eat.

Lunch was lovely. Darius ordered wine for both of them to drink. The

food was good and they laughed and joked about being apart so much. They

talked about family and Elsa the cow. How she thought his cartoons were

gross. Way too Graphic for her tastes. They laughed about the cartoon

with the girl sitting with the huge cock and complaining of the pain.

After last night she knew that she wouldn’t have this problem anymore.

They had even fallen asleep with his cock still inside her. Lunch was

beautiful and so much fun. And Boney was scared and nervous anyway.

Darius had ordered his after dinner coffee and said. “You had something

you wanted to say?”

Boney had thought about it and rehearsed it to herself. This morning

she had said. “Darius I have been bad and I deserve to be punished. I

don’t want to be hurt but I think it is important that we resolve this

problem. I give you my word and promise that I will write two letters a

week to you and that I will mail them two times a week. I also agree that

I should be punished. I know you will punish me with love. Darius I make

you this promise and I beg you to spank me so I will remember this

promise.” Now what would she say? She did want to do this. “Darius. I

love you and I know you love me. I was bad and deserve a bad spanking.

Darius would you spank me, please.”

“Okay Sweetie if that’s the way you want it. I will let you get out

of it until you get the first slap but after that you have to get all of

it. No backing out.”

Boney just nodded. She knew that she was going to get the whole thing

and it would hurt a lot but she wanted to make up for the hurt she had

given to him.

“Boney I am going to sit here and drink a couple of cups of coffee and

I want you to go up to our room. Take all your clothes off and have a good

shower. Fix up your hair into a pony tail. Make it up high on your head

not down at your neck. Then I want you to dress in the clothes I bought

for you this morning. No Bra under the t-shirt sweetie. White socks but

no shoes. It’s almost 2 right now. I will come up at 2:30. When I get to

the room you will be all dressed and kneeling in the middle of the floor.

You will be waiting for me. I don’t want you to speak too much. Just do

exactly what I say and when I say it. I want you to remember all through

this afternoon that I love you. I love you a lot or I would not go to all

this trouble. When you do talk to me upstairs then you will call me Sir as

if I was a teacher, that was scolding you and spanking you. Now go

Sweetie. I will see you in a half an hour.”

It was a scary half hour for Boney. She stripped and hopped into the

shower right away. When she got out she quickly blew her hair dry and then

started to get dressed. God what was happening to her. She was getting

excited just like when she read one of Darius’s stories. Her mouth was dry

from fear but her pussy was wet thinking of what was to come. She put on

the panties and found that they were quite small. The were high risers.

Cut high on the sides. She was covered well in the front but half of each

cheek of her bum stood outside the panties. She though she understood why

he had bought these. She hurried and put on her socks and then the T-

shirt. It was too small. It was like a tight band around her chest. Her

nipples where hard little rocks that pressed against the shirt and stood

out. Darius would see them as soon as he came in the room. That was good.

She was glad Darius would be able to see her excitement. She hurried into

the skirt tucking in what was left of the T-shirt. There was only a minute

or two left. She knelt down on the floor. Where could she put her hands.

She wanted to touch her nipples. She wanted to rub her pussy. She

couldn’t do these things. She was worried. He said he wanted her bottom

very red. How many spanks would he give her. 5, 10, 20, 50, maybe even

100. Oh no! Her mouth got dryer and her pussy got wetter just thinking of

this. The door started to open. Quickly she put her hands behind her back

clenching them together. Now he was with her. What Would happen next.

Now where were we? Oh Ya! Boney is on Her knees and horny and scared

at the same time and Darius is just coming into the room.

Darius walked in and sat in front of Boney on the end of the bed. He

just looked at her for a little while. Boney fidgeted. “I know you are

excited right now because I can see your nipples. But you won’t always be

excited. Especially when the spanks get harder.”

“Are you sure you want to go through with this. There’s only a little

time left for you to back out. Do you want to back out?”

Boney remember exactly what he had said down stairs. “No Sir”

“Good then stand up.”

“Now Boney I want you to reach down and lift up your skirt and bunch

it around your waist.”

Boney stood slowly. She bunched up her skirt. She felt embarrassed

like a little school girl. This was her husband who had seen her in much

less. This was her husband who had touched her everywhere and seen here

everywhere but still she was embarrassed. But she was still hot and scared

at the same time.

“Now turn around.”

Boney turned slowly. “Stop.” She was facing away from him. Darius

was looking at her bum. “Continue.” Boney continued to turn. When she

was again facing him. He said. “Come over here now and get across my

knee.” Boney moved over towards him. She loved him and this shone through

her eyes. His loving and caring were in his eyes as well — overshadowed

somewhat by a sternness of character. She draped herself across his knee.

His hand was already caressing her bum. A warm presence next to her skin

that had gotten cold as soon as she assumed this position. His fingers

were sliding along the edges of her panties. She was becoming even more

aroused. She could feel his dick pressing against her stomach. She was

almost comfortable. Her hands had reached to the floor as she no longer

had to hold up her skirt. She felt vulnerable but aroused. Scared but

excited too.

Darius’s hands continued to touch her softly. “Boney my sweetie this

will be your last chance to back out. But before you make your decision I

want you to know. Your spanking will be in three parts. This first part

is just a warm up. Then you will stand in front of me and remove your

skirt and panties and show your bum to me. Then you will come over my knee

again with your naked bum and then the hard spanking will begin. That will

be much harder. I haven’t decided how many yet but when you are crying

hard enough and your bum is red enough I will stop again. Then you will be

asked to stand again and take off the rest of your clothes. Then Boney my

sweetie I will ask you to kneel on the end of the bed here. I will ask you

to spread your knees very, very wide. Then I will push your face and chest

down to the bed. You will be very revealed. Your pussy will be expose and

your bumhole and by then the flaming red cheeks of your bum. Then you will

receive the last spanks you will get. I will tell you how many then. You

will be asked to count those ones as I give them to you. They will be the

hardest ones you get and will hurt you the most. But then it will be

finished. But Boney you have to remember you are in a hotel room and you

can’t scream. You will have to stop your self from doing this. Boney

don’t scream because if you do and someone comes to the door to find out

what is happening You will have to go to the door just as you are and

explain it to them. So if you scream when you are naked you will have to

explain at the door naked.”

Through all this explanation Darius’s hand had continued rubbing her

bottom softly. His fingers trailing along her panty edges. Even sliding

down between her thighs and teasing close to her pussy and bum. Making her

hotter and hotter. The talk was scaring her half to death but the hands

were making her hotter.

“Last chance Boney, Think for a minute then tell me wether you want me

to continue?”

Boney didn’t know what to do? She was hot. She was scared. She

loved Darius and knew he loved her. She knew she hurt and upset him. She

had meant to send the letters. But she was taking so long to write them.

She should have pushed herself to write faster. She also knew that if she

didn’t got through with this she would always wonder. She would always

think what if? Could she take the pain. She knew there would be pain.

She knew it would be given with love but at the same time there was that

sternness of character shadow that had been in Darius’s eyes. She knew

that he would really spank her. She knew that when he spoke of making her

bum red he meant it.

“Yes Sir — Darius please continue I know I deserve this and I

want this. If I stop I will never know will I.”

“Okay remember once the first spank hits there will be no turning

back. If you don’t co-operate then spanks will be added. Your going to

get a lot anyway and you don’t want to get anymore than you already have in

store for you. Are you ready?”

“Yes Sir — Just start please.”

His hands pulled at her panties suddenly. Surprising her. He tugged

them up sharply. Pulling and putting pressure on her pussy. Then the

hands left her bottom. His left hand dropped to her waist holding her

close to him. She could feel his excitement growing. His penis was

hardening under her. Then Spat! Oh! That didn’t hurt at all. Just a

really light sting. Spat! Spat! Spat! Spat! None of these really hurt.

Just a sharp tingling sensation. She had slapped herself harder killing

mosquito’s. Spat! Spat! Spat! Spat! Spat! He had cover most of her bum now

with these gentle taps. Spat! Spat! Spat! Spat! Spat! Spat! He was working

around the edges or her bum now. It wasn’t hurting yet but she could feel

it getting hotter. Spat! Spat! Spat! Spat! That was the bottom of her bum

just where her thighs met. Spat! Spat! Spat! Spat! Spat! Spat! Spat! Spat!

Spat! Spat! He’d covered her bum again. It was getting hotter now. His

hand was rubbing her gently now. Around and around and over both of her

glorious globes. Had he finished this part. She still didn’t feel like

crying. His rubbing was making her hotter again. His hand roamed all of

her even dipping between her legs to gently caress the lips of her pussy

and then back up brushing lightly over her bottom hole and back to her

thighs. How many had that been? Was he finished. His hand stopped

rubbing she shivered waiting for the renewed penance. Smack! Oh! She

moaned. That was harder. Smack! Smack! There was more of a sting to these.

Smack! Smack! These hurt. Not a lot but they did hurt. She groaned.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! She moaned again. He gave her a small

respite. The heat was building and so was Darius’s erection. She could

feel it under her tummy as she began to wiggle. Smack! Smack! Smack!

Smack! Oh! She moaned again. Smack! Smack! Smack! AAAAH! Smack! Smack!

Smack! The tears were starting to come to her eyes now. Again he was

stroking her bum. Rubbing and caressing and spreading and feeling the

heat. Was he finished. This was hurting now. No his hand had left her

bottom again. Smack! Smack! Ouch! Right on the bottom of her bottom. Just

where her bum met her thighs. One on each Thigh. Smack! Smack! Smack!

Smack! Ouch! AAAAAH! OH! This was hurting a lot now. He was landing the

blows in the same spot now. Smack! Smack! OUUUUUH! Please Darius.

Smack! Smack! He had stopped. Again he was rubbing her bottom. OH! She was

worried now. Her bottom was starting to get sore. He said the next part

would be even worse. Is he finished this part? His hands were driving her

crazy. Sliding along her warms bottom. Feeling her heat. Her bum was

only a very light pink under his gaze. His hand rubbed down between her

cheeks. Caressed the tight puckered ring of her butt and slid down to cup

and hold her pussy. Putting pressure where it was needed. She felt good

and was still excited. What? What? Had he said? Tears were dripping from

her eyes. She was not sniffling yet. He was speaking.

“Boney it’s time.”

Time for what she wondered? She didn’t want to move away from that

skillful hand that was making her want to cum.

“Boney it’s time to get up and take off your skirt and panties.” His

hand pulled away from her bottom. She pushed back against what she wanted

there but it was not there. She slide of his legs to kneel at his feet.

“Come on Boney! It’s time for you to take off your skirt and panties.

Come on sweetie stand up here in front of me and take them off.”

Boney stood slowly. She felt a little wobbly and her bottom felt a

little warm and swollen. But she moved in front of Darius. She undid her

skirt and let it fall to the floor. Just the panties to go. Why did she

feel so embarrassed in front of her husband. She could feel the material

of her panties pressing against her mound. She had shaved carefully when

she had come up for her shower. There was hair at the top of her mound but

the rest was bare. She put her thumbs into the waistband and pushed them

down. She looked at Darius. The twinkle was still in his eye. The

sternness was still there as well. She could see his eyes devouring very

inch of her. Looking at her breasts. Looking at her pussy. She could

feel the heat of his gaze.

“Turn around sweetie. I want to see your bum.” Boney complied and

even pushed her bum out towards him a little. Her bum was a uniform light

pink color. From the top to the point where it reached her thighs. The

sides too were pink. Just slightly colored. She could feel his gaze

lingering on her. He got up and went into the bathroom. She could hear the

water running. She didn’t know what he was doing so she just stood there.

He came back into the room and she could see he had the ice bucket with

water and a face cloth in it. He had tissues in his other hand. He put

the bucket down and came over to her with the tissues and let her wipe her

eyes. His hands were cold. He must have had them in the cold water.

Again he went around behind her. She could hear him moving around.

“Come here now my love. It’s time for part two.” As she turned she

could see he had undressed himself. His shirt was off and so were his

trousers. He sat on the edge of the bed again wearing just his boxer

shorts. She could see the bulge of his manhood. Again she draped herself

across his knees. She could feel his heat now. Her bum felt hot but his

skin felt on fire. His erection pressed into her abdomen like a log. He

was speaking again.

“Boney this will be much, much harder now so remember don’t scream.

Are you ready?”

She thought about it for a few seconds. Was she really ready. It’s

too late to back out now. Surely these blows wouldn’t hurt that much more.

She had done well up till now. His hand was again rubbing her bottom.

Plundering the treasure between her legs. Making her hot again. I guess I

am as ready if I am ever going to be ready. Why talk about screaming? Was

it going to hurt that much? Well there was only one way to find out.

“I’m ready.” His hand continued to rub her ass. Tantalizing and

teasing. Grazing her pussy when what she really wanted was for him to grab

it. He kept it up for quite a long while. She was getting more and more

excited. But he would not let her climb the mountain. He just excited her

enough to make her want to be more excited. Then he stopped. His hand

moved from her bottom.

“Ready?” She only nodded. Craaack! He had hit her just after she had

exhaled. Oh! Oh! My Goodness. His hands was like wood. She knew he had

strong hands but this was ridiculous. Damn that hurt. If the first spank

was like a mosquito slap then this was like a dog bite. A huge vicious

dog. Her right bottom cheek ached. She would be screaming if only she

could get her breath. Finally she caught her breath. “Darius Please,

Please Darius.” She said and just as she finished and went to inhale

again. Craaack! Oh my God. Her left cheek this time. Ouuuuuuuuuuuuuh!

Ouuuuuuuuuuuh! “Please Darius. I’ll be good Darius. I promise

Darius.” Again she had finally gotten her breath and she had pleaded with

him and just as she ran out of breath. Craaack! Craaack!

Twooooooooooooo! One to each cheek. Right on top of the first ones. Her

ass was on fire. Her hands speed behind her and tried to cover her bottom.

Oh god how could he do this to her. The pain was tremendous and this was

only the beginning. How many spanks had he given her in part 1? She

didn’t know. How many did he expect her to take in this part. There were

tears in her eyes now. She was crying already. Not just tears. Sobs.

His hand was rubbing her the top of her legs now. Dipping and teasing her

pussy and she wanted nothing to do with that. Her excitement was gone.

She closed her legs and waited. He waited as well. Gently caressing the

back of her thighs. He gave her a while. He let her regain her composure.

Time he gave her. Time for the heat of those first blows to sink into

her. He was just using his hand. But he struck her as if it was wood.

The pain was unbelievable. Please God don’t let him hit me too much more.

He moved to imprisoned her hands which had been clutching at the hot spots

on her cheeks. He folded them together and held them into the small of her

back.

“Tell me when you’re ready. I’m only going to give you half as many

as the warm-up spank.” God half as many and ten times as hard added up to

a lot of pain. How many spanks had he given her in the first set. It was

a lot but it hadn’t really seemed like all that many at the time. Was it

twenty? No! No! It was more than that. Forty? Yes! Yes it must have been

forty. No! It could have been more than that. Half of forty was twenty.

He had given her four already. Could she take 16 more like that. That was

a lot. It could have been more than forty. If it was fifty that would

mean 21 more to go. Oh! No!

“Darius! Please. It hurts Darius. I know I deserve it but it hurts

so much Darius.” She sobbed. Darius did nothing just waited for her. She

sobbed and sobbed. She tried to struggle a little just to see but his arms

were like steel holding her in place. There was no excitement in her now.

Just pain. Why wouldn’t he let her go. He wasn’t spanking her why not let

her go?

“Tell me when you’re ready.” I’ll never be ready for more of this.

She thought but he just continued to hold her. Why? Why? She was

wracking her brain trying to think of the reason. What reason could he

have. Then she knew. The bargain. Her Bargain with him. Once started no

stop. A promise made. A promise to keep. That was why she was here. She

promised the letters and didn’t follow through. She promised and she lied.

Well he had tricked her! —– —- — ——– —— No! He hadn’t

tricked her. He told her everything. Even before he started he told her

everything except the numbers. God her bum hurt. He told her this part

was going to hurt a lot more. And boy did it hurt a lot more. I promised

him. But I didn’t understand what I was promising. But he gave me lots of

chances to back out and I said NO.

“Tell me when you’re ready.” I’ll never be ready for this. Oh! Why

did I agree to this. I don’t like this. I should have known better than

to trust him this much. Tell you when I’m ready? I’ll never be ready.

But it was a bargain. A bargain that he gave her every opportunity to back

out of. A bargain that she didn’t think about all that much. Her thoughts

whirled around in her head. One way and then the other. She must have

hung over his lap for five minutes trying to decide what to do. He knew

she was thinking. She tried wriggling away again. Mr. Steel back there.

What there was something missing. She wriggled again not trying to get

away just trying to see what was different. She knew now. No hard on. It

was gone. Just a little flaccid Penis. Just a little worm against her

tummy now. No more raging hard on. Why was it gone. I thought he was

enjoying this. No Bargain. The bargain. What Bargain. Where to go. I

guess it boils down to keeping my word. But how can I keep my word when it

hurts so much. I have to. The thoughts went round and round. Finally her

breathing was back. Her sobs had almost stopped. Her tears still flowed

and she heard him.

“Tell Me when you’re ready?” Was she ready. She had to be ready. It

was a bargain she made. She nodded her head. How many more.

“I won’t be helping you this time. Make sure you don’t scream. Bite

your teeth together hard so you don’t scream.”

She shook her head. She was as ready as she would ever be. Craaack!

Grunt. Oh! My that hurt. If anything even more than the first ones. At

least he had hit a new spot. Craaack! Again the other cheek but the same

new spot just a little lower than the last set. God it was hard not to

scream. Her breath exploded from her chest. It was almost a scream. His

hand left her ass. Get ready again she thought. Craaack! Breath grunting

out and Craaack! Grunt again half way. Tears were making a spot on the

rug in the room. Her nose was running. Craaack! Craaack! She arched up

almost right off his lap. Those two blows close together right near the

bottom of her bum right where the thighs met. Right where the skin was

most tender. Ragged sobs from her right now. Her bum felt like flames.

Why? Again that thought. Why? Craaack! Craaack! And a loud cry from

her. She wasn’t ready again. Again she tried to wriggle free. Still no

warmth from him to meet her tummy. That’s alright I’m not excited he

shouldn’t be either. Again he was speaking. She was shaking now. Crying

uncontrollably. Again his hand was rubbing gently across her flesh. The

newly hurt flesh. The hot steaming flesh. What was he saying.

“Tell me when you’re ready.” Her mind was in turmoil. She could

never be ready for something like this. How many spanks had he given her.

How many more would he give her. Her brain whirled around and around. The

pain. The promise. The hurt. The bargain. Finally she settled down

again.

“Tell me when you’re ready.” Was she ready. She could never be

ready. It hurt too much to be ready. He was killing her. But it was her

bargain.

“It hurts too much Darius. I love you Darius. Don’t do this to me!”

She sobbed out to him.

“I love you too sweet pea. ———- Tell me when you’re ready.”

Would she ever be ready. If he loved her he wouldn’t continue with this.

But maybe he would if it was a lesson that really could be learned.

Thoughts still a whirl. Her breath coming back. Her sobs slowing down.

“Tell me when you’re ready.”

She nodded. She could only nod. It was her decision. His hand

lifted. She bite down hard so she didn’t scream. Craaack! Craaack! A

sobbing breath. Groans and moans and then the hand lifted again. Craaack!

Craaack! OoooooooooooooooooooH! How many more. The hand lifting. Bite

down hard. Craaack! Craaack! One sobbing breath and then Craaack!

Craaack! . His hand resting on her ass. If felt boiled. Was it over.

His hand just gently rubbing her cheeks. This was painful too. It gentled

her but at the same time caused her fried nerve endings to squeal again.

“Please Darius. How many more Darius? It hurts so much Darius. I

love you Darius but this hurts too much Darius.” Her cries were sobbed out

to his ears.

“Just ten more sweet pea. I love you Boney. I love you so much.

Tell me when you’re ready.” Ten more. He couldn’t mean it. Ten more.

God the pain. He hit so hard. How could he say he loved her. She wiggled

again. She twisted herself around to look up at him and was shocked. She

faced down again. He was beating her ass as hard as he could and he had

tears in his eyes. What the hell was going on. Her sobbing and hurting

were making her incoherent. She twisted herself around again. Yes there

was a tear running down his cheek and his eyes were all watery. She was

having trouble thinking. What was she thinking. The bargain. The

promise. She made the bargain. He kept his promise. Did promises involve

this kind of pain. Why was he crying. I’m ready. I’m ready as I will

ever be for this torment. Ten more he said. I can take Ten more.

“Tell me when you’re ready.”

“Ready.” She croaked out around sobs and tears and moans of pain.

The hand lifted. She Bite down. Craaack! Craaack! Two blows eight left.

He must have cover all of her bum by now. Her whole ass felt like it was

on fire. Again the hand lifted. Craaack! Craaack! Cries and moans and

groans and grunts. No more modesty she didn’t care. His hands caressed

her again. Sliding gently over her burning globes. Sliding down between

her legs. Touching her pussy. Rubbing her clit. There’s six left come on

finish there are still six more. But moistness was coming back to her

pussy. Her bum was so hot that it was making her pussy hot too. The hand

lifting off. Bite down hard. Craaack! Craaack! Ooooooooooooooh! Right

at the bottom of the bum cheek just were the thigh met. This was the most

tender spot. Rubbing again. Caressing again. Stimulating her. Transfer

heat. Oh! What was he doing. He wasn’t getting hard again. She could

feel him still and he was still the little worm. Why was he getting her so

hot and not getting hot himself. His fingers caressing her clit. Making

that small tiny part of her throb like the heat coming from her ass. The

hand was lifting. Bite down. Craaack! Craaack! Two quick ones. Sobs

become louder and louder. The same spot again and again the caresses.

Again she was excited. Why was she excited? Why was he crying? The heat.

It was the heat from her bottom that was doing that to her. His fingers

were driving her crazy now. Was he finished yet? He said ten more how

many had it been. Was it ten or was it six. She couldn’t think but at the

same time couldn’t get the picture out of her mind of the tears running

down his face. He had stopped again his hand had lifted again. Bite down

hard. Bite down hard. What was happening. What’s he waiting for.

Craaack! Craaack! Shriek. The same spot again. Right at the

bottom of her ass. Half ass — half thigh. So close to her pussy. She

could feel the heat radiating to her pussy. His hand was back at work

again. Sliding between her legs. Sliding between her lips. Touching,

caressing, rubbing, probing and stimulating her clit. She was starting to

climb the mountain. She didn’t want to climb the mountain. She hurt to

much to climb the mountain. Was it over. Was it. She wasn’t climbing

any higher then. She wriggled and tried to move and slid right off his

lap. He helped her to stand up. Then he was removing her t-shirt. There

were tears streaming down his face. I must be mistaken. They’re my tears

and I just see them on his face because they are clouding my eyes. He

turned her again. Pushed her forward and she was on the bed. He helped

her kneel. He didn’t have to push her head and chest down they were

already there. Weeping into the covers of the bed. What was he doing her

ass was on fire. She was imagining her tears on his face. And he was

making her kneel on the bed. He left her momentarily and suddenly her ass

was frozen. He had reached down and gotten the face cloth. Draped the

cold cloth over her blazing bum. Oh! Goodness that was shocking but it

felt so good but not for long. Soon he removed that cloth only to replace

it with another. He was cooling her off. Helping to relieve the sting.

No It wasn’t a sting is was a blazing wildfire and he was helping to put it

out. He dropped a box of tissues beside her on the bed. She used them to

wipe her nose and help to dry her eyes for a second. She was still sobbing

but at the same time she took the opportunity to look back at him as he

worked at her bottom. Cooling the heat. Those were his tears. They were

still pouring down his cheeks. She was beginning to understand. Then he

stopped what he was doing. He went over to one of the shopping bags and

came back to her. He urged her to move. He spread her legs apart. She

felt obscenely on display. Her knees were so far apart that her crotch was

aching already. This must be the third part. Could he see through his

tears to spank her. He took a tissue for himself and wiped at his eyes.

They he picked up the ruler that he had laid on the bed. She was shocked

to see this but understood at the same time. She could see him lining up

beside her.

“Ask me when you’re ready for the first one. There will be only ten.”

She looked back at him. Tears were still streaming from his eyes. There

was no erection she could see. And she could see everything. His penis

was hanging through the slot in the front of his boxer shorts. She took

some breaths. She turned back to the front. She knew this was going to be

the worst. This was going to hurt even more than the second part. She

clutched some of the blanket in front of her. “Please I’m ready. Please

give me the first one.” Then she bit down on the blanket in front of her.

Swissh! —– Plaaaaaaaaat! Liquid fire flared across the cheeks of

her ass. The ruler had hit. There must be welts. Her groans were

tremendous. Her pain stupendous. But soon there were lips kissing that

line of fire. It hurt so much but a tongue was laving it. And when it

finished laving the line of fire it slid down and laved her bum crease and

slide down to her pussy. That tongue licked a slithered over her clit.

Boney got her breath back and turned to look. She could not see Darius.

His face was buried between her legs. His tongue bringing her to

mountainous heights. “Please I’m ready. Please give me the second one.”

His face came up from between her thighs. The tears were still streaming

down his face. They were both crying now. She turned again and bite into

the blanket. Swissh! —– Plaaaaaaaaat! Again the same results. A

hissing burning line of liquid fire cooled by nibbling lips and caressing

tongue.

“Please I’m ready. Give me the Third.” Swissh! —– Plaaaaaaaaat!

Cooling lips. Rain of hot tears. Caressing tongue.

“Please I’m ready. Give me the fourth.” Swissh! —– Plaaaaaaaaat!

Cooling lips. Rain of hot tears. Caressing tongue.

“Please I’m ready. Give me the fifth.” Swissh! —– Plaaaaaaaaat!

Cooling lips. Rain of hot tears. Caressing tongue.

“Please I’m ready. Give me the Sixth.” Swissh! —– Plaaaaaaaaat!

Cooling lips. Rain of hot tears. Caressing tongue.

“Please I’m ready. Give me the Seventh.” Swissh! —– Plaaaaaaaaat!

Cooling lips. Rain of hot tears. Caressing tongue. As he caressed her she

climbed the mountain. These blows were the worst and the best. She

finally understood everything. As she moved and moaned and got ready for

her next request. Darius stood readying himself she could see that her

beautiful flower was having an effect on him. He was getting hard again.

“Please I’m ready. Give me the Eighth.” Swissh! —– Plaaaaaaaaat!

Cooling lips. Rain of hot tears. Caressing tongue. Even harder cock. Her

cock. The tears were still there but her tears were still there too.

“Please I’m ready. Give me the Ninth.” Swissh! —– Plaaaaaaaaat!

Cooling lips. Rain of hot tears. Caressing tongue. Hard hot looking

cock. Her hot looking cock. Her lover her husband sharing this pain with

her. Her husband her cock his tongue making her climb the mountain despite

the pain.

“Please I’m ready. Give me the Last Swissh! —– Plaaaaaaaaat!

Cooling lips. Rain of hot tears. Caressing tongue. Heat. Pain. Caring.

Sharing. Loving. Excitement. She turned to look back. It took longer

this time. The pain from the last blow had been ferocious hitting at just

the bottom of her ass. She hurt so much. But he had made her so excited.

His tongue and lips had helped but the tears were what really got him hot.

She was glad she had agreed to this. God it hurt but it felt so good too.

Not between her legs. That felt nice. But in her hearts. She had two

hearts now. She new she had two hearts. She saw her two hearts in action.

Her soft heart and her hard heart. The heart that shared her pain but

gave her the lessons that she needed. The heart that cared enough to teach

her the only way she would ever learn a lesson this well. Tears still

welled up from her eyes. Not pain now. Love. But sometimes love hurts

too.

“Please I’m ready. Give me my cock now.” Darius’s head lifted up from it’s

work between her legs. She was hot and wet and on the verge of coming.

His cock stood at attention between his legs.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes” she said and watched as he dropped his boxers and stood in all

his glory before her. “Please I’m ready. Give me my cock now.” He moved

behind her and she could feel the heat of his cock as he split her lips.

She could feel his hardness as he slid slowly into her. She could feel him

hesitate before pressing up against her ruby red and welted ass. She

sighed and pushed herself back against him. The pain and pleasure flowed

together and instantly they both jumped to the top of the mountain. The

orgasms were shattering. This wasn’t the end for them but only the

beginning. This was understanding and closeness more than anything that

had ever happened before.

The End or The BEGINNING

small village just outside Skegness in Lincolnshire, I’d visited him before

but this was the first time I’d gone alone and as I was alone I was staying

with his family in their spare downstairs bedroom.

On the first night we went out in Skegness and got drunk. We pulled a

couple of local slappers but aside from a little kissing and as much

touching as I could get away with nothing interesting happened.

The next night Stuart, his girlfriend and I went for a quiet drink in a few

of the pubs in his village. These are proper village pubs who have no

interest or respect for the licensing laws which say they should be closed

by 11.00 PM, consequently we arrived back at his place by half past

midnight we were still surprisingly sober and planned to watch a bit of TV

before bed.

We went into his living room to find his little sister watching tv by

herself. Stuart and his girlfriend, Anna, sat on one sofa leaning against

one another and holding hands. I sat on the other sofa with Stuart’s sister

Sarah. The four of us watched the tv chatting about what had happened since

we’d last seen each other. I glanced across at Stu and Anna, she had been

getting sleepy and was now lying with her head in his lap and one arm

wrapped lazily around his lower leg. I looked towards Sarah, she was

looking at me. Without saying a word she rested her head against my arm. I

moved my arm around her shoulder letting her slide down my body until she

was lying in my lap. My hand rested naturally on the soft flesh of her

belly. As Stuart and I talked for a while longer I was gently stroking his

sisters skin, she didn’t object and I could tell from his look that Stuart

was cool with the idea of me being with his little sis.

Stuart finally decided he was tired and he took Anna upstairs to bed. He

thoughtfully closed the door so that his parents wouldn’t hear anything.

Sarah seemed to wake up just after the others left. She turned on to her

back and looked up at me.

“You were staring at me earlier,” she said. It was true I had been looking,

she was good looking and had a fantastic body. I had fancied her from the

time I first saw her about three years ago when we’d been at school

together.

“I was just looking, have you got problem with that?” I asked.

“No,” she said smiling. We looked into each others eyes, it seemed like

hours but was really no more than four or five seconds. I don’t know who

moved first but the next thing I knew she had propped herself up and I had

leaned down and we were kissing each other. It started with just soft short

kisses on the lips then it developed into more passionate and lingering

kisses and finally both our mouths were open and we were locked in a long

deep French kiss. My hand was still on her belly. I could feel her stomach

muscles tense while she was holding herself up, I raised my knees to

support some of her weight and felt her relax slightly.

Sarah was wearing the clothes she’d been in earlier that day. A loose

fitting white tee-shirt and a short black skirt. I stroked her short brown

hair while the fingers of my other hand moved cautiously under the first

couple of inches of her tee-shirt. I didn’t know what to expect when I did

that, I half thought she’d push me away and run screaming to her mum and

dad. The other half expected her to do nothing, either through being to

surprised to act or through wanting me to touch her. I thought she was

going to push me away when I felt the soft warmth of her small hands on

mine, instead she pushed my hand further up her top, revealing her young

breasts in their soft white bra.

Holding her around the shoulders and waist I gently lifted Sarah into a

sitting position. We kissed again and I wrapped my arms around her small

body to undo her bra. I tugged her bra and tee-shirt from her arms in one

go, leaving her beautiful creamy white breasts exposed.

I couldn’t resist getting up close with those pert little titties, so I

lowered my face to her chest and began to kiss her very gently on the top

of her breast. With soft slow kisses over her breast I teased Sarah’s

nipple to attention. Opening my mouth wide I took as much of her small

breast in as I could manage, then slowly I pulled my head back with my lips

firmly pressed against Sarah’s skin until just her nipple was in my mouth.

I sucked gently on it for a moment then I gave her a playful bite, being

careful that I didn’t hurt her. When I lifted my head again to look at her

Sarah wrapped her arms around my head and pulled me to her, we kissed

again.

As our tongues explored each other’s mouths Sarah’s hot hands pulled my

shirt from the waistband of my trousers, she fumbled with the first button

but soon managed to undo my entire shirt. She stroked my bare chest and

pulled me to her. The cool flesh of her firm breasts felt good against my

chest and belly. Sarah had her hands inside my shirt and was stroking my

back. For the first time I noticed that she was wriggling underneath me,

pushing her pelvis into mine, trying to rub herself against me.

“I know what you want,” I whispered in Sarah’s ear.

“Oh yeah,” she replied. “What’s that then?”

“This,” I told her pushing one of her hands down the front of my trousers

and into my boxer shorts her hand immediately found my hard cock. She felt

it for a few moments, holding it in her hand and then trying to stroke my

balls but my jeans were to tight for her to get her hand properly down.

Sarah pulled her hand out and pushed me away with both hands. I let her

stand up. For a moment I thought that I’d upset her but she was quickly

kneeling down on the floor in front of me. She grabbed at my jeans and

struggled with the buttons down the front until she had pulled them open.

Sarah’s forwardness surprised me, she’d always seemed like a shy quiet girl

until now.

“I always had you down as a shy girl,” I said. “When’d you last get any

action?”

“Never,” she replied.

“You’re a virgin?”

“Yes, but you’re going to change that for me. Aren’t you?” Her sweet

childish voice sounded so sexy I just couldn’t wait to get into her

knickers.

“Try and stop me,” I said as Sarah went back to work on my trousers, she

pulled the opening apart and gazed down with a look of excitement at my

cock.

“Christ,” she murmured.

“What?” I asked.

“That won’t fit inside me.”

“Of course it will,” I reassured her. “If you relax and don’t fight it,

it’ll fit.” Now I don’t claim to have an especially big dick but I have to

write this as it happened and you must remember that Sarah was a sweet

untouched virgin and this was the first cock she’d seen for real (that said

it is an enormous cock, honest).

A little more slowly now Sarah began to play with it. At first she just

stroked it much as one might stroke a pet, she quickly got the hang of what

to do and before very long she was kissing it. Sarah kissed and licked her

way down the length of my shaft until she reached my balls, she hesitated

until I urged her to kiss them and to suck them into her mouth. She did as

I told her and did it well. She knew what to do with my cock, she worked

her way back up its shaft kissing and sucking all the way. When she got to

the top Sarah kissed the tip of my cock lightly. She must have read that

somewhere because it felt great; it had taken my last girlfriend bloody

ages to work out what to do with a cock and her mouth Sarah seemed to have

it sussed already. My cock sprung back as her lips touched it. She licked

it the next time, holding my cock still. She sat back on her heels and

looked up at me. Sarah was still holding my dick in her hands, she pulled

it towards her and keeping her eyes on my face lowered her head and allowed

my cock to slip inside her warm virgin mouth. Sarah performed a masterful

blow job using her whole body to stimulate me, she lifted herself up and

down causing her breasts to rub against my balls. I made her wrap her thumb

and forefinger around the base of my shaft and started her off gently

wanking it using slow but firm strokes. As I think I’ve said Sarah was a

natural and she had stamina, she managed to keep going for ages without a

break. I held her free hand and put one hand on the back of her head. She

had built up speed with her mouth but managed to keep the rhythm of her

hands steady. I felt that she was going to stop soon, I whispered for her

to carry on just a little longer. She obeyed and I came in her mouth.

Without any complaining Sarah swallowed every single drop that I pumped

into her and then she sucked the cum from the end of my cock causing one

final spurt to shoot out into her face. Again without complaining she wiped

it off and sucked it from her finger.

“You are good, I don’t believe you’ve not done that before.” I said pulling

Sarah onto my lap. She straddled my lap on her knees and looked down at me

to reply.

“That was my first time, babe.” She replied. “I’ll be better next time.”

“Don’t be silly, that was awesome.” I was sliding one hand under her skirt

as I spoke. I gently stroked her inside leg, working my way gradually up

towards her slit. I could feel the heat from her wet hole without touching

it. I did my best to avoid touching it, preferring to stroke the tiny area

of flesh between her leg and pussy. I kept working my way up as we kissed,

my fingers squeezed the lips of her cunt together over her clitoris.

“Please,” Sarah whispered. “Don’t tease me, I want you now, babe.”

“Not yet,” I replied kissing her again. My hand continued its slow journey

up. Using my knuckles I rubbed Sarah’s inner thigh, her skin was so soft

and smooth that I wanted to bend down and kiss it. I could sense that Sarah

wanted it to.

“If you’re a virgin, does that mean that nobody has ever gone down on you?”

I asked.

“No, never.” She sighed.

“We’ll have to do something about that then, won’t we.”

I stood up, lifting Sarah with me. I carried her to an armchair and sat her

down in it while I knelt before her. We kissed again, my hands were all

over her firm young breasts. Sarah lent back in the chair with her arms on

the chair arms and waited for me to move. Her skirt was fastened by a

single silky cord tied in a bow by her hip, I gave it a smart tug and the

bow unravelled itself, I pulled it loose and opened her skirt. I knew Sarah

wasn’t wearing any knickers, but when I lifted her skirt and saw the shaved

wet pussy I knew that I had to fuck it else I’d die.

My first instinct was to bury my face between her legs and start licking up

her glistening juices but I managed to control myself. I put Sarah’s legs

over the arms of the chair, leaving her cunt was totally exposed to me.

Sarah was now so wet that her juices were starting to run down her bum and

drip onto her skirt. I looked up at her, she was staring at me with big

pleading eyes her chest moving quickly as she took shallow fast breathes.

I lent forward and kissed the soft smooth flesh of Sarah’s inner thigh, I

knew it wasn’t what she wanted me to do but I wanted to tease her until she

couldn’t stand to wait any longer. I began to slowly work my way back down

between Sarah’s legs, kissing and sucking all the way. Again I was careful

not to touch her pussy or clit directly, although I did squeeze the lips of

her pussy together over her clit again, only this time I used my mouth to

do the squeezing. Once I reached a point half way down the length of her

slit I pushed two fingers into Sarah’s wet hole. At first I only pushed

them part way in and then withdrew them completely. Sarah went mad, her

hands were grasping at her own pussy and she was begging me to eat her

pussy. I caught both of her wrists in one hand and held her tight. With the

other hand I pushed my two fingers back into her body, this time a little

further before again completely withdrawing them. The whole time I kept my

eyes fixed on Sarah’s face, when she felt my fingers leave her again tears

formed in her eyes and began rolling down her cheeks, her eyes were closed

but she was whispering for me to stop teasing her. I released her wrists

and lowered my mouth to her tight hole. Holding her thin legs in place and

keeping one eye on Sarah’s face as I extended my tongue and gently licked

the juices from just inside her pussy. She took a deep breath and held it

for a moment before releasing it in a staccato of short quick breaths.

Very lightly at first I began to lick her clit, I gradually applied more

and more pressure using the tip of my tongue at first to caress her

delicate organ and a little later the flat top of my tongue to lap up her

juices and smother her sensitive clit. At the same time I pushed two

fingers back into her pussy and began to work them deeper into her body

using small circular movements. Sarah loved it and the movements of my

fingers quickly stretched her virgin cunt until I was able to push a third

finger comfortably into her. I fucked her with my three fingers and ate her

pussy; after a few minutes I felt the walls of Sarah’s slit squeeze my

fingers briefly and then relax again. She was about to cum, the look on her

face confirmed that for me. Sarah’s face and upper body had turned red it

started as a light pink around her breasts and became progressively darker

up her neck until her face was a deep red. Her features were contorted, her

eyes screwed tight shut, her hair stuck to her cheeks by her sweat and her

mouth open wide in a silent scream of ecstasy. My attention was returned to

what I was doing by pain in my hand. It was the pain of having my fingers

crushed by Sarah’s powerful pussy.

I stopped moving my fingers inside her, not as much from choice as from

having little alternative as her cunt gripped them tight. Sarah’s hands

were against my face trying to push me away but there was no real power

behind them, I could hear her whispering for me to stop. That was the last

thing I wanted to do. Instead of easing up I began licking her clit as fast

as I could, my three fingers were free again and were now joined by a

fourth finger which pounded into her young body as hard as they could.

Sarah’s whole body tensed, she was panting hard now and she started to rock

a little as a second orgasm swept through her body in a tidal wave of

pleasure. Once I felt the second orgasm subside I stopped, partly because

she was now begging me to stop and more importantly because she had started

to make more noise than was advisable with her parents just a few feet

above us.

Holding Sarah’s soft young hands I guided her into position above my lap

with me lying on my back on the floor. She lowered herself until I could

feel her hot cunt rubbing on the underside of my cock.

“Are you ready for that?” I asked her.

“Yes,” she replied. We kissed again and I laid back.

Sarah bent down to kiss me giving me the chance to lift my cock ready for

her to sit on. I was just able to touch her wet cunt with the tip of my

cock as we kissed, when Sarah felt it touch her she moaned softly. She

raised herself to be directly above my cock and then lowered herself onto

the entire length of my shaft in one go.

“Oh, that feels good.” She said as she became used to the sensation of

being filled up. Gently at first she bounced up and down, she became more

lively as she became more confident. Sarah rocked her hips back and forth

with my cock buried deep inside her.

I slipped my thumb onto Sarah’s clit as she rocked, the combination of

being fucked by my shaft and rubbed by my thumb quickly made Sarah cum. She

gasped for air and started to make some moaning noises, she started to get

too loud so I pulled her face to mine and kissed her pumping my cock into

her as we kissed. ‘

“That was so good,” she said as her orgasm subsided.

“I’m not finished with ya yet, gorgeous.” I told her as I rammed my hard

dick deep into her.

I told Sarah to swing her leg over and turn around without taking my cock

from her pussy. She did it. Once she had her back to me I sat up and

wrapped my arms around her waist.

“We’re going to stand up and I want you to bend over the back of that chair

without taking that out, can you do that?” She agreed to try and with a

little difficulty we stood. Sarah knelt on the armchair and leaned forwards

over the back of it. I held onto her slim waist and slowly began to fuck

her again. She loved it, I reached out to play with her breasts while her

hand played with her clit.

Doing my best not to hurt her I smeared my thumb with her juices and

pressed it against her arsehole, it slipped in fairly easily. I asked if

she was okay with it and she nodded. I used my thumb at first but then I

swapped to my forefinger and after fucking her with that I pushed my index

finger in as well. Being as gentle as possible and using as much of her own

juice as I could I continued to open her bum until it was wide enough for a

third finger. She was stroking my dick as it went into her, she even

slipped a finger into herself as I fucked her. While her fingers played

with my shaft Sarah used her palm to press against her clit, it took longer

than before but the young girl was soon cumming again, and again she was

being to loud so I had to put a couple of fingers into her mouth to silence

her.

As she was cumming I withdrew from her pussy and quickly slid my cock deep

into her tight arsehole. She squealed with surprised, but didn’t try to

stop me using her like this.

Withdrawing, I told her to kneel on all fours on the floor. I dipped my

cock into her cunt again to get as much lubricant on it as possible, Sarah

sighed. Telling her to relax I placed the tip of my cock against her arse

and pushed fairly hard into her sweet young body.

“Are you okay, babe?” I asked.

“It’s good, but be gentle,” she replied. I screwed her like that for a few

minutes, but it wasn’t easy. Sarah is a lot smaller than I am and so I was

having to force myself into an uncomfortable position to use her.

“Here, sit upright,” I told her when I finally became fed up of the

discomfort. “Right, now I’m going to sit down and I want you to sit on my

lap like we did before, okay?”

Sarah agreed. I held her tight and we kissed as she slowly lowered herself

onto my cock. It hurt her a little as the thickest part of my cock slid

into her bum but Sarah refused to stop.

“Put it all in me, babe.” Sarah said as she slid down my shaft. “I want you

to fuck my arse like you did my pussy.”

It took a while but eventually Sarah’s bum was full with the whole length

of my cock.

“I can’t move,” she said. The young girl sounded exhausted. I made her lie

back on me and then we rolled over together so that Sarah was face down on

the carpet and I was on top of her.

“Do you still want it?” I asked.

“Yes, please do it.”

I kissed her cheek and slowly pulled my cock halfway out before pushing it

slowly back into her. Sarah’s bum was really tight so I could only move

slowly, but as it went on she became looser and I was able to move faster.

I held both Sarah’s hands on the floor as I started to work up to a more

normal speed. She groaned and panted, gasping for air. I was soon pumping

her bum hard and rubbing her pussy with my fingers. Sarah came again, she

started just before I began to shoot my load into her. I emptied every drop

into her tight little arse and lay on top of her while we both recovered. I

pulled my cock from Sarah and she rolled over. Her whole front, her

breasts, belly and groin were covered in bright red carpet burns.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “You should have said something if it hurt.”

“It’s okay you didn’t hurt me.”

We kissed and cuddled for a while, it was nearly four in the morning. Sarah

and I wanted to stay together all night but with her parents in the house

it wasn’t a good idea. She crept upstairs to her bedroom and I went to the

guest room, which was on the ground floor.

We saw each other the next morning, she brought me some breakfast in bed.

Sarah was in a tight fitting white summer dress, she looked so sexy. We

kissed and cuddled for a short while, then sat and ate together.

“Are you cool with what we did last night?” I asked just to make sure she

didn’t regret it.

“Yes… it was great and I want us to do it again, before you go.”

We agreed that I would pick her up from college after I had left her house

to go home to London and we could have some fun. Her mum wasn’t feeling

very well that morning so I offered to drive Sarah in. We had a talk about

what we would do, we agreed to give the long distance relationship thing a

try. After a kiss and fondle at the college gates I watched her walk away,

not taking my eyes from her long soft white legs and her cute little bum.