Alyse's Birthday
by Christopher Bottoms
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Alyse caught my eye at the antique show. Although I didn't
really go out of my way to do so, we kept running into
each other, exchanging quick glances. She had a smile that
was magical--a naughty little smile that meant mischief-
-yet so subtle she could easily deny ever having "lead me
on." Yet I must confess it was those two perfect buns that
caused me to give her a second glance. Her tight jeans
left nothing to the imagination--the curves were flawless,
particularly at the "sit spot" where cheeks meet thighs.
And those jeans exhibited just the right amount of wear at
that sexy "sit spot" to produce a bull's eye. I imagined
the concentric circles of target, and what fun it would be
to watch those buns wiggle as I smacked them!
She knew exactly what she was doing. When I came by, she
would cast a quick glance, and bend over slightly,
examining some object. She didn't look back at me until
she had finished examining the antique. Once, she grabbed
her knees to examine a chair closely. Sometimes she'd do a
little "dance" while feigning interest in a piece for
sale.
While she went through her little ritual, I happened to
notice an old razor strap for sale. I picked it up and
examined it. She immediately reacted, and came over to the
table. She took her time, stopping to handle an object
enroute. Very nonchalant. Certainly not chasing after me!
She gave me one of those glances, flashed that naughty
smile, and asked, "What do you plan to do with that?" I
was lost for words--rare for me! "I like leather," was my
reply.
We chatted briefly about antiques. And she mentioned that
today was her birthday--she was 23. She looked 23, except
for those eyes and that smile. They betrayed a depth of
character hidden by her cheerleader like features. I
suggested we have lunch after looking around a bit. She
agreed, and we spent about an hour looking at antiques,
chatting, and thoroughly enjoying one another's company.
But I couldn't keep my eyes off those buns, and although
she pretended not to notice the glances I stole while she
looked at antiques, I knew she knew.
Looking at antique kitchen implements was a real trip.
There were paddles and cutting boards galore. As I picked
each up, I considered its potential application as a
spanking implement. Specifically, I imaging whacking Alyse
with each. She picked up one padle, almost caressing it.
"I want this one," she said. "Why don't you buy it for
me?" She sounded like a little girl. I couldn't believe
it. It was a perfect spanking paddle. Looking back, I
couldn't help but wonder what other people thought whern
they saw me carrying a razor strap, and Alyse with that
paddle! No one said anything... and the clerk at the store
didn't evenb flinch when I bought them both.
We made our way to a restaurant, and talked about many
things. Alyse was a commercial artist, single, and had
broken up with a boyfriend six months ago. She liked
antiques and good food. Her relationships were short
lived. "I guess I'm just a naughty girl," she explained.
"No man can tame me!" I was going crazy. She hadn't
mentioned spanking, but sure seemed to be begging for it.
I thought I'd venture carefully into the subject. A
harmless remark she could ignore or respond to. "Sounds
like you need a birthday spanking, Alyse!" I ventured.
"Hah! The last one I had was my on my 18th birthday. And
you know what? It hurt like hell but sure turned me on!"
That was it. No persuastion was necessary. We headed for
my apartment, stopping to purchase a bottle of champagne.
At my apartment, we started drinking the champagne. We
laughed, talked, and told our life stories. Then,
suddenly, her mood changed. Alyse began mocking me. Her
remarks were punctuated with that naughty smile. And as
she paced around the living room, I watched her bottom
bounce. It was time to administer the spanking her
attitude and our fantasies deserved.
"Young lady, you are my guest, and although it is your
birthday, I expect a modicum of respect 'n consideration."
She repeated, in a mocking tone, "respect and con-
sideration!" That was it. I grabbed her firmly but gently
by the arm. "Alyse, you've needed a good spanking for a
long time, and today you're going to get it!" "I'm too big
to spank!" she protested, pulling away. I made my move,
pulling her across my lap. She pretended to resist, trying
to protect her recalcitrant derriere with her hands. I
moved thewm out of the way and held her down firmly.
She was mine! Those gorgous jean covered hemispheres would
soon be bouncing to the cadence of my smacks! I decided to
take my time, and relish each moment. She struggled less.
I adjusted her position so that her sexy little tush was a
perfect target, and we were positioned crotch to crotch.
"Please don't spank me hard," she cooed. I couldn't stand
it! I gently rubbed my hand over her ass, evaluating the
nature of my target. She reflexly contracted her cheeks
briefly, then relaxed them again. I rested my hand on her
bottom, and delivered a short lecture. "Alyse, you're
going to get 24 spanks on the seat of your jeans, one for
each year and one to grow on. You are to remain still, and
take your spanking. If you resist or move, your jeans will
come down, and you'll find out what a spanking is really
all about!"
She said nothing. I took a practice swing, stopping short
of my target. Then, aiming for the "sit spot" prepared to
deliver the first lick. Raising my hand, I brought it
crashing down on those voluptuous melons with full force,
adding a flick of my wrist moments before impact.
SSSSSSSSSSSSSPPPPPPPPPPPPAAAAAANNNNNNKKK!
My ears were treated to the sharp report of the smack, and
a sharp "ouch!" from Alyse. She didn't move a muscle, but
waited for the next lick. She didn't have to wait long.
Aiming for the same spot, I delivered the second swat.
SSSSSSSSSPPPPPPPPPAAAAAANNNNK!
She didn't flinch. I decided to up the tempo.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! Three quick licks to the left cheek!
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! Three to the right! No reaction
from Alyse. "That's eight, young lady! Sixteen more to
go!" "It tickles," she teased, wiggling her bottom
seductively as if trying to adjust her position. That's
all I needed. I grabbed the paddle placed strategically
within reach.
"You wanted this paddle, Alyse, and now you're going to
find out how well it works! You will get eight swats with
the paddle! We'll see if you think that tickles!" I
bounced the paddle teasingly on her butt, and would up
like Casey at the bat, taking a practice swing. The next
one would be for real. I decideded to give her three sets
of two. Each set would be fast and hard, with a brief
pause between sets.
TTTHHHHHHWWWWWWWWWAAAAAKKKK! TTTTTTHHHHHWWWWWWWAAAAAKKKKK!
"That hurts!" exclaimed Alyse matter-of-factly.
At least I was starting to make an impression. Time for
two more.
WWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKK!
WWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKK!
Alyse recoiled reflexly. "Shit!" she howled. I was on the
right track. A brief pause. WWWHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAACCCCKKKK!
Two WWWWWWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHAAAAAACCCCCCCKKKKKK! Two more
paddle whacks to go! WWWWWWWWWWHAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCKKKKK!
WWWWHHHHHHAAAAAAACCCCKKKKKK! Alyse was quivering, rubbing
againstmy crotch. This was heaven. I knew I'd come if I
didn't do something soon!
I put the paddle aside. I ordered Alyse up, to her
surprise. She had no idea this was just round one. I
picked up the razor strap, cracking it lightly into my
palm. "Alyse, you have eight more licks in this spanking,
and you're going to get them with the strap! You are to go
over to the chair, bend over it, and take your licks
without moving." She obeyed, sticking her rear out,
wiggling it, and settling into position. I was an expert
with the strap, and decided to lay all eight stripes on in
one smooth, slow, rhythmic session.
CCCCCCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK!!!
CCCCCCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK!!!
CCCCCCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK!!!
CCCCCCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK!!!
Alyse was breathing heavily. Her legs buckled with the
fourth stroke, but she stayed in position. I didn't
believe that her last spanking was five years ago. She
couldn't possibly have da of this without some recent
toughening..even thru blue jeans! I continued, maintaining
cadence.
CCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCKKKKKKKK!
"OOOOHHHHHWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW" Alyse suddenly yelped. My
adrenalin was flowing. I laid into her buns with another
lick.CCCCCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCKKKKKK!
"PPPPLLLEEEEEAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSEEEEE!" she pleaded. She was
starting to submit. "Two more, young lady!"
CCCCCCCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCKKKKKKK!
The strap bit in to her derriere once again. Her legs
bucked, but this time was silent. "That's 23, Alyse! Now
one to grow on!" CCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAACCCCCCCKKKKK!
She stood up. No tears, but the look of innocence replaced
that naughty smirk. She embraced me, and started nibbling
my neck. "Please," she whispered. "Spank me some more." I
could hardly contain myself. Without a word, she started
unbuttoning my shirt and undressing me. And off came the
jeans and panties, without a cue. She went over to the
chair, and bent over. Not a word was uttered. I picked up
the strap, and announced that she would get 24 more
spanks, 8 with the belt, 8 with the paddle, and finally 8
across my lap with the palm! "Yes, sir!" she cooed.
Her bare bottom was a testimonial to my skill!
Criscrossing her buns, from the curvaceous bottom of each
cheek, to the top of each globe, were light red parallel
strap stripes. These were superimposed over a pink
background from the broad paddle and hand spanking. I was
pround of my work, and ready to continue!
I swung the strap, aiming for the sit spot. WWWWWHAAACCKK!
I held back a bit to see how Alyse would react. After all,
this was a bare ass I was strapping. No reaction.
WWWWWWWHHHHHAAAACCK!
Same spot. No reaction. I decided to escalate the
intensity.
WWWWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKK!
"YYEEOOWWWW!" AHA! The sound of success!
WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCKKKKKKKKK!
I paused briefly. The next four would be hard and fast.
"Hold on, Alyse. These are going to be zingers!" She
adjusted her posture, but said nothing. I pride myself
with leaving red marks, but no bruises. I was obviously
doing a good job!
WWWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCKKKKKKKK!
WWWWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCKKKKKK!
WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCKKKK!
WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKK!
"Oooooooohhhhhhh!" she exclaimed in a tone unique to the
pleasure/apin mix of a committed bottom! She stood up and
gently massaged her buns. "Damn you're good!" she
whispered. "What next?" I picked up the paddle and pointed
toward the chair. She silently assumed the position. "I'm
sure getting wet!" was stated as an afterthought. I went
to work with the paddle. Four licks across both cheeks,
then 4 alternating, hard and fast!
CRAACCCKKKK! CCCCCCRRRRAAAAAAACCCCKKKKK! CCCCRRRRACCKKK!
CCCCCCCCCCCCCCCRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKK!
CCCCCCCRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAACCCCKKKK! CCCCCCCRRRRRAAAACCCK!
CCCCCCCCRRRRAAACCKK! CCCCCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRAAAAAAACCCCKKK!
Tiny little blisters formed on her cheeks. She stood up,
and was sobbing silently. I took a kleenex and dried her
tears. I thought about quitting, but her eyes and
demeaner begged for more. I sat down in the chair which
had just served as a "horse" for her strapping and
paddling. "Over my knee" I ordered quietly. Her instant
obedience sinaled her desire for this last phase of round
two. Few things are as intimate as an over-the-knee, bare
bottomed hand spanking. And this was to be the finale--the
transition from the sensual to the sexual.
I rubbed her ass gently, and began the spanking. The licks
were deliberate, yet a bond between us tempered their
intensity. I was rock hard, and she was dripping wet.
SSSSSPPPPPAAAAANNKKKKKK! SSSSSSSSSPPPPPPPPAAAAAANNNNKKKK!
SSSSSSSSSPPPPPPPAAAAAANNKKK! We were both breathing hard.
SSSSSSSPPPPPPPPAAAAANNNNNKKKKK! My heart started pounded.
She started thrusting and wiggling to meet my hand.
SSSSSSSSSSSPPPPPPPPPPPPAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNKKK!
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH" she moaned. I was
starting to lose it. SSSSSSSSPPPPPPPPAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNKKK!
We were both breathing heavy hearts pounding in synchrony.
SSSSSSPPPAAANNNNKKKKK! SSSSSSSSSSPPPPPPPPAAAAAANNNNKK!
We both came. Motionless across my lap she whispered,
"Damn you're good!"
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