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Jennie by His Lordship
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Disclaimer: This story features a mild spanking and
consensual sex. Tame, I know, but it was a lot of fun
at the time.
JENNIE
By His Lordship
Some time in my second year at college...
There was a knock on the door of my room. There was
Jennie, in her fur coat, and showing a lot of leg below it.
'I'm sorry we had an argument,' she said, and kissed me,
then 'Look,' and she let the coat open, revealing that she
was naked beneath it. She had a lovely body, curvy and full,
long straight black hair and a Welsh accent.
'Oh good heavens, Jennie, my roommate could be back at
any minute!'
But she was not listening, as usual. 'I took a taxi over
from Girton. The college chaplain opened the door for me. I
told him I had a revealing costume on underneath my coat.
Don't you like it?'
'Of course, you look stunning, but David could walk in at
any moment, and we've made his life miserable enough as it
is.' Every time Jennie has spent the night with me, David had
slept on the sofa in the living room, as we shared a bedroom.
'Let's go in the bedroom. I want you now.' She dropped
the coat onto a chair, and kissed me again.
'Not now, Jennie. Put some clothes on before David gets
back.'
'I don't have any clothes. Just the coat... after we make
love I can dress up in your clothes.'
'I should spank your bottom.'
'Mmmmmm.'
'At least put the coat back on.'
She pouted. 'Do you think I'm too fat.'
At this point I grabbed her arm, pulled her over to the
sofa and forced her down across her lap. S
he giggled. 'What
are you doing?' she asked. I answered by swatting her bottom.
'Ow,' she complained, 'that's too hard.' She tried to
protect her rear with her hands, so I grabbed both wrists in
my left hand, and continued to spank her with my right. She
put up a token struggle, and continued to complain. 'No,
please, that hurts, gentler, OW! Please stop! Oh, you beast.
Ouch!'
By the time I had given her twenty or so slaps, I was so
turned on that I picked her up, carried her into the bedroom,
dumped her on my bed, dropped my trousers and entered her
without fully undressing. I came as she had her third orgasm.
Afterwards, as she was bending over to select a pair of Y-
fronts from my underwear drawer, I admired her bottom, still
glowing from the spanking. 'I guess I spanked you a bit hard'
I said. 'You're still all pink.'
'Yes.' She grinned. 'But you should have seen the look on
your face when you came.'
* * *
Well, that is fairly close to being a true story, though I
have telescoped two events, and changed names to protect
the guilty parties. Jennie was the first woman I ever
went to bed with, and the first I ever spanked. She did come
round to my room wearing only her fur coat once, but (alas) I
did not spank her that evening. I should have spanked her
more often, she was a spoiled brat...
His Lordship
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