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Red Cheeks part 2
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.
Part 2/3
"You won't," I assured her. "Now, since it's been a long
time for you, we'll start very gently. We'll leave your pants
on, and I'll just use my hand. How many of those shall I give
you?"
Gail thought for a moment. "How about five?" she said
tentatively.
"How about ten?" I responded. We settled on seven, and I
shifted her slightly to make sure her ass was directly above my
thigh. I raised my hand and said, "O.K., here we go!"
I brought my open palm down sharply on the clenched
muscles of her right asscheek. Gail expelled her breath swiftly
but made no other sound. I gave her a matching smack on the left
side, and followed up with another on the left before she could
clench that cheek again. The seven spanks took only ten seconds
or so, and Gail gave no indication that she found them hard to
take.
"Those didn't hurt much, did they? How about fifteen
more?" I asked.
"O.K.", she answered. "I think I can handle that."
I resumed without any warning, and the first swat
provoked a small yelp of surprise. The last three spanks of that
set elicited short moans, but nothing that sounded as though Gail
were in real pain.
"All right," I announced, "I think it's time to make
things a little more realistic. Let's get those pants out of the
way."
Gail stood up stiffly, unzipped her slacks and pulled
them off. She looked at me questioningly, obviously wondering if
I intended her to remove her bikini panties as well.
"Leave those on, for now," I smiled, "but why don't you
take your blouse off and save some time later?" She had to
realize that meant that I expected all of her clothes to be off
before we finished, but the idea didn't seem to bother her. She
unbuttoned her blouse and dropped it on top of her slacks. Then,
wearing only her bra and a pair of pale blue nylon
panties - neither of which left a great deal to my
imagination - she draped herself across my lap again.
Her bikini panties exposed a lot of skin, and I could see
that her ass was as firm and well-shaped as I'd guessed. It was
also slightly tinged with pink from the gentle spanking she'd had
so far; it would be pinker after the next set.
"I'm still going to use my hand," I told her. "You're
more exposed now, but you've also gotten used to the feeling, so
why don't we start with twenty?" We settled on fifteen, and I
agreed to warn her before the first.
I gave her the warning and landed a hard swat in the
middle of her left asscheek, being careful to center the blow
over the nylon-covered area. The sound echoed loudly and my hand
stung, so I knew her ass did too, but Gail reacted only with a
sharp gasp. I continued briskly, gradually letting the spanks
land more on bare skin and less on nylon. She was squirming by
the time I gave her the fifteenth spank, but her movements seemed
more designed to grind her pubic bone against my thigh than to
avoid the force of my slaps.
We had reached a critical point. I had to decide whether
to remove the last of Gail's clothing and continue spanking her
by hand, or to introduce her to my toys. Much as I wanted to see
her totally nude, it seemed to me that she was less likely to
fear my toys if she still had the protection - more psychological
than physical - of her panties when I introduced them, so I told
her to get up and hand me my gym bag.
I put the bag on the coffee table in front of us and
unzipped it. Then I told Gail to take everything out. She
examined each paddle and strap carefully before laying it out on
the coffee table. When she had finished, I told her to choose
the one she wanted me to use.
"Couldn't you just spank me some more with your hand?"
she asked. "I mean, your hand was really starting to sting, and
those things look like they could really hurt."
"I'll do whatever you want," I told her, "but I think
you're ready for more than just my hand. You want to see how a
real spanking will feel."
"I guess you're right." She selected the lightest paddle
and handed it to me. It was a good choice. I knew from personal
experience that it would sting, but any pain would disappear
within a few minutes.
Gail settled back across my lap but didn't relax the way
she had before. I stroked her ass and the backs of her thighs,
assuring her that the paddle was only a small step away from the
hand spankings she'd endured so easily. Most of the tension left
her body, but I could tell that her asscheeks were still tight.
I asked her how many she wanted to start with, and she suggested
five. I countered with fifteen, and we agreed on ten. I raised
the paddle and told her to relax; my words, of course, had the
opposite effect.
I landed the paddle sharply on the panty-covered part of
her right asscheek. Gail jumped and said "Oh!", but made no
other sound. Nine more spanks landed quickly. I alternated from
cheek to cheek, and she jerked each time the paddle landed but
remained silent.
"Well, what do you think?", I asked after the tenth
stroke.
"It didn't hurt as much as I'd been afraid it would. In
fact," she admitted, "it felt good, even better than your hand."
"I thought you'd say that," I commented. I was elated,
because I was sure now that she could handle a more extensive
session with any of my toys. "Let's go a little farther this
time." Without explaining my comment I rolled her panties down
until they were stretched tight across her thighs, just below the
jutting cheeks of her ass.
Gooseflesh rippled across the pale skin of her ass as
Gail realized that she was completely unprotected for the first
time. Her cheeks were a mottled pink, but that color would
disappear within an hour if we stopped now. "I'll use the same
paddle, but I think you should have 25 this time."
Gail agreed readily, but clenched her asscheeks together
as I raised the paddle. I swung it harder this time, landing
blows at random. With 25 spanks to work with I managed to cover
most of each cheek. For the first fifteen or so the only sound
was the slapping of the paddle, but then I began to hear an
"Ooh!" or an "Unh!" each time the paddle landed.
I finished the 25th and Gail sagged against me. "Oh,
God!" she exclaimed. "That was starting to remind me of a real
spanking, the kind I used to get!" Her ass was showing some
redness, but I was sure it would be considerably redder before I
left her apartment.
I ran my hands appreciatively over her silk-smooth skin.
"Would you like to take a break now, or shall we go ahead with
another step?" I inquired.
Gail thought for a moment. "Um, I'd like another drink
in a few minutes, but first -" She pushed herself up into a
kneeling position, then turned to rummage through the implements
on the coffee table. Rolled down as they were, her panties still
covered most of her crotch, but it was obvious that she was
either a natural blonde or had a very intimate relationship with
her hairdresser.
After hefting each of my paddles, Gail chose an oval-
shaped one with leather facings and handed it to me. "Why don't
you give me, oh, twenty with that one?" She lowered her body
across my lap, but kept part of her weight on her knees to thrust
her rump upward invitingly.
"Twenty you shall have," I responded. I didn't suggest a
larger number, because the paddle she'd chosen was quite a bit
heavier than the first one, and I knew from personal experience
that twenty strokes with that would do more than just "remind"
her of a real spanking.
I tugged her panties down a little further to create an
unobstructed path to the base of each asscheek and raised the
paddle. "Ready?", I asked.
"Ready," she replied confidently. The right cheek
flattened under the impact of the paddle and she let out a
surprised yelp. I followed up quickly with another swat on the
left side, then moved back to the right, avoiding the bright red
blotch left by the first stroke. I wasn't swinging the paddle
with anything like my full strength, but I wasn't being gentle
either, and Gail let me know she was feeling the spanks: "OW!"
"AAAH!" "Ouch!" "Hurts!" "OH!"
She was no longer thrusting her ass toward the paddle; I
felt her full weight on my thigh as she rolled from side to side,
trying to make sure she wouldn't get two spanks in a row in the
same spot if I failed to select a new target. Her ass was
thoroughly reddened by the time I spanked her for the 20th time
and put the paddle down. She lay panting after I finished, still
rocking slightly from side to side.
"Wow!", Gail exclaimed at last, "I'm glad I didn't tell
you thirty!"
I rubbed the burning mounds gently. "You could have
taken thirty, though, or even forty, you know," I commented.
Gail got to her feet. "Oh, I know I could, I can take
lots more than you've given me so far, but I'm glad you've done
it so gradually. If you had pushed me too fast, I'd be afraid to
try any thing more." She collected our glasses and walked into
the kitchen, the rolled strand of sky blue nylon around her
thighs contrasting dramatically with the bright red of her
bottom.
She was back a couple of minutes later, with fresh drinks
for both of us. She sat down on the sofa and we talked for
several minutes. I asked how she felt about what we'd done so
far. She said that the last set were the only spanks that had
hurt while she was getting them, and that now she felt very
tingly and excited; she hoped I wasn't going to stop now.
I assured her that I wasn't going to stop, and as we
finished our drinks I told her I thought the time had come for
her to go in her bedroom and put on her nightgown, and I would
meet her there in a few minutes. Gail got to her feet and
started for the bedroom.
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