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Red Cheeks part 3
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 3/3
"Wait," I told her. I surveyed the instruments on the
coffee table and decided on the strip of Lucite; it was a little
more than an inch wide, a quarter of an inch thick and about 18
inches long. It was more like her mother's yardstick than
anything else I had, although the Lucite was heavier than wood.
"When I come in," I continued, "I'm going to give you 25
with this." I held up the clear plastic strip. "You can think
about how that's going to feel while you're changing."
Gail swallowed hard, then nodded and turned back toward
her bedroom. I waited until I heard a toilet flush and a door
open and another one close, then went in search of the bathroom
myself--four drinks had made the need rather urgent. While I was
in there I opened a drawer and found the package I'd expected. I
pocketed one of the items in it, then went back to the living
room. I repacked my gym bag and sat down to wait.
After giving Gail ten minutes to change and have second
thoughts if she wanted to, I picked up the Lucite strip and the
gym bag and walked to her bedroom. The door was ajar and I
pushed it open and went in, then closed the door and locked it
behind me. Gail was lying face down with most of her legs
hanging off the foot of the bed. She was wearing a pale blue
nightgown, the same color as her panties, but the nightgown was
short enough to make it obvious that she was no longer wearing
the panties. Her legs were spread slightly and I could feel
myself getting hard as I gazed at the honey-colored thatch
revealed by the short gown.
I walked over to the bed put the gym bag on the floor
next to it. Without a word I pulled the nightgown up until the
hem crossed the middle of her back. Gail spread her legs a
little wider and clenched the cheeks of her magnificent ass. The
redness had faded to a uniform shade of pink.
"Are you ready for the 25 I promised you?" I demanded.
"Yes," she almost whispered.
"All right. Remember, now, if you move I'll start over,"
I warned. The muscles in her arms tightened as she grabbed the
bedspread with both hands.
I raised the Lucite strip and brought it down quickly
across the fullest part of both cheeks. Gail gave a sharp yelp
of pain, the loudest sound she'd made yet. I swatted her again,
lower on the right cheek, and settled into a rhythm of one spank
about every second and a half. Gail didn't move but she gave
some kind of cry as each stroke landed.
"Oh! Ow! Aaah! Ouch! Please! Mama! Oooh! Hurts!"
Her cries became louder but less coherent as I gave her last
seven or eight spanks, but still she made no effort to move or
dodge the plastic strip.
By the time I finished her arms were trembling from the
effort she was putting into clutching the bedspread and her ass
was criss-crossed with straight-sided red blotches, but the outer
lips of her pussy were glistening. I laid the Lucite paddle down
and sat down next to Gail's prone figure. I stroked her ass
gently, and she moaned and relaxed her grip on the bedspread as
her legs moved even further apart. I continued rubbing the
overheated mounds of firm flesh but declined the clear invitation
to slide my hand between her legs; that could come later, if she
really wanted it.
"Oh, yes," she sighed, "your hand feels so good! I wish
my mom had rubbed me like that after a spanking."
"Did that feel like the real thing?" I asked.
"It did, and then again it didn't. I mean, it really
hurt, just like the spankings I used to get, and yet it wasn't
unbearable the way they used to be. Maybe it was because I knew
when you were going to stop, but you really got me excited."
The glistening lips of her pussy, and the expanding wet
spot on the bedspread beneath Gail's crotch, proved the accuracy
of that statement. My engorged cock threatened to tear through
the front of my slacks, and I stood up to ease the pressure.
"All right," I told her, "I think its time you got a real
strapping. Take your nightgown off and kneel on the bed."
I turned away to find my gym bag and selected the
heaviest leather strap. It was a little narrower than the razor
strap that I'd experienced as a kid, but it was both thick and
supple, and I was sure it would get Gail's undivided attention.
By the time I turned back to the bed, Gail was nude and
kneeling in the position she'd described earlier. With her head
and shoulders on the bed, her distended nipples grazed the
bedspread despite the firmness of her breasts. Her knees were
clenched tightly together, but even so the swollen lips of her
pussy protruded between her tanned thighs.
I showed her the leather strap. "To start with, I'm
going to give you ten strokes with this; is that what you want?"
She nodded mutely, and I saw the muscles of her ass
tighten involuntarily.
"You know how it works," I reminded her. "You count each
stroke out loud. If you don't count, neither does the stroke,
and if you move, we'll start over. Is that clear?"
Again she bobbed her head wordlessly. I still had a
raging hard-on, and Gail's dripping pussy was like a bull's eye
in the middle of the beautiful target in front of me, but I knew
she wouldn't be satisfied until she'd relived one of her
stepfather's strappings.
I took half a step backward and raised the strap. Using
a side-arm motion I swung it, medium-hard, so that the last four
or five inches of the leather landed low on the outside of Gail's
right asscheek. Gail swayed to her left and let out her first
real scream of pain, but she didn't forget to gasp out a "one!"
I landed the strap again, this time in the middle of the right
cheek, provoking another yell and a strangled "two!"
The third and forth lashes landed on the left cheek,
requiring a backhanded motion. I may not have been able to swing
the strap with quite the same force, but each blow left the kind
of wide crimson stripe that the forehand strokes had. The next
four, administered about two seconds apart, descended diagonally,
landing near the top of one cheek and cutting across to end low
on the other cheek. The final two I placed across the backs of
Gail's thighs, resulting in cries of real agony - but except for
swaying from side to side, she never moved and never missed in
her counting.
Laying the strap down, I knelt on the bed beside Gail.
She leaned against me and moaned as I stroked her blazing ass.
The backs of her thighs were wet and slippery with the juices
from her pussy, and I was ready to stop the spanking and plunge
my fingers into her hot tunnel. She stiffened as my hand brushed
her outer lips, though, and whispered "No, I want the rest!"
I stood up and Gail spread her knees far apart, arching
her back to keep her ass high in the air. Her tumescent clit
jutted from between puffy labia as I picked up the leather strap.
She obviously wanted a real strapping, and I would give her one.
"This time you're going to get twenty," I told her, "and
if you move I'll start over from the beginning - including the
ten you've already had. Are you ready?"
I waited for her to nod, then swung the strap - hard. As
I had intended, the last few inches of the strap smacked into the
inside of her left thigh, just below the gaping lips of her
pussy. A thin scream forced its way past Gail's clenched teeth,
but she stayed in position. A backhand stroke left a broad
matching welt on the inside of her right thigh, and again Gail
cried out but didn't move.
Spacing the strokes about five seconds apart, I proceeded
to lash Gail's ass and the backs and insides of her thighs. By
the time I'd given her ten she had arched her back even further,
thrusting her hips higher into the air and rolling them from side
to side each time the strap landed. By the twentieth, all of her
skin that was visible, from just above her knees to the tops of
her asscheeks was a nearly uniform fiery red, streaked with her
pussy juices that the strap had spread.
I dropped the strap on the floor and started gently to
stroke Gail's blazing skin. She moaned and shuddered. "Please,"
she whispered urgently, "fuck me, hurry, please!"
I needed no urging. Stepping out of my shoes, I loosened
my belt and pulled my slacks and jockey shorts off with one hand,
while retrieving and unwrapping the condom I'd found in Gail's
bathroom with the other hand. I rolled the condom onto my
throbbing prick and slid it into her waiting pussy.
She came the first time almost instantly, and shared my
orgasm only a minute or two later. As her second orgasm passed
Gail collapsed forward on the bed and I sank down on her back,
still trapped in her pussy and gasping for breath as she was. I
kissed the back of her neck, her shoulder blades, her ears,
feeling the hot cheeks of her ass pressed hard against the front
of my thighs.
A few minutes later I clambered to my feet and staggered
into the bathroom, where I found a pump bottle of skin lotion and
palmed another condom. Gail was still lying face down on the bed
when I came back and began rubbing lotion gently into her bruised
skin. Within a few minutes we were both thoroughly aroused
again. Gail rolled the condom into place this time, and we made
love slowly and tenderly, face to face with Gail on top.
Afterward, as we lay half waking and half sleeping, Gail
murmured "I hope we can do this again."
"Which do you mean?" I asked, "the spanking or the love-
making."
"Both," she sighed. "I mean, I wouldn't want to be
spanked every time I made love, but I've never felt anything like
I felt when you first slid inside me. I guess I've wanted to be
spanked and fucked for a long time."
"I've waited a long time to find someone who wanted to be
spanked," I told her, "and I'm really glad it turns you on. Just
looking at you turns me on, and I'd never want to hurt you."
"Oh, you didn't, at least no more than I wanted. Next
time, though, I'd like oo start in here and forget the
preliminaries. There will be a next time, won't there?"
I assured her that there would be as many next times as
she wanted.
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