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Alex_b
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Post Number: 15
Registered: 04-2005
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SUNBURNED IN SAN DIEGO
by Alex B.
Julie Mc Adams leaned against her kitchen table
and sipped a glass of iced tea as she flipped
through her mail. Between the T.V. Guide and
the electric bill was an envelope with a return
address from Phoenix, Arizona. Tossing the other
mail aside, Julie took the letter into her
bedroom where she sat down on the edge of the
bed to read it. The letter was in reply to a
personal ad she'd placed in a magazine called,
“Hands On” two months earlier. Her ad read:
“Got a hand that's just itching to spank a
naughty bottom?
Attractive single lady 37, short black hair and
hazel eyes, seeks firm-handed woman 30-45 for
casual O.T.K encounters.
Role playing optional. Sense of humor and
discretion a must!”
Write c/o JM in San Diego,CA.”
“Dear JM,” the reply began. “I’m a social worker
here in Phoenix.
I’m 39, nice-looking and physically fit with
blue eyes and curly auburn hair. I am recently
divorced and have fantasized for years about
spanking other women. Work keeps me in town
most of the time, but my weekends are free
for travel. I’m sending you a S.A.S.E. so that
you can reply. If you’re not interested, simply
mail the envelope back to me. I’ll understand.
Otherwise, I hope to hear from you soon.
Sincerely, R.W."
The letter writing went on for another month.
They exchanged stories and photographs and
told each other their real names. R.W.’s was
Rachel Walker. Then one of Rachel’s letters
included her phone number. The night after
receiving the letter, Julie called Rachel.
“Hello, Rachel?”
“Yes?”
“This is Julie from San Diego.”
“Oh. Hi, Julie! I’m glad you called!”
“Are you free to talk?”
The conversation was like that of any other
two people for about five minutes. Then Rachel
ventured past the bounds of the weather and
other pleasantries.
“So, how did you get interested in spanking?”
“I’m not sure when the seed was first planted.”
Julie said.
“Both my parents spanked me at one time or
another, but I certainly didn’t attach any
enjoyment to that! Then one day, when I was
fifteen, I was watching Monty Python and
The Holy Grail on t.v. with my boyfriend
and there was this scene where all these
women in a convent were begging Sir Galahad
to spank them.”
“I love that scene!” Rachel said. “It’s so hot!”
“I know! I couldn’t understand it, but the idea
of all those women wanting a spanking gave me
this funny feeling inside.”
“What did your boyfriend think of the scene?”
Rachel asked.
“He just laughed.”
“Did you tell him how you felt?”
“Oh, no!" Julie said. "I was too shy. We hadn’t
even kissed. I wasn’t planning on ever telling
anyone about it! But the next summer, I went to
cheerleading camp and things changed. There was
this beautiful girl with long blonde hair.
Her name was Heather. She was captain of my
squad and was always getting on us about being
on time for practice. Without thinking much
about it, I suggested spanking as a punishment
for tardiness."
“Then you showed up late all the time.”
“Every chance I got! Now, I wasn’t generally
interested in girls back then, but Heather had
the prettiest face and the silkiest thighs I
had ever seen. I found myself daydreaming about
laying across them all the time. One afternoon,
when I’d been twenty minutes late, Heather had
me stay after practice. She said she’d decided
to take me up on my spanking idea. I followed
her into a wooded area in back of an empty
baseball field. She sat down on a fallen
tree and reached out and took me by the wrist.
Then she yanked me to her side and without a
word grabbed the elastic band of my shorts
pulling them down to my knees. My panties went
with them. I could feel goose bumps rising up on
my legs and arms as she hauled me over her lap.
She didn’t waste any time. The spanking started
fast and hard and it stayed that way until it
was over. It couldn’t have been more than two
minutes, but I’ll never forget it! I can still
remember the feeling of the cool air on my
bottom just before the first swat landed and the
sound of her hand smacking my ass over and over.
And I know it sounds funny, but I’ll never
forget the smell of the juniper berry bushes
that surrounded us. That was the first of many
spankings I got from Heather that summer.
For the next three weeks, she toyed with me at
every opportunity. She’d give my ass a hard
smack when nobody was looking and I mean a slap
that would lift me off my feet! One day, in the
shower, she hauled back and gave me such a swat
that I had to cover my mouth to keep from
crying out. She’d stand right behind me during
exercise and whisper:
‘In ten minutes, those shorts are coming down!’
It was a little bit frightening at times, but I
couldn’t resist her. She had me under a spell.
Whenever we could get away together and find a
private spot, it would be only seconds before
Heather had me pinned over those heavenly legs
with my gym shorts around my ankles. Man!
Could she spank hard! I remember standing up at
the back of the bus all the way home.”
“What turned you on the most?” Rachel asked.
“When she took me by the wrist. That’s when I
really got weak in the knees. Ever since then,
I’ve loved that moment just before a spanking
when I get taken by the wrist and bent over.
Most people don’t get that it’s the details
that can make or break a spanking scene.
It’s the way someone scolds me- the way they
pull my panties down. There’s so much more to
it than just the spanking itself. If all I
wanted was to get my ass slapped, I’d be a
waitress at a truck-stop!”
The two of them laughed.
“All right, what was your first experience?”
Julie inquired.
Rachel took a deep breath and began.
“I was in college. I was a freshman and I met
this other freshman girl in a chemistry class.
Her name was Masami. She was very American, but
her parents were from Japan. I’ve always been
attracted to Asian women. Anyway, we became
fast friends. I couldn’t help but notice that
she seemed to be flirting with me at times.
One night, I went over to her dorm room to study
and talk. The first thing I noticed when she
invited me in was that on the wall over her bed
was a poster of a woman spanking another woman.
I didn’t say anything at first, but eventually
I had to ask about the woman being spanked.
'That's Betty Page.’ she said. ‘Isn’t she
beautiful?’ I took a long hard look at the
picture. It was black and white and had a very
early fifties look to it. This tall woman
holding a hairbrush had another woman in a black
bra and panties over her knee. The young woman
getting spanked had long, silky black hair,
just like Masami’s.
‘I wish I were her.’ Masami said, looking at
the poster.
She told me she’d found a hairbrush just like
the one in the picture. Then she went into the
bathroom, brought it out and handed it to me.
It was this heavy oak brush which I patted
against my palm a few times. I asked her if she
had ever been spanked with it. She told me that
she’d smacked herself with it a few times, but
that was all. We both stood there for a moment,
looking at each other. She took her hair out of
the ponytail it was in and let it fall freely
around her shoulders. We started to take off
each other’s clothes. When we were both down to
our underwear, like the women in the photo,
I took a chair from behind a nearby desk and
sat down. Masami carefully slid over my lap.
As I took hold of the top of her panties, she
arched her hips so I could slide them down past
her thighs. She had the loveliest bottom. It was
small and round and so soft! I ran my hand over
her perfect cheeks for at least a minute.
I almost didn’t want to spank them. You know,
the way a cake is sometimes so beautiful you
nearly hate to eat it. But then I raised the
brush and gave her perfect ass a smack.
She jerked and gasped, yet I could tell that
she wanted more. So I hauled back and began
giving her a real bottom blistering with
that brush. She was kicking and crying before I
was done. At any moment one of her room mates
might have walked in on us, which only added
to the excitement. Afterward, I stood her up
and we kissed for the longest time. We took off
our remaining clothes and laid down on top of
the covers wrapped in each other’s arms.
It was so...”
“Beautiful!” Julie sighed.
There was long moment of silence before Rachel
spoke again.
“Listen... I want you to say something for me.”
“All right.” Julie said, softly.
“I want you to say ‘bare’.”
“Bare.”
“Good. Now say ‘bottom’."
“Bottom.”
“Say ‘spanked’.”
“Spanked.”
“Now I want you to say, ‘I’m going to get my
bare bottom spanked.’”
“It’s so embarrassing.” Julie giggled.
“I know. It’s delicious, isn’t it?”
“It’s deliciously humiliating. My face is warm.”
“You’re blushing.”
“Yes. Yes, I am.”
“What are you thinking about right now?”
“I’m bent over. All the blood is rushing to my
head and your hand is all over my ass....
caressing... squeezing.”
“Then what?”
“Then you tell me I’ve been very bad and that
you’re going to spank me.”
“Do you want me to spank you?”
“I need you to! I need your hand! I need to be
over your knee!”
“Or maybe I’ll bend you over a chair.”
“No! Over your knee, please! It’s where
I belong! I want to feel your thighs
against mine!”
“What a naughty girl!”
“I’m the naughtiest girl in the world!
The question is- when are you going to come
to San Diego and do something about it?”
“All right. When are you free?”
“This weekend would be good, only...”
“Only what?”
“I have to work Saturday morning.”
“Okay, let’s do it this way- I’ll call and make
reservations at a hotel for the weekend, then
I’ll fly into town Saturday night and stay over.
Sunday morning I pick you up and you can show
me the town. Then, if everything goes well, we
can go back to the hotel and play some games.”
“I don’t really think games will be necessary.”
“You know what I mean. I’ll call you Friday
night and we’ll work out the details.
Now, come on... say it for me.”
Julie hesitated a moment, then spoke slowly in
a girlish manner.
“I’m going to get my bare bottom spanked.”
Saturday evening, Rachel boarded a late flight
from Phoenix to Lindbergh Field in San Diego
and spent the remainder of the night at a hotel
in La Jolla.
Sunday morning found Rachel and Julie strolling
through Balboa Park and the San Diego Zoo. In
the afternoon, they drove back to La Jolla and
walked along the beach. It was a lovely day
marred only a few times by bratty behavior on
Julie’s part. When it came time to leave the
zoo, she threw a temper tantrum claiming she
wanted to stay longer. On the way to the beach,
she insisted on having the windows down even
though Rachel, who had rented the car, wanted
them up. And at the beach, she continually
kicked sand at Rachel. This was the only time
that Julie got a verbal warning.
“Young lady, I'll take you over my knee and
spank you right here in front of everybody!”
Rachel said well within earshot of several
sunbathers, causing Julie to blush openly.
“I think it’s time we go back to the hotel.”
Rachel added quietly.
Julie bowed her head, nodding in agreement.
As the two women entered the air conditioned
hotel room, Julie meekly stated the obvious.
“I’m going to get it, aren’t I?”
“Oh, yes!” Rachel said, sitting down on the edge
of the bed and motioning for Julie to approach.
Julie walked slowly to the bed. Rachel snapped
her fingers. “Take off that dress.” As soon as
Julie had taken off her simple sun dress, Rachel
grabbed it and tossed it aside. “Now the bra.”
Julie removed her bra which was also tossed to
the floor. “And those shoes.” Julie kicked off
her shoes and awaited further instructions.
Saying nothing, Rachel grabbed Julie’s peach
colored panties by the waistband at each hip
and yanked them down to her knees which were
just then beginning to shake. The cool air
rushed across Julie’s ass cheeks. She became
dizzy and her mouth went dry. The uncertain
feeling in her stomach that came whenever
Heather had taken her by the wrist had returned.
And, for the first time in years, Julie McAdams
was all goose bumps.
“Bend over!” Rachel barked. Her voice was like
a starter's pistol. Julie’s body jerked and she
obeyed the command. She bent forward, carefully
placing her hands on Rachel’s right thigh and
knee, then on her left thigh and knee and then
on the floor, all the while lowering herself
until her midsection was balanced across
Rachel’s lap. “By the way,” Rachel said as she
ran a hand across Julie’s round white cheeks.
“I think from now on you should address me as
ma’am when you’re being punished. What do you
think about that?”
“All right.” Julie agreed.
Her bottom was immediately given a sound smack.
“I beg your pardon?”
“I- I- I mean yes, ma’am.” Julie stammered.
“Good. Let’s begin.”
Rachel unceremoniously lifted her hand and began
slapping Julie’s ass with gusto. There was no
warm-up or teasing, just a sound spanking that
had Julie flinching and wincing from the start.
The strokes were swift and hard. The pace of the
spanking increased and decreased only slightly
as it was administered. Rachel’s style was
methodical but far from machine-like. The slaps
were consistent and yet some were clearly more
vindictive than others. Julie’s bottom was being
brought to a rosy glow by the hand of a woman
who knew how to do it. Julie gritted her teeth
and managed not to cry out even though the
assault on her backside was terribly painful
and humiliating. Thoughts of her days at
cheerleading camp flashed through her mind,
she could almost smell the juniper berries.
She even feared that she might call out
Heather’s name. And, just like those camp
encounters, it was all over too soon.
“Stand up.” Rachel commanded. Julie pushed
herself from Rachel’s lap and stood at her side.
The peach panties slid down to her ankles.
“Are you going to start behaving yourself, now?”
“Yes... for now.” Julie said coyly.
Rachel reached back and gave the vixen’s bottom
a hard slap.
Julie yelped and arched her hips forward.
“What was that?!”
“Yes, ma’am.” Julie gulped politely.
Rachel stood, walked over to a closet and took
out a white cotton bathrobe. She noticed that
Julie was rubbing her bottom and trying to look
back and survey the damage.
“How’s that fanny feeling?” Rachel asked,
slinging the robe over her shoulder.
"Well-done!” Julie replied with a smirk. “Care
to kiss it better?”
“I’ll tell you what,” Rachel smirked back.
“I’m going take a shower and wash some of this
sand off. I want you to stand here with your
panties around your ankles and think about what
a naughty girl you’ve been. If I come back and
find you standing right where I left you, we’ll
go out and have a nice dinner. If I come back
and find you anywhere else, it’s another trip
over my knee.” Rachel pointed a threatening
finger. “And next time won’t be so much fun!”
With that, she went into the bathroom and closed
the door.
As soon as she heard the shower being turned on,
Julie kicked off her panties, ran to the
full-length mirror on the closet door and turned
around to her look at her backside. Her bottom
was perfectly pink, not splotchy or uneven
anywhere. It was as if she'd gone to the beach
and gotten a sunburn, but only on her bottom.
It was a work of art. Julie threw herself onto
the bed and closed her eyes. She couldn’t stop
smiling or thinking about what a perfect paint
job she’d just had applied to her back porch.
Soon her hands wandered down below her waist.
She fingered herself and thought about how
easily she’d been taken over Rachel’s knee and
about Rachel’s firm thighs and even firmer hand.
The feeling of her hot, stinging ass cheeks
against the coarse lining of the bed cover
spurred her on. The faster she rubbed herself
on the bedspread the deeper she plunged
her fingers. She became so involved with
herself, she didn’t notice that the shower was
no longer running and a minute later, when
Rachel swung the bathroom door open, Julie was
genuinely surprised.
“Well now, what do we have here?” Rachel said,
folding her arms.
“Oops! Looks like you caught me!” Julie shrugged
her shoulders and tried to smile.
Rachel tightened the knot in the belt on her
robe and quickly advanced.
“All right, get up!” This time, Rachel took
her by the wrist, a detail that sent a shiver
up Julie’s spine. She pulled Julie from the
mattress and over to a nearby chair. Rachel
turned the chair outward and sat down. “I guess
you didn’t get the message earlier.”
“Oh, I got it! I was just hoping to get
it again!”
“As you wish!” Rachel said, tossing Julie’s
naked form across her lap. She took a large
wooden hairbrush from a pocket in her robe,
lifted it up high and without further warning
began to give Julie a harsh spanking with it.
Julie’s body shuddered at the first few blows.
Her buttocks tensed and she let out a
high-pitched squeal which was unusual for her.
This was her first serious encounter with a
hairbrush and she wasn’t prepared for the sharp
intensity of the swats. Rachel could sense this
and in between the stinging blows she glibly
lectured her partner. “Listen up, Miss McAdams!”
WHACK! “Things are going to be different when
you’re with me!” CRACK! “Get it?” SMACK!
“Yes!” Julie gasped in between swats.
“What was that?!” Rachel brought the brush down
across Julie’s bottom with a resounding slap.
“Ooh! I mean no! I mean, yes ma’am!”
Rachel switched the brush to her left hand
and began massaging Julie’s ass cheeks with
her right. She lightly ran the nail of her
middle finger between those hot swollen cheeks
and then patted them lovingly a few times.
“You know, I don’t plan to be this severe every
time I punish you.” Rachel cooed. “After all,
the threat of a spanking can be nearly as
thrilling as the actual execution. However,”
she paused. “When I warn you that your behavior
is going to get your ass in trouble and you
choose to ignore me...” Julie peered over her
shoulder to see that the brush was back in
Rachel’s right hand which was raised on high.
Julie turned away and tried to brace herself for
what was to come, which was the hardest swat
Julie’s bottom had ever received. After that,
the spanking became fast and frenzied.
Rachel swung the brush in rapid circles, like a
Ferris wheel out of control. Each rotation of
her wrist bringing another dose of misery to her
young companion's quivering buns. Julie was
kicking now. She gripped a chair leg with
one hand, clawing at the carpet with the other.
Tears were streaming down her burning face.
She tried to cry out, but found to her amazement
that in the excitement of what had become the
spanking of a lifetime, she had developed an
uncontrollable case of the hiccups. Every time
she opened her mouth to beg for mercy she could
only gulp air.
“Could anything be more humiliating than this?”
she thought as the spanking reached its climax.
“Could anything be more intoxicating?”
Just as Julie’s hiccups subsided, so did
her punishment. Rachel tossed the hairbrush on
the bed and immediately grabbed hauled Julie
to her to her feet.
“Now, am I going to have to use that brush again
on this trip?”
Julie, who was sobbing uncontrollably and
gripping her bottom with both hands, managed
to respond.
“No!”
Julie stood there, teary-eyed and weak-kneed,
until Rachel placed her hands on her shoulders
and softly kissed her neck. Julie’s eyes rolled
back in her head and she gratefully wrapped her
arms around Rachel, pulling them together.
Rachel’s hands slid from Julie’s shoulders, down
her back and then cupped her stinging buttocks
giving them a gentle squeeze. Julie sighed
and ground herself against Rachel’s waist.
Rachel pressed her lips to Julie’s left ear.
“Put your clothes on. We’re going out
to dinner.”
Surprised, Julie pulled away a bit.
“But aren’t we going to-”
“Next trip.” Rachel cut her off. “Now get
dressed or I’ll pick up that hairbrush and...”
Julie immediately let go of Rachel and began
looking around for her clothes. She found her
dress lying behind the bed and started putting
it on hurriedly.
“I’m not sure I’ll be able to sit down!”
she said.
“I know.” Rachel laughed as she walked back into
the bathroom. “But it’s going to be a pleasure
watching you try!”
Julie was able to sit at the restaurant, but she
squirmed in her seat a little during the meal.
She noticed Rachel checking her watch.
“What time is your flight?” she asked.
“In about two hours.” Rachel sighed. “Listen,
why don't you stay in my hotel room tonight
after I leave. It's already paid for.”
“Sounds like fun.”
“I want to clear something up right now.”
Rachel took on a serious tone. “I wanted very
much to be with you tonight. When you were
standing there with your panties down, rubbing
that hot little bottom of yours, I was as
turned on as I’ve ever been in my life!”
“Really?”
“Yes, really! What do you think I was doing in
the shower?”
They both laughed.
Then Rachel took Julie’s hands into hers.
“And I’m sure that when you come out to Phoenix,
I won’t be nearly so shy about it.”
“I wish I could come back with you tonight!”
Julie pouted.
“Me too, but let’s be practical. When can you
get a few days off?”
“Labor Day weekend is next month. I could fly
out then.”
“Then next month.” Rachel said as she leaned
down and kissed Julie’s fingers.
“I’ll think about you.” whispered Julie.
“You’d better!” Rachel said, smiling.
By the time Rachel was boarding the red-eye
flight to Phoenix, Julie was lying on her
stomach in the hotel bed, letting her hands
wander across her tender, pink, ass cheeks.
She was thinking about Rachel’s powerful hand.
She grasped both of them as she imagined herself
sprawled out over Rachel’s lap. And when she
thought about all the possibilities that awaited
her in just a month, her hands crept under
her hips. The air conditioner blew a chilling
breeze across Julie’s sore, throbbing bottom.
It was a lovely contrast to the fire that was
burning just below.
THE END |
Pagan
Spanko
Username: Pagan
Post Number: 51
Registered: 05-2005
| | Posted on Friday, June 10, 2005 - 04:24 pm: |
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OMG....fanning madly...
My natural inclination is M/F, but this was HOT. |
Bethie
Moderator/Spanking Aficionado
Username: Bethie
Post Number: 245
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Saturday, June 11, 2005 - 11:49 am: |
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I agree with Pagan - this was hot! Thanks, Alex, for another wonderful story. |
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