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Alex_b
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Username: Alex_b
Post Number: 3
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Tuesday, May 10, 2005 - 11:19 pm: | 
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RUSTY GETS A REAL ONE
by Alex B.
I still feel a sweet twinge every time I think
about her- Rusty Graham. Her real name was
Allison, but that didn't fit. Allison sounds
like the name of a girl who plays by the rules.
Rusty knew no rules as far as I could tell
and so I always used her childhood nickname
which originated from the tint of red in her
strawberry-blonde curls.
I only have one picture of us together. It was
taken at an arcade near Christmas time in 1996.
I remember Rusty grabbing my wallet and lifting
out four singles. She fed them into the front
of a photo booth and then dragged me inside.
I attempted to smile but just before the flash
she reached between my legs and gave by balls
a hard squeeze. I still have that wallet-size
photo stuck in the corner my bedroom mirror.
It's a bit scratched and bent now, but I can
clearly make out the look of shock on my face
and that wickedly mischievous grin on hers.
As soon as the camera flashed, she let go of
my nuts, kissed me full on the lips and leapt
from the booth. I ended up chasing her through
the arcade several times before catching her
near the ski ball alleys where I playfully
wrestled her to the floor. A few people watched
in mild amusement as I managed to pin her to
the carpet and tickle her mercilessly until she
threatened to pee. I quickly released her as
I had known her to make good on this promise.
Rusty jumped up and made a dash for the door.
Following her out into the parking lot, I caught
her just as she reached my car, throwing my arms
around her legs. I tossed her over my shoulder
and delivered several swift smacks to her bottom
as I spun her around. Rusty giggled and squealed
all the while. As soon as I placed her back on
her feet, she made another grab for my privates.
But I swatted her hand away and trapped her in
a bear hug.
“Now you’re gonna get it!”
“Ooh! What ya gonna do, huh? What ya gonna do?”
Rusty taunted.
“I’m gonna spank you! That’s what!” I announced.
Rusty immediately stopped twisting around.
“Really?” she said in a husky voice. “Am I being
a bad girl?” She grabbed my face and pressed
her lips against mine. “Am I your bad girl?”
She caught my upper lip between her teeth.
My mouth dropped open in surprise and her tongue
darted inside. I met her tongue with mine and
we kissed deeply. Then suddenly, she stopped.
"Damn!" she cried out suddenly and ran back
into the arcade.
"Hey! What are you doing?" I shouted.
A minute later, Rusty returned, fanning herself
with the photo. She held the picture in front
of my face.
"Gotcha!" she said, pointing at my wide eyes.
I told her that she was in big trouble as we
got into the car, but by the time we were back
at my apartment, I’d more of less forgotten
about the ball-grabbing incident or any
reprisals on my part.
An hour or so later, we sat on the couch.
Rusty leaned against me, casually running a
hand through my hair and blowing on my neck
as I fingered the remote.
“So?” she whispered between tiny kisses placed
on and around my ear.
“So what?” I asked.
“So when exactly do I get this spanking you
keep promising?”
“I promised you a spanking?”
“You’re always saying you’re going to spank me,
but you never do! I tease you, embarrass you
publicly. I practically beg you to spank me
and you threaten to do it, but as soon as we
start, you get distracted or something.
“Didn’t I spank you last week?”
Rusty stopped to think for a moment.
“No. You slapped my ass while you were taking me
from behind.” She grinned warmly at the memory
of it. “I do like that of course, but it’s not
what I really want. I want you to scold me,
tell me what a naughty little brat I am, then
pull my pants down and take me across your knee
for a good old-fashioned bottom tanning!
And after that, make me stand in the corner
until I promise to behave myself. You know,
a real spanking, with all the trimmings...
like in one of those stories.”
Suddenly, the conversation was making sense.
“Wait a minute.” I quickly muted the television.
“What stories?”
“You know... the sexy ones. The ones on your
computer in that hidden file.”
This was at a point in my life when I had
decided to keep my writing and my romantic
life separate.
“That’s my personal file, Rusty! You’re not
supposed to be snooping in there!”
“Well, then you shouldn’t have labeled it
'Private'! You know I can’t resist that kind
of thing! Besides, why do you want to hide
that stuff? It’s hot!”
I immediately pushed the power off button on
the remote and rose to my feet.
“All right, stand up!” I commanded.
“What?”
“I’ve heard enough! Get over here!”
As I spoke, I pushed the coffee table over a few
feet and pointed to a spot on the carpet. I then
hauled an armless chair away from the dining
table. Rusty was standing by then, but had yet
to move to the place I’d designated. So I
took her by the wrist and pulled her there,
delivering a swift swat to the seat of her
jeans in the process. Though I was simply
following her instructions, my young partner
seemed mesmerized by my actions. Her jaw fell
open slightly as I stood in front of her with
arms folded and began dressing her down.
“Do you have any idea how childish you’ve been
behaving lately?” I began. “Here you are nearly
twenty-seven and you grab me by the balls
in public! Then I have to chase you down for
an apology- which you still owe me by the way.
And now I find out you’ve been snooping into my
private writings! Well, I’m not taking any more
of it, young lady! You’re going to learn to
behave starting right now!”
With that, I stepped forward to unbutton Rusty’s
blue jeans. She flinched, almost stepping back
as I grabbed the front of her pants and undid
the top button. I wasted no time in working the
zipper and yanking her pants down past her knees
and to her ankles. She gasped as I did this,
as if someone had thrown cold water in her face.
I had her step out of her pants and kick them
aside. As usual, she was without underwear, so
she was now bare from the bottom of her t-shirt
to the top of her white cotton ankle socks.
Her hands were gently trembling at her sides
as I stepped back to survey the situation.
Her voice wasn’t much more than a squeak as
she tried to talk.
“Maybe this wasn’t such a good-”
“Quiet!” I barked, giving her naked bottom a slap
that instantly had her wide-eyed and silent.
“Oh, you are going to get it now!” I growled.
“You’ve just earned yourself a spanking you’ll
never forget! Do you understand?”
Still a bit stunned, Rusty quickly nodded her
head up and down.
I began to sit, but then it struck me that
my little angel might benefit from standing
there for a minute or two with her pants pulled
down to drink in the atmosphere before the
festivities continued. I placed Rusty’s left
hand on top her head, then placed her right hand
on top of her left leaving her to momentarily
contemplate her fate.
“Don‘t move now.” I said. Then I went into
the kitchen and checked the refrigerator for
something to drink. I noticed a bottle of
champagne in the door which we were saving for
a special occasion. “This seems pretty special!”
I thought to myself. I glanced into the next
room and smiled at the sight of my girlfriend
who stood bare-assed with her hands on her head
awaiting a sound spanking- one she had actually
asked for! “If you take a step from that spot,”
I announced as I removed the foil from the top
of the bottle, “I’m going to take off my belt
and you’ll really be dancing the night away!
Got that?” I could see Rusty nodding in
compliance in the mirror over the sink.
One quick tug and the cork was out.
I took a wine glass from the cupboard and
poured myself some bubbly. I leaned against
the counter enjoying my champagne and the
lovely scene in the next room. After finishing
that glass, I poured another and brought it
into the living room.
“Would you care for a drink before we start?”
"Please." Rusty said, reaching out for the
glass as I approached.
“No, no.” I said, giving her hand a light smack.
“Keep both hands on your head.” Rusty did as
she was instructed and I brought the brim of
the glass to her lips and let her sip from it.
As she downed the last drop, I put my lips to
her ear and quietly spoke. “You ready for this?”
I peered into her eyes to see if she understood
the question. By the reaction she gave me, it
was clear that she had no interest in stopping.
The corner of her mouth curved upward in a smile
as subtle than the Mona Lisa. She then bowed
her head a bit, batting her eyes and pouting as
she replied.
“I guess I’ve got it coming.”
Without further delay, I placed the wine glass
on the coffee table and sat down in the chair
I’d placed in the middle of the room. I reached
out and grabbed Rusty by the arm and pulled her
across my lap. My hand went up into the air
as if by its own power and just as seemingly
self-controlled, it came down with a smack
across my lover’s pale, unprotected bottom.
Though the swat was not that hard, Rusty cried
out as if she were genuinely surprised.
The next few swats to her fanny brought some
yelps and grunts.
Seeing as this was Rusty’s first trip across my
knee, I decided to give her a sample package
of my various spanking techniques. I spanked her
at a moderate pace for a while, then delivered
several very hard swats with long pauses between
followed by a rapid volley of spanks that left
her breathless. Then I returned to the beginning
and ran through the menu again. How can I
describe the sight of Rusty kicking up a storm
in those adorable little ankle socks?! The oohs,
and ouches, the owies and yows, the promises
to behave and outright blubbering that came
flooding out amid the stinging swats had become
a lovely comic symphony by time Rusty’s spanking
was almost over. I finished up with a dozen
resounding swats, each of which had Rusty
flinching and crying aloud. After the last swat,
I held her in place gently patting and rubbing
her sore bottom as she lay limply over my lap.
“You know, in most of my writing, a hand
spanking is just the beginning.” I told Rusty
as I massaged her pink, throbbing ass cheeks.
“Should I have you fetch a wooden spoon or a
hairbrush so I can really scorch your buns,
you know... like in one of my stories?”
“No, thank you!” Rusty managed to answer,
half crying, half laughing. “I think you’ve
done a fine job already!”
I lifted my hand and Rusty pushed herself from
my lap. I stood as well and wrapped my arms
around her, squeezing her tightly. She hugged
me back and placed kisses on my face. As I
kissed her in return I could taste her tears
on my lips.
“Did you get what you wanted?” I asked.
Rusty reached back to feel and rub some of the
sting from her blazing backside.
“A little more than I wanted!” she said with a
wry grin.
“That’s kind of what it’s about- getting a
little more than you want.”
I then put my hands on her shoulders, turned her
around and marched her to a corner of the room.
“Oh, come on!” she protested.
“You wanted the full treatment.” I replied,
giving her sore, freshly-spanked bottom an
extra swat. “Now keep your nose in that corner
until I say you can leave.”
Rusty sighed and nodded in compliance.
Remembering that I’d left the remainder of the
champagne out where it would soon grow warm
and flat, I went into the kitchen to put it
back in the fridge. Finding the bottle still
quite cold, I took a swig from it and then
brought it with me into the living room
where my chastised girlfriend stood obediently
in the corner, gently cupping her reddened
ass cheeks in her hands.
“Come here.” I said. Rusty peered over her
shoulder at me, no doubt making sure that this
wasn’t some trick to earn her another spanking.
“Yes, you can leave the corner.” I added.
She turned and padded over to me, her head
slightly bowed. I lifted the bottle to her lips
and tilted it back. She took the brim into her
mouth and lustily drank the cool bubbly fluid,
grunting with pleasure as she swallowed.
She flicked at the bottle with the tip of
her tongue as I finally took it away.
I set the champagne aside and then placed a
finger under Rusty’s chin, lifting her face
up to mine.
“Are you going to be a good girl now... or do I
have to take off my belt?”
“No!” Rusty answered. “I mean, I’m definitely
going to be good!” She wiped a tear from the tip
her nose and kissed me sweetly. “And as far as
taking off your belt.” she said as she knelt
before me and unfastened the buckle. “Why don’t
you let me do that?”
“This might make a good story.” I thought
to myself as Rusty slid my pants down my legs.
“Of course, I’d have to end it right here.”
THE END |
Bethie
Moderator/Spanking Aficionado
Username: Bethie
Post Number: 117
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Wednesday, May 11, 2005 - 04:30 am: |
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Great story, Alex! You're such a wonderful writer and you really know which buttons to push, too. I'm glad you're sharing that with us here. Thank you! |
Kendra
Spanko
Username: Kendra
Post Number: 54
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Wednesday, May 11, 2005 - 09:53 am: |
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Wow.. that's an awesome story.. While reading that I couldn't help but think of my husband and I, well mostly me, because that's usually what I would do to get his attention.. just brat around. Usually didn't work, and we just both ended up frustrated.. but hey. I love your writing, please keep it up 
All the Best
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