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Alex_b
New member 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
Junior 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 Kryssi |
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