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Spanking Seduction (M/F, spank, lang, sex)
Copyright (c) 2002 ReadyOne. All rights reserved.
I stood up and set my drink on an end table on the other side of the room. Then I walked back over to Sharon and pulled her to her feet. She reached up, put her arms around my shoulders and tilted her head in obvious invitation. Instead, I surprised her by picking her up and depositing her on the couch, face down. Then I straddled the small of her back and started to massage her shoulders. She purred to tell me she was enjoying the attention.
After a bit, I slid back so that I was over her knees. I grasp her hips and pulled them back and up. She rose on her arms to rest on all fours.
Reaching under her waist, I unbuttoned the top couple of buttons of her jeans and pulled her blouse loose from inside them. Next I undid all the blouse buttons and pulled it up to her shoulders. Finally I loosened the bra and slid it up to her shoulders too.
Sharon started trying to take them off but I grabbed her two arms and pulled them to her sides. Leaning forward at the same time, I propelled her flat down on the couch. It was sudden and she gasped a little bit from the impact.
"My way," I said, and moved back up to straddle her waist.
I took her hands and raised her arms over her head, laying them on the wide couch arm. Then I took off her blouse, one arm at a time, and hung onto the brassier. I crossed her wrists and wound it around them just loose enough so she could work her way out if she really wanted to. I even got the ends to come out even so I could use one of the eyehooks to fasten them together. Sharon lay quietly.
Turning myself around, I still straddled her waist. I went to work massaging her legs, gently prying her thighs apart. There is a place on the jeans where four layers of cloth all come together to make a stiff lump, and I started pressing on the lump and moving it around in a circle. For many girls it’s in just the right place to push up into the clit.
Sharon said, "Feels good."
"There’s many things that feel good" I replied. "Wait till you feel my hand on your bare bottom."
With those words Sharon squirmed a bit more and pushed her crotch up against my hand.
After a minute more of this, I swung around over her waist again to face toward her head. She was gripping the edge of the couch with her hands. I slid back to her knees and pulled her hips up a bit. Sharon rested on her forearms, with her head pressed to the couch. She kept her hips high enough for me to reach under and finish with the fly buttons.
When I had pealed her jeans down past her knees, I patted her bottom. She lay down and I moved to sit beside her. Then I put my hands under her bikini briefs and massaged her buns. I rubbed my beard and long hair softly against her back and sides. Lying across her back, I kissed then nibbled on the back of her neck. Sharon settled in contentedly as I moved to her ear lobe.
Suddenly I tongued her ear giving her the old "wet Willie". It tickled her and tried to squirm away. I stopped and softly whispered in her ear, "When rape is inevitable, lay back and enjoy it."
"Is it rape when you want it?" came the rejoinder.
"Decide afterward how much of it you really wanted."
Then I straddled her waist, facing backwards, and pinning her securely to the couch. I reached under her undies to massage her firm round bottom again. This girl had nice curves, meat on her bones. Her definite waist marked her as female and her legs came together in a nice taper to emphasis her globular buttocks.
In a bit I pulled her cheeks apart and pressed on the spot between her two openings. Sharon wiggled to spread her legs as much as she could, which wasn’t much since she was still laying face down on the couch with her ankles constrained by the jeans.
Then Sharon tried to kick the jeans off over her feet to give me better access. I reached quickly with one hand to grab her ponytail and pull in it until I had tension. With the other hand I put a firm smack on her bottom.
"My way. Last warning."
Sharon went limp and I let go of her hair. "No one has ever hit me before like that since my dad spanked me as a little girl."
I moved my hands back to give her waist, sides, and beautiful bottom their full attention. After a while, I rolled down her bikini briefs, and put a hand under tummy to her to lift up. She rose up enough so I could slide them to join her jeans. Then I turned slipped one knee between her legs to spread her thighs apart.
Her lips were swollen and wetness showed between them. I teased her public hair apart and then used my lightest touch to rub in a circle over her lips until her clit showed itself. Moistening a finger in my mouth I touched it to the hood of her clit and began to move in small circles again. Sharon sighed and her breathing became that of a very excited female.
"Talk to me" I commanded.
"Feels good. Oh, I like you finger on my clit. I’m tied up her and I can’t do anything but let you work my button. You’re going to make me cum, I bet, and I can’t stop you from doing anything you want. Harder, I want to feel it more. Ah, ah, damn you, do it more! Take me, force me over the edge. Don’t be so light. You a fradie-cat? Go a little harder, please."
She paused for a bit and I kept gently working using my finger like the wings of a butterfly. Girls who want heavy pressure on their clit too soon don’t cum near as hard or long as girls who are teased along to higher heights.
"I need more of it. Give me some stimulation, please. You’ve got me hot and bothered and now you’re frustrating me."
I kept going lightly for a while. "You don’t really want it bad enough yet."
"You fucker, don’t you play with me. Do it harder! I want more! Don’t you hold back you bastard, let me have it!"
Sharon began to struggle and push herself against me. Her moans became louder and her profanity increased. I was most careful to be light with my touch. As she squirmed more, I put my free hand on her tailbone and held her down so she couldn’t thrust back against my gentle fingering.
"You damn son of a bitch, you’re a mean cruel mother-fucking, cock sucking, cunt teasing, brutal bastard! Let me cum, damn it! You’re getting off on this and I want to cum so bad and you won’t do a damn thing to help! I hate you, pussy sucking, ass fucking, filthy ass-hole! Why won’t you let me cum, you prick!" Sharon was screaming. "I want to cuuummm" ended in a long wail and flailed her hands feet up and down to no avail.
I stopped rubbing and gave her ass a good smack. "Not nice to call me names when you want a favor." I got up and turned around to straddle her waist again, facing backwards.
Grabbing both ass cheeks with my hands, I spread them and leaned over to kiss between them. I dribbled a glob of spit just and watched it run through her crack into her pussy. Then I plunged two fingers into Sharon and thrust hard against her. Which each one, she gasped. I felt her tighten up against me.
Her pussy muscles started to spasm and she yelled "Don’t stop I’m almost there! Please don’t stop, please, please! Keep going lover, I need you, please do it. I’m ready, I’m ready, almost there..." The last came out in another wail.
So I stopped, the cruel mean mother fucking bastard son of a bitch that I am. Or whatever the words were that she used to described me.
"Lay still. Move and I’ll slap your ass silly." This was a gamble, but I took it because I needed to run into the bedroom for some condoms, lube, and cold cream. Note to self: Stashing some in the coffee table drawer and hope certain guests don’t find them. When I returned, Sharon’s hands weren’t over her head but were down in her crotch. Her body was moaning and shaking.
"Sharon, Sharon, Sharon. Couldn’t you wait one minute?" She turned her head and looked at me but continued to shake and moan for a while.
After she stopped, she said "Don’t worry, there’s more to cum."
"You’re right, there is more to c-o-m-e" and I reached under her to take her hands and stand her up beside the couch. The bra around her wrists was very loose now and almost slipped off. I lead her over to an overstuffed chair and bent her over the winged arm. Collecting some cushions from around the room, I made her comfortable with her feet just touching the floor.
The garage door opens into the family room. I ducked into it for a couple of bungie cords, leaving the door open so I could watch her. She readjusted the cushions so that her breasts dangled between them and the far arm of the chair.
On the far side of the chair I hooked a cord at the bottom to connect the two chair feet. Next I retied Sharon’s wrists. Finally, I hooked the bra around her wrists to the cord at the bottom of the chair and put enough tension to stretch her out and encourage her to keep her feet off the floor. There was still an easy foot of play in the bungie if she wanted to pull against it.
"Sharon, here’s your chance to back out. If you don’t like being laid out this way just say so. We can have gently loving in the missionary position if that’s what you’re comfortable with."
"This is OK. It’s kind of nice to be restrained but still able to struggle. And you’ll certainly be a better lover if you don’t act like a missionary!"
"If you don’t like what I’m doing at any time then you can use a safeword. I suggest ‘Safe-yellow’ if you me to ease up, and ‘Safe-red’ if you want to stop cold."
"That will work fine."
"Obviously, I may not be gentle all the time. Your ass is mine, babe!"
"Only ‘cause I give it to you!" she retorted.
Stepping up to Sharon, I started massaging her sides and worked down to her hips and buns, spreading her cheeks while I kneaded them. Moving my hands on down, I pulled her pussy lips apart and teased with my fingertips at the opening to her love muscle. I abandon one hand and let two fingers of other be drawn in completely. I alternated between tickling Sharon’s g-spot with a ‘come-hither’ motion and thrusting the fingers in and out to rub it firmly. When the moans came I knew this girl was ready to go again.
Then I started spanking her.
I started gently and ramped up slow. After each blow I slid my finger over her clit one, two or three times. I tried to not keep a rhythm and tried to spread the blows around in space as well as time. A pink glow spread all over her ass and thighs. Soon each swat not only caused her body to jerk but also made a cry pass her lips. They increased to definite yells without any tears.
I made sure that the pleasure from the stimulation of her clit offset the pain for her spanking. Sharon seemed to stay balanced near the edge of climax, but what she was really doing was moving back and forth across the line with mini-peeks. I soon noticed this and let her fall back a bit after each one for 10 or 15 seconds of rest. I pushed harder each time we went up the slope and was rewarded with a bigger peek each time.
I could see Sharon was getting tired and the feeling in my spanking hand told me it was time to wind things up. When I though she was close again, I rubbed hard on her clit and slapped hard on her bottom. A giant sob came and her body went into spasms of release. I continued to stimulate her.
With tears coming, Sharon whimpered, "Keep hitting!" So I smacked her hard every 5 seconds and she just kept sobbing and cuming.
Over a dozen swats landed during her climax, until suddenly she went limp. Sharon had cum hard for well over a minute. I stopped as soon as I saw she’d hit the wall. After releasing her hands I knelt beside her and stroked her hair as she came back to this universe.
"I’ve never been there before. I didn’t know it could hurt so neat. Thank you."
"Are you comfortable? If not, lay down on the couch or on the floor. I’m going to cool down your red bottom with cold cream."
Sharon moved to the couch. I kissed her lightly then sat down on the edge to do my ministrations. When the cold cream was on I lay down beside her and cuddled her, stroked her hair, and gently kiss her every now and then.
After a while I got up and fetched us each a sports drink from the refrigerator. When we finished them Sharon gave me a big mischievous smile. "Now what can I do for you where I’m not laying on my back or sitting on my bottom?"