Fantasy Fulfilment Chapter 8
By Alessia Gerini (Edited with thanks by PeeJ)
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Fantasy Fulfilment chapter 8
Sub Title: SATURDAY NIGHT - The Punishment
{FF, Fdom, exhib, humil, spank}
"I want you and Ingrid to be good friends. You two are about
the
same
age
and are both intelligent. Furthermore, you are both lesbian and
who
knows
you
may even become much more than good friends." Angelina said.
"But what about us?" I cut in.
"Yes, a good question and you deserve a straight answer. I
do
love
you
but I am much older than you think and for selfish reasons, I
think, I
have
not
corrected some assumptions you may have made. And maybe
you
have
deliberately
blinded yourself so you could not see some things you
didn't
want
to know.
However, I do take the blame and hope you can forgive me.
"
"Oh god, Angelina what are you trying to say?"
"Ingrid is my daughter and I am probably much the same age
as
your
mother.
So I love you, but more like a daughter, not as a
long-term
partner.
Oh
Alessia, I'm sorry, you are so sweet and beautiful and
making love
with you
has
been absolutely the best – you make me feel so
young and
vibrant
again, I
couldn't resist. Oh, can you forgive me?"
I sat there stunned; she had totally floored me but I still loved
her.
I
even
felt flattered by what had she said: 'absolutely the best', but
she
hadn't
said
'It's over' or 'never again' or anything other than, maybe,
she
wanted me
to
hook up with Ingrid rather than her. I liked Ingrid, she
was
really very
nice.
I could be and was very friendly with Ingrid. She
wasn't
Angelina, but
we
could be friends – why not? It was implied, but
it's not
like
she's
ordering me to have sex with Ingrid, or not stopping loving
her.
I
realised I
was staring at her blankly and she had a worried look on her
face.
I said, "I knew there as something special between you two.
I
don't
know
what I thought but it wasn't that, and I'll love you
anyway,
although I
can see
a cloud hanging over us. You aren't Ingrid's real
mum are
you?"
"No, she is adopted - but keep that to yourself, we
never
make
a
distinction, I am her mum."
So clutching at straws, I said as kindly as I could,
"Yes,
I
shouldn't
forgive you, but I do."
"Alessia, you are a darling, I thought you would just scream
at
me
and
leave."
"I still love you Angelina, but I will spend time with Ingrid as
I
know
we
can be friends - if she still wants to after the dinner
episode."
"I will talk with her, she is a good listener and
understands
my
needs
better than I do sometimes."
"Okay so what's the bad news?" I said laughing a bit weakly.
"You won't like it after what I've just told you."
"C'mon Angelina stop stalling, of course I won't."
"I'm serious."
"Angelina, c'mon, please."
"Alright," she sighed and continued,
"Alessia I have decided on your punishment for attempting to rape
me.
I
will do it now before Ingrid returns and because she is
probably
still
angry
with you, you know that I will talk to her and she might
forgive
you.
It will be humiliating and painful. I will leave you after I
finish
with
a
post-hypnotic suggestion that I will not tell you about. You
now
have
two
choices: first, get dressed and leave the club and me, or take
what I
give
you
and hope the other members accept my punishment as sufficient.
I will
give
you
a few minutes to think about it."
So saying, she got to her feet a little unsteadily and looked down
on
me
a
little sadly, I thought.
I went to stand up, but she stopped me short, stating a little sharply,
"Stay down on the floor; you may sit on your feet
if
you
wish."
Angelina was serious and getting more so. "I
will
quickly
freshen up and
be back for your answer. Your answer will be
simply be
'I will
go' or, 'I will
submit to you and stay'. Then either you get
dressed
and
leave, or stay and
accept whatever I have decided. No
questions,
okay?"
"Yes."
Somewhat bewildered I sat on my feet and watched her go into
the
bathroom
and
close the door. To leave was unthinkable, but equally, what
on
earth was
in
store for me. Pain? I could handle some pain, but just how
much
could or
would
she inflict? A lot, I thought, cringing inside, and also
I
would have
been
given a post-hypnotic suggestion. What would that be? My
mind
raced
through
possibilities. The thought of leaving really did not
come
into
question. I
wondered about pain – my boobs were already as
sore
as
anything. Sitting
naked in front of the window I was becoming
aroused
again.
But I was thinking about being punished, about humiliation and
pain,
more
than
being exposed. What was I becoming? All this wonderful
sex
was
glorious,
exciting and way beyond anything I had expected, but was
it
changing
me? Was I
worried about the changes in me? No! Was I doing
things I
hated?
No! I loved
it all. Am I worried now? Yes, well, nervous as
hell,
anyway
– the fear
of the unknown. Will Angelina really hurt me? I
think
so, but
not physical
damage surely?
The bathroom door opened, Angelina was still naked, but god,
she
looked
good
but stern and really serious. She looked down at me
saying,
"Well,
what's
your answer?"
My stomach churned, my skin crawled in apprehension,
it
crawled
in
anticipation, my throat had gone dry, and I gulped and said
as
bravely as
I
could in a soft, quavering voice,
"I will submit to you and stay."
"Alright, I expected you would say that. I'm not
sure
that
pain's
appropriate, but it's traditional and it's humiliating. I
think
for
those two
reasons the members will accept it, but only if
it's
sufficiently
severe –
the deterrent will be in the hypnotic
suggestion.
Do you
understand me
Alessia?"
"Yes."
Angelina moved closer to me saying, "Do not look at me.
Keep
your
eyes
lowered. If you must, you may cry out or just plain cry, but
you
will
do
exactly as I say no matter what until I say I'm finished."
Her voice was soft but cool. Her feet were now a little in front
of
me.
Although I was still highly aroused, she had me frightened;
a
shiver
went
through me.
"Bend down and place your forehead on the floor at my feet."
Now trembling, I did her bidding.
"This will hurt, you understand, but I doubt you
have
ever
experienced
corporal punishment before, certainly not like this or if
you
have,
not for a
long time so ready yourself as best you can. Now push
your
head down
and
straighten your legs. I want your buttocks high up, as far
up as
you can
push.
Stand on your toes."
Slowly and gingerly I pushed my legs straight; I had to sort of
stand
on
my
head, then I stood on my toes. My butt cheeks were pointing
almost
straight
up
while my boobs hung down so I couldn't see up very well
anyway, but
I
looked
into the window and could see our reflection.
She said, "Walk your feet to me steadying yourself with your hands."
I walked on my toes a bit closer to her. I must have been
visibly
shaking
in
fear and arousal. None of this had hurt, but I was acutely
aware
of
being
exposed and it was very humiliating.
"I see you still have my present deep inside you. I will leave
it
there.
Now Alessia, I will move my fingertips over your skin
and
wherever
my
fingertips touch you your flesh will start to sting and the
longer
I touch
you
the more it will sting. Even after I stop touching it will
sting
harder
and
stronger until I say it will stop."
I could see her bend down and with one finger she gently ran it
over
the
tender
underside of my left boob up to the tip of my nipple, then the
same
on
my right
boob. I felt the tingle of her touch that I love so much, but
when
she
stood
and held me with her knees I felt a strange, prickly warmth
building
over
the
parts of me she had touched.
I felt very aroused by that feeling. Angelina looked at my butt saying,
"It's arousing you. I see a little dampness appearing here and here."
She brushed her fingertips over the lower half of my vulva,
touching
my
labia
from about halfway down, nearly to my anus. Of course,
the
vibrator
stuck out
almost in the middle of that area. I gasped, the
tingling
sensation
started
almost instantaneously. I then felt her fingertips
pressing
firmly in
the
centre of each buttock, circling outwards. This was
a
very
different
sensation, a hot, prickly, stinging feeling over
an
increasingly
large area.
She had covered the entire area upon which I
normally
sit. In the
reflection
in the window, I watched her survey the area
she had
covered. She
seemed
satisfied, but my eyes were getting a little
tearful, as
although it did
not
yet hurt a lot, it was slowly getting worse.
After a short while she covered all the same areas again. She
ran
all
four
fingers over the soft undersides of my breasts and smoothed
around
my
areolae,
softly and quickly. The stinging increased significantly
and it
was
now
painful. I did not cry out but the tears would not stop and
ran
down
my
forehead. The pain felt real, although I had figured it to
be
her
mind
controlling mine. Knowing that did not help. It was becoming
a
burning
sting.
'Shit, my boobs are burning off. Oh, god, I'm finding out
what
hell is
like,
my pussy lips feel like I've been sitting on a fire, and
my
butt
gravel
rashed,' I thought.
Angelina had let that sink in. Then again, but sparing my boobs
she
ran
her
fingertips over my butt again. I started to feel as if I was
being
whipped;
the
sting was now very acute, coming in short sharp stabbing
jolts.
This
was
serious pain and I sobbed quietly, desperately trying not to
cry out
mercy.
I
don't know if I moved. My boobs throbbed and stung like I
had
scratched
them
falling naked down a brick wall. My pussy lips puffed up
and
burned worse
than
being flicked by a wet towel. My butt! Oh, shit, I'd
been
slapped by my
mum a
few times when I was a kid, but this was unbelievable.
My
sobs were
clearly
audible now and I had started sniffing. Being upside
down
made it
harder and
worse.
Sting was a strange description for the pain I was now experiencing.
I
felt
like I was being whipped very quickly by a bunch of small
flexible
wires
or the
like. Through my tears I became aware of still being
sexually
aroused.
So
far, I had not cried out, though as the shit-awful pain
increased,
I was
having
more trouble suppressing myself. Angelina had stopped
touching me
with
her
fingers, but the pain slowly increased just as she said it
would.
Then
she
started with her fingers again. 'Oh no, not more, oh fuck no,
please
no!'
my
mind screamed at her.
She soon stopped running her fingers around my body. I started
to
feel
the
whipping sensation slow so that I could count to five between
each
whack,
but
it had become more intense and I couldn't believe that I felt
more
and
more
aroused as the seconds passed. I was now yelping at each slap,
but
I
also was
actually starting to enjoy it and I became aware that if
it
lasted
just a
little longer I would orgasm yet again. The signs were
all
there,
throbbing
breasts, dribbling pussy juice, hot flushes rushing
through
me,
albeit, in time
with the whipping. Most amazing to me though, was
at each
yelp
of pain I was
getting higher and higher erotically. I was damn
well
sexually
enjoying a
thrashing. Angelina, I think, sensed this and said to
me,
"I'm going to take out the vibrator."
Suddenly I felt a huge hole, a strange emptiness deep within me
as
it
was
removed.
She said again, "Get on your hands and knees,"
I lowered myself, jerking at each blow, and wailing at each one
too.
Then
Angelina belted me twice on each butt cheek with her hand. That
was
too
much
for me and I orgasmed fearlessly. Oh, my god, that was so good.
Angelina was
as dumbfounded as me and had held me tightly throughout
each
fantastic orgasmic
spasm. I had fallen flat on my face on the carpet only
to
spring up quickly,
off my boobs. The carpet felt like a bristly doormat on
my
sore boobs. I ended up on my side gasping, with Angelina by
me saying
something that I didn't understand.
There was a knock on the bedroom door,
"May I come in?" Ingrid called out.
Angelina quickly glanced at me and called back,
"I'm coming."
She grabbed a nightgown and wrapped it around herself as she let Ingrid in.
Ingrid audibly gasped as she saw me from behind.
"What have you done to her?" she queried.
"I punished her for trying to rape me."
"Shit, look at her bum, its as red as a Coke can and she let
you
do
that
to her?"
"Well, I told her it would be very painful and I gave her
the
choice
to
leave. I couldn't let her get away with rape could I?"
"She didn't rape you, you loved all that. I saw your face
when
I
pulled
her off you. Sure, you had to do something, but this is too
much.
Mum,
really, how could you?"
"Hey, Alessia are you okay?" Ingrid asked, kneeling down by me.
"Yeah, I'm okay, but my butt is bloody sore." I grinned
at
my
little
pun.
She smiled back, took a tissue from her bag and wiped my tears away.
"Was she very cruel?"
"No it wasn't too bad," I said. My orgasm
had
been
outrageously
intense and I was still coming down from it. My come
must
have
run out down
the front out of sight if she couldn't see it. How
come
she
didn't smell me, I
don't know.
Looking all guilty, Angelina suggested to Ingrid, "Why don't
you
two
go
clubbing or something nice like that. It's only just past nine
o'clock.
I
could fix up Alessia in a half an hour or so, what do you say?"
"Yeah, cool, your shout, okay?"
"Hey, do I get a say in this?" I said laughingly.
"Oh shit, sorry honey, do you wanna go with me?"
"Yeah, sounds super cool."
"Okay, you get her ready Mum, and I'll change into somethin' sexy."
When Ingrid had gone, I said, "Angelina please stop the stinging?"
"It'll sting for awhile Sweetie; sorry I got carried away and
hit
you
with
my hand, it's that that is hurting. I've taken the other
sting
away."
"Hell, what happened to me?"
"I'm not sure, but we'll talk about that later. What are
you
going
to
wear? Go shower and I'll see what you've got."
"Maybe something from our shopping trip?"
"Okay, maybe, I'll look."
To be continued.
Alessia Gerini Copyright 2001
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