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Subject: {ASSM} Notes (cont'd) (F/M spank), by Ed Rider.
Date: Sat, 20 Jan 2001 19:10:05 -0500
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* Disclaimer: The following piece is a work of pornography. Because    *
* the characters in it do not have to deal with the consequences of    *
* their actions, they put themselves in situations that are            *
* undesirable in real life. The primary intent of this text is to      *
* sexually arouse the reader. If this makes you uncomfortable, or if   *
* you are 19.5 years of age or younger, please stop reading now.       *

Notes
by Ed Rider

"I'm naked and wet, just waiting for the next time I get to spank your
cute little ass..."

I was breathing heavily. Was Christine getting spanked? I had no idea
she was so naughty. My balls were full as I stroked my cock. With
aching pleasure I exploded and spurted my jizz all over myself.

Life continued. I couldn't just confront Christine about this. So I
went on with ordinary stuff. Our relationship was good, it was built
on much stronger stuff than sex.

Then one day I was working out in the garden and I felt a pair of eyes
watching me. I stood up and turned around. Across the rosebushes, Pam
was staring at me out a side window. I looked around, but stood
frozen in her gaze. It was like she was measuring me up. Then she
held up her hand and gestured to me. Her lips mouthed: "come."

Guiltily I hurried over to her front door. It was open. Transfixed, I
walked through her house. I found myself in her bedroom. Pam was
seated on the edge of the bed. She was wearing a skintight leather
bikini. I had never seen such a thing in real life. In her right hand
she held a red ping pong paddle, and she patted her lap with her left.

Now I was going to get what I deserved.

I walked over to her, it was like I was in a dream. "Take off all your
clothes," she ordered. Slowly I started to strip.

I guess I knew what was going to happen to me. It was almost like I
had done it before, even though I knew I hadn't. It felt completely
natural to lie down across her lap. Her legs were bare and very
athletic.

She scooted back on the bed a bit, finding a comfortable position
that would keep me on her lap. Then she grabbed my right arm and
pulled it behind me, pressing it against my back. I could feel her
rubbing the paddle against my bottom.

"You're easier than your wife," she said.

Smack! Before I could even think about what she meant, she brought the
paddle down hard on my bare ass. Ow! The first one stung, but mostly
from surprise. Then she smacked me with it a few more times,
alternating cheeks.

"Do you like that, boy?" she demanded.

"Uh... yes... yes, Ma'am." I don't know why I called her Ma'am, it
just seemed right.

She continued with the spanking. It felt like she was hitting me about
as hard as she could, it really stung. After about fifteen good swats,
she put the paddle down on my back, and started rubbing my butt with
her hand.

It felt really good to have her rub me where it was sore. She caressed
me a bit, then spanked me lightly with her hand, then went back to
rubbing. It was driving me crazy, I started to get hard, my stiffening
cock pressed up against her inner thigh. All the while she kept a
tight grip on my arm with her free hand.

"My... we're warming up nicely," she said. "and from the pressure on
my leg, I can feel that you're almost ready for me. Are you ready for
me, boy?"

"Yes, yes Ma'am," I replied enthusiastically.

She picked up the paddle. "I'm not done spanking you yet. Do you know
why I'm spanking you, boy?"

"No Ma'am." It hadn't occured to me to wonder why.

"Because..." she explained. "You and your horny little wife go to
sleep together in the same bed every night, and you almost never fuck.
Did you know that your wife loves to fuck, boy?"

"No Ma'am... no I didn't." I thought of Christine, and it made me
momentarily guilty, but then I thought about her late night phone
conversation with Pam, and it only served to make me hornier. What
did the two of them talk about, and what had Pam found out? My cock
felt uncomfortably confined between Pam's thighs.

"Well, she does. She likes to fuck a lot." She paused, somewhat
thoughtfull. "I think ten more of my best ought to do it for this
session. Count them off."

She spanked me, and after a couple, they really started to hurt bad,
but I was too horny to care. My ass was as red as the paddle, I'm
sure.

"Eight," I said. "Thank you Ma'am."

Whap!!

"Ow! Nine."

Smack!@!

"Ten. Thank you Ma'am."

My ass was on fire. Pam let me off her lap, and I got to my feet,
rubbing my scorched bottom. She looked up at me with a smile, and
then leaned back on the bed.

"I think you've earned a treat," she told me. I just stood there
dumbly.

She reached down and ran a finger up her thigh. I followed it
hungrily with my eyes. Then she delicately unclasped the bikini shorts
and in a quick motion slipped them off.

Her pussy was one of the prettiest I've ever seen, small lips topped
with a mound of blonde fur. She lay back sensually on the bed and
slightly spread her legs. I stepped towards her, my cock pointing
straight out.

"Get down on your knees," she said sharply. "Use your tongue on me."

I obeyed, kneeling on the floor, and pushing my face into her crotch.
She cooed and grabbed my hair, pulling me in. I made a tentative
lick on her lips, and she shivered.

"Lick me, dammit," she hissed through her teeth. I went to work.

Her cunt was very moist from having me over her knees. I stuck my
tongue in and I could taste her juices. She squirmed, and I started
criss-crossing my tongue over her lips, licking up and down and back
and forth.

When I found her clit she let out a long moan. She was definitely not
a quiet woman. As I licked in little circles around her clit, and
sucked it, she let out little cries of delight. I went back to
sticking my tongue into her slit, and she ground her pussy into my
face.

I was almost to the bursting point by then. As I nuzzled and slurped
up her wet honeypot, my hand went to my cock and I started jacking
it. All of a sudden her eyes went open and she cuffed me on the back
of the head.

"No! No playing with your cock, boy... not until you've serviced me
properly."

I reluctantly took my hands off my cock, and she pulled me up onto the
bed with her. We lay there end to end, my face buried in her juicy
crotch. My stiff dick was held captive against her quilt. She gripped
my hands tightly so I couldn't stroke myself.

I licked and sucked her pussy. She just kept pushing herself against
my lips, and I tongued her for all I was worth, bringing her higher
and higher with each little suckle.

It seemed like an hour passed before she finally permitted me to
stop. My jaw was sore from the work. She had come at least twice; the
first was so loud I thought the neighbors might hear it. The second
she just mewed and almost crushed my hands in her grip.

I was lost in her scent, almost forgetting my own desire. My cock
leaked little drops of precum onto her bed. I humped her bed a little,
but mostly I just ate her out.

She tapped me gently on the head, and inched back. She sighed. "You
may stop now. That was lovely, boy."

I pulled my face from between her legs, and knelt on the bed. She
sat up and looked me in the eye, still holding onto my hands.

"So tell me, boy, does your enthusiastic cunt licking me that you
will follow my commands from now on?"

I looked into her seemingly-innocent blue eyes and was captivated. I
also wanted more than anything to cum by then. She grabbed my cock
in one hand and stroked it gently.

"Yes Ma'am."

"Good, good..." she purred. Her stroking of my swollen member
increased its intensity. "You'll do whatever I say?"

"I'll do whatever you say, Ma'am." At that point, my words were
almost turning to mush in my mouth.

She reached behind her and grabbed her pillow, putting it between my
legs. Then she pressed my cock against it, and continued her
heavenly rubbing. I was ready to cum, and she knew it. She roughly
kneaded the head of my cock with her hands.

"You may cum now," she whispered. She took her hands away from their
stroking, and draped them on my shoulders, like she was going to
kiss me, but didn't.

My hands went immediately to my cock, and I jacked it off for all
I was worth. Almost as soon as I touched it, I had a shuddering orgasm
that jolted my entire body. I didn't know I could spurt cum that hard,
it splatted against Pam's tight stomach and dripped all over her
pillow.

I was exhausted, and I slumped into Pam's hugging embrace.

"What a good boy," she said. She got up off the bed and opened her
dresser to find some regular clothes to change into. I got up somewhat
hesitantly, and started to put on my clothes.

Pam didn't say anything as we got dressed, but when I went to leave
she stopped me.

"Next time boy, I may let you cum with me," she said. "But only if
you're a very good boy."

I nodded silently. She picked up an envelope from off her dresser and
handed it to me. "Here is your assignment for the next couple of days.
The next time you are in my bedroom, I expect for you to have
completed it."

"Yes Ma'am." I slipped the note into my pocket and let myself out. My
head was swimming. By the time I got to my front door, I had somewhat
sorted it out, down to one little fact that made me tingle.

Pam was my Mistress now, and Christine's too.

end?

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