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Subject: {ASSM} Fantasy Fulfilment chapter 8 {FF, exhib, toys, humil, spank, cons} by Alessia G
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Fantasy Fulfilment Chapter 8
By Alessia Gerini (Edited with thanks by PeeJ)
Comments will be delightfully received at Alessia@37.com or in my web-page 
guest book at http://www.angelfire.com/wa/alessia/ and I take this 
opportunity to thank anyone who wrote but to whom I didn't reply.


The usual **LEGAL** stuff about this being adult material.  Leave now if you 
are too young to read sexually explicit stuff, 16 where I live, 18 in most 
jurisdictions, some require you to be 21. Look this newsgroup's name it's 
called alt.sex.stories, alt.binaries.sex.stories or 
alt.sex.stories.moderated so these alone should warn you that the stories 
will be about sex. If you are an adult and don't like this sort of thing, 
don't read it, go elsewhere.  There are shit loads of great stuff to do on 
this planet apart from reading this.  Like, go plant some trees or stop a 
nerd from cutting one down.

Permission is hereby granted to reproduce, archive, and disseminate this 
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2) The story is not reproduced, archived, or disseminated as part of any 
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3) Should you want to post this to a web site I want that web site to link 
back to mine, but I must approve it first. Please contact me for permission. 
  I will link to your site.  This dramatically increases readers' traffic!

You're still here, huh?  Okay, I am responsible for the outrageously 
sex-ridden depravity in the story, but not for your weakness in not leaving 
well enough alone or your morals in reading past where angels fear to tread. 
  However, I am not going to track you down like a Canadian Mountie (do they 
still do that?), you'll just go blind like the rest of us who read/write 
this stuff.

With the improbable exception of myself, all the events and/or characters in 
my stories are absolutely fictitious and any resemblance to anyone or event 
is unintended and/or entirely coincidental.  Oh, yeah, I'm an Australian so 
I use Australian English, Aussie expressions, colloquialisms and the like. 
So if you don't like spellings with 'u' as in colour, tuff luck, but if you 
get stuck understanding a word or phrase, write and I'll explain, okay!
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Do yourselves a big favour and read all the earlier chapters in numerical 
order before reading this, it will make more sense. Although I do try to let 
each chapter stand on its own, I can only do this up to a point. Whatever, 
enjoy it!


If you've read the earlier parts and just need a reminder of what has 
happened previously the following may help:

Alessia, the main character, has joined a club for lesbians, where its 
members are encouraged to fulfil their sexual fantasies.  In the first three 
chapters, Angelina, the club president, on a train seduces a willing Alessia 
in a rather humorous piece and introduces her to Ingrid at the club 
'head-quarters', a coffee shop.  At their first meeting the somewhat 
mysterious Ingrid and Angelina surprise Alessia in the shop in a hot scene.  
  Then Alessia and Angelina plan Alessia's first fantasy 'mission': a flash 
in a library, which she has now completed.  Alessia's report of her 
'mission' is spread over chapters two and three.  These two chapters 
describe Alessia's sexual antics during her first mission.  Other characters 
have been Abby and Jessica who appear in chapter two and assist Alessia in a 
steamy sequence.

In Chapter 4 Alessia and Angelina go shopping buying sexy clothing, catching 
the shop assistant unawares and Alessia orgasms for the first time that day 
(Ch. 4).  They then go to buy toys, where the shop assistant is also 
pleasantly surprised and Alessia and Angelina have some erotic fun (Ch. 5).  
Then the two go to Angelina's apartment for dinner (Ch. 6).  Ingrid who, 
during the meal, saves Angelina from being raped by Alessia, cooks the 
dinner and the story continues from here, more or less.  Angelina does get 
to orgasm with some help from Alessia, notwithstanding Ingrid's efforts. In 
Chapter 7 Alessia is taken to new heights in exhibitionism and loves it but 
she now faces something mysterious from Angelina.


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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."

"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
Comments please, to Alessia@37.com I thrive on them!



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