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From: "Tom Thumper" <tom9211@hotmail.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} Spanking Sharon{T Thumper} (MF, spank, oral)
Date: Wed, 19 Jun 2002 10:10:08 -0400
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Spanking Sharon
by Tom Thumper


	"He just left.  I made him cry!  Arf!  Arf!"
	Brian's eyes popped open.  The clock on the
bedside table glowed 3:16 am.
	"I'm at the Hilton!  Lucky his wallet was
bigger than his prick!"
	Brian sat up and turned on the light.  His suit
was flopped over the small chair by the room's
writing desk.  His small leather suit case lay on its
side where, exhausted after a long day's travel, he
had dropped it.  All he wanted was sleep!
	"I know!  I know!  It must have been a couple
of sports socks.  I mean, if you're going to fake it,
I guess you might as well go for a two-footer!"
Coarse female laughter echoed from the other side of
Brian's door.
	"Go away!" called Brian, figuring some chick
had decided to use his door as a phone booth.  Those
fucking cell phones!
	"We're talking pinky darling!"  the voice, loud
and obnoxious as ever, continued.  "I did MEAN to be
mean, but -- well yeah, there's nothing like putting
a man in his place."
	Brian jumped out of bed, threw a white hotel
robe over his buff, thirty-something bod, and yanked
open the door.
	"I'm trying to sleep here!" he snapped.  "Why
doing you move it along, honey?"
	The words were no sooner out of his mouth when
he realized it wasn't some trollop leaning up against
one of the planters in the hallway.  The voice came
from the open door across the way, from a fellow,
very feminine, guest.
	She leaned in the entrance way of her room,
clad only in a large black t-shirt with the word
BITCH GODDESS in sparkling red letters across a buxom
set of tits, obviously free of bra.  The antenna of
her cell phone was lost in her long curly locks of
black hair.  She was still half smirking with her
full cherry lips at her last crack when her eyes
focused on Brian standing in his door way.
	"What the fuck do you want?"  Her dark eyebrows
arched mockingly, and her nose reminded Brian of a
hawk.
	Brian refused to be cowed.
	"Would you shut the door? I'm trying to sleep."
He tried to get his temper under control.  Every
hotel he stayed in had someone who didn't give a fuck
if anyone got a good night's sleep.
	"What?" she said into the phone.  "Oh, it's
some guy in a bathrobe who wants his beddy-time."
She grinned in response to something.  "Not bad.
Muscular arms and legs, probably nice abs.  But too
much of a white-bread pussy.  Yeah, pinky time
again."
	Brian gently pushed her into the room as she
laughed into the phone.  She swatted at him but
missed.
	"I'm shutting the door.  Good night," he said
with as much dignity as he could muster, and then
pulled the door shut.  He turned back to his room.
What a fucking lioness!
	"Not so fast, honey!"  The door flew open.
"Hey Sophie, this guy thinks he can shut up Sharon
Ampleby!"  She bumped her dimpled knees together and
put her hands on her cheeks in mock horror.  "I'm so
scared of the big bad pussy!  Oh, he looks all
steamed!  Gonna spank me?"  She flipped up the back
of her shirt, flashing her curvy round rump, slipped
into a lacy red thong.
	Brian blushed and glanced away.  She was
shameless and goddamned sexy as well.  Sharon snorted
and turned away, continuing her conversation at her
usual volume.
	"Just another dickless wonder.  Anyway..."
	Brian rushed back into her room, slamming the
door behind him.  He tapped the chattering Sharon on
the shoulder.  She turned with a look of exasperation
on her face.
	"I'll call you back.  Gotta deal with the
beddy-boy."  She snapped the cell shut.  "Hey little
boy, I'm trying to talk on the phone here.  Why don't
you just run along, since you're not man enough to
know how to treat a goddess like me."
	"No," growled Brian.  "I believe I know exactly
what to do with a girl like you!"  He snatched the
phone from her hand.  "You won't be needing that," he
said, tossing it onto the bed.
	"Keep your hands off my stuff!" she snarled.
	"Oh, I've tried being nice."  Brian could feel
all the resentments of the past two weeks of travel,
of airports and hotel rooms, of lousy restaurants and
boorish tourists bubbling up uncontrollably.  He
grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her over to the
twin of the chair in his room.  He  sat down and
pulled her roughly across his lap.
	"It's time you learned some manners!"
	"What!" she gasped.  "You can't do this!"
	"Oh, yes I can."  He pulled back the tail of
her shirt and smiled at her firm round bottom.  It
was really a sight to enjoy.  Her red lacy thong
plunged between her full, well muscled cheeks.  He
gently ran his hand over them, so soft, yet so firm.
	"I don't suppose you want to apologize?" he
asked, taking a deep breath.
	"How dare you touch me!"  She tried to pull
herself free, but he just pushed her head forward and
down, so her beautiful ass stuck up into the air.
	"Good."  He gave her a short sharp slap across
both cheeks, just a warm up really.  This was just
the ticket for a frustrated traveler!
	The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed around
the room.  Her flanks tightened and her knuckles
turned white as she clutched the chair in surprise.
He raised his hand high into the air, really winding
up this time.  She twisted her head and watched, her
mouth hanging open with disbelief.  Then his hand
swung down, hard as hell and solid.  The spank heard
round the world!
	"Oww!!" she screamed, twisting and pulling
pleasurably across his lap.  He held her firm.  "You
bastard.  You cock sucking bastard!!"
	"Careful Sharon," he said, watching as his
large red hand-print rose to the surface of her
generous buttocks.  "Not everyone thinks cock sucking
is a bad idea."
	"Cock sucking is for servile pussies," she
growled, her talon like red nails trying to reach his
legs.
	"You have no idea how to be nice, do you?"  He
smacked her again, just as hard as the last, across
her left cheek this time.  She screamed again, with a
mixture of pain and frustration.
	"The rooms are actually quite sound proof," he
said, letting her have one on her right cheek.  "If
you keep the door shut."
	"Stop that!" she demanded.  Her nails came
close to getting him, but he pushed her further
forward, her pubis dragging across his stiffening
cock.  Now her ass was presented to him perfectly on
the platter of his lap as she was forced to brace her
hands on the floor.
	"You've never been disciplined, have you
Sharon?"  Brian slipped a finger under the waist-band
of her thong and snapped it.
	"No one has ever touched me," she said.  "My
parents gave me everything I ever wanted!  They were
nice."  There was a strange note of pleading in her
voice.  She knew she was trapped.
	"I'll bet you were their little princess,"
Brian said, lightly running his hand over her smooth,
hand warmed, rump.  She still smelled faintly of her
perfume, snapdragons, but underneath that his
nostrils were tickled by her musky animal scent.  In
the mirror over the dresser, he could see her eyes
widen and her rose-pedal mouth hang agape.  She was
so aware of his growing cock and how helpless she
felt splayed across him.
	"How old are you, Sharon?" he asked after a
moment of squeezing her cheeks with his large hands.
	"I'm twenty-seven," she said in a hushed voice.
Her fight had deserted her.
	"Then that will be what I'll give you."  He
raised his hand.
	"No!" she cried.  "Please don't!  I'll be
quiet!  I know I was being too loud."  His hand
smacked her quivering ass, but perhaps not as hard as
his last.
	"Oww! Oww!" she writhed on his lap, getting him
stiffer and stiffer.  "Please!  I don't deserve
this," she said, drawling 'deserve' out into an
anguished plea.
	But Brian continued.  Spank after spank, he
dealt out, carefully working his way around her ass
till her bottom blushed all over, like an embarrassed
virgin.  With a mischievous grin, he spread her legs
and sprinkled slaps to her anus and pussy, thoroughly
confusing the poor girl with the pain and pleasure of
her punishment.
	Sharon hardly knew what to think.  She was
always on top, always in control.  Men were her
playthings.  They pleasured her or she broke them.
Mostly she just got what she wanted and broke them
anyway.
	What made this guy different?  He didn't take
her shit, her anger.  He just spread her across his
lap and made her take it.  She was powerless, all she
could do was--
	Sobs burst from between Sharon's lips and tears
came to her eyes.  Where was all this emotion coming
from?
	"Twenty-four...Let it all out now," said Brian.
	And with the next spank, a slap across her
swollen pussy, Sharon moaned and cried and pushed
herself up and down on Brian's lap.
	"Oh, yes, that's a good girl!"  Brian slapped
her hard across her tensing and relaxing ass.
Instead of pain and shame, Sharon was flooded with
pleasure, pain and abandon.  Pure abandon, that only
comes when you completely surrender to the feeling
and to the other.
	"Harder!" she shouted.  "Please, harder!" she
raised her ass to him in total supplication.
	With a bright red face, Brian spanked Sharon
home, reddening her bottom beyond the twenty-seven
count, losing count, urging Sharon on till she cried
out.
	Tears flowed from her eyes, but her eager mouth
called over and over again, "Yes, yes, spank me!
Spank me!"
	Each time he struck her, she became more and
more aroused.  She could barely contain herself,
spreading her legs wider so he could deliver his
punishment to her asshole and cunt.
	The spanks rained down and she felt no pain.
She was like a dolphin on his lap, riding each wave
of power until she could bare it no more.
	"Yes!" she cried and the orgasm that had been
carrying her crashed over her consciousness and
pulled her down.  She went limp like a supple length
of pussy willow across his lap.
	"Let's give you a hand," Brian panted.  He
slipped his hands under her and lifted her off his
bulging lap.  His robe was soaked with her juices, as
was her thong, now turning a dark burgundy.  He
smiled at the firmness of her boobs and the largeness
of her nipples beneath her night-shirt as he carried
her over to the bed and lay her face down.
	She groaned and tried, unsuccessfully, to roll
onto her side.  She had never done anything like
that!  Had never been treated so...wonderfully
harshly.  Already she was blushing.  She had been
begging for it at the end.  And now her panties were
sodden.  There was no way she could hide how much she
had enjoyed it.  She turned her eyes up to Brian.
What was he going to do now?  She didn't think she
could stand much more!
	Brian was trying to get a grip.  He hadn't
expected things to go so far.  He'd forced her to
orgasm!  All he wanted to do with this wet little
hottie was--
	"I'll go now," he said, running his hand
through his thick black hair.
	Sharon tried to say something but Brian cut her
off.
	"You'd better not say anything else, young
lady," said Brian in what he hoped was an
authoritarian tone.  "Spanking might seem harsh, but
it was for your own good.  It's not like I enjoyed
it."  Brian stopped.  Sharon was giving him a glassy
stare.
	He looked down.  His robe had fallen open.  His
large circumcised cock was waving a few inches from
Sharon's face -- an embarrassing flag of arousal that
Brian was powerless to lower.
	He jumped back a step and pulled his robe to.
	"Yes," he said.  "You be nice to the next guy
you're with, or," he grinned, "I'll come back and
give you another twenty-seven."
	He left before she could reply.

	*******************
	Back in his room, he quickly realized he wasn't
going to get to sleep any time soon.  All that
spanking sure got the blood pumping.  He had just
found _The Confessions of Cindy Bush_ on the porn
channel when there was a soft tapping on the door.
	"Yes?"  He clicked off the television.  Shit,
he thought, it was probably hotel security.
	"Hi," said a soft voice.  "It's me, Sharon.
May I come in?"
	Brian sat up in the bed and pulled his robe
shut.  "Okay."
	She came into the room slowly, meekly, shutting
the door behind her and then coming to the foot of
the bed, her eyes downcast.  She was in a plain white
t-shirt now, smaller than the black BITCH t-shirt she
had worn earlier.  Sitting on the bed, Brian could
see stray curls of pubic hair from under the hem.
Her dark nipples were clearly visible through the
thin cotton.  Her crossed arms revealed that she was
highly aware of her shirt's translucence.
	"Yes?"  Brian tried to hide his erection, but
it was hopeless.
	"I'm sorry to bother you again," she said, her
eyes running the length of his body but still not
meeting his eyes.  "It is just that, well, you said I
should be nice to the next man I'm with."
	"And?"  Brian tried to remain stern.
	"And, well, would you be the next man?"  She
raised her almond eyes to his.  "If I was my old self
I'd be so angry.  But," she placed a trembling hand
on Brian's exposed knee, "you've changed me.  Maybe
I'll still be a bitch in public.  But in the bedroom
I want to be a very, very good girl."
	"A good-naughty girl?" Brian asked.  Sharon had
dropped her arms, large nipples studded her t-shirt.
	She nodded.
	"Take off that shirt," said Brian.
	Sharon stood for a moment, running her hands
over her jugs, circling her nobly nipples.  Sighing
gratefully, she slipped the shirt off and cradled her
large knockers in her arms.  Her skin was olive, her
bush was jet black.
	"Turn round," he said.  "Don't worry, I'm not
going to spank you again."
	"That's all right," she said, turning and
bending over slightly, showing off her bright red
bottom.  "Even though I'm awful sore, I wouldn't
mind.  I don't want to be selfish."
	"You'll never be selfish again," said Brian.
He twirled his finger and Sharon turned back to him.
"Crawl up here."
	Sharon obeyed and as she did Brian opened his
robe to her letting his engorged dick uncoil to meet
her.
	"You're keeping me awake, you know."  He looked
down at her and ran his fingers through her curly
locks of hair.  "Luckily, the more tired I am, the
hornier I get.  But you're going to have to do
something special to make up for all this..."
	"What?"  She nuzzled his thigh with her head.
"I'm ready!"
	"You want to make me happy?" mused Brian.
	"Yes," said Sharon.
	"Really?"
	"Yes, really!" Sharon said like an impatient
school girl.  "Tell me!"
	"Then I want you to suck me.  To suck my cock."
He hefted it in his hand as he spoke.
	She jerked her head up.
	"Cock sucking!  But I've never--  It's so
dirty!"
	"That sounds like the old Sharon talking."
Brian drummed his fingers on the bedspread.  "You
didn't like spanking at first, did you?  But you
loved it in the end!"  Sharon blushed and nodded.
"Well, then get your pretty little head in my lap or
get back to your room right now."
	Sharon had sworn she'd never take a man in her
mouth.  She had always been higher and mightier than
any man she'd been with.  But Brian had tamed her,
had set a fire of lust and submission in her.  She
was his now.
	She lowered her head, letting Brian see the red
sunset of her ass sticking up behind her.
	"How do I?" she asked timidly.
	"Start out by kissing it, and don't forget the
balls," Brian said, settling back in the bed.  This
was room service.
	Sharon put her lips to the swollen skin of the
cock.  Brian groaned and Sharon was afraid he would
spew right into her face.  But he didn't.
	"It's so very big," she said, as she kissed
along the impressive length.  It was like kissing a
lovers lips: soft yet firm.  She ran her fingers
through his soft black pubic hair, squeezing his
balls.
	"Mmmm, yes," he said.  There was a bead of
clear pre-cum on his tip.  He guided his dong towards
her lips.  "Taste."
	With fear in her eyes, she extended her tongue
and took her first real taste of a man's cock.  The
salty globule slithered down her throat like a tiny
snail.  Her eyes watered as she swallowed.
	"Well?" he asked.
	"Can I try it again?"  She curled her hand
around his shaft and brought the head to her plump
lips.  God he was radiating heat!
	"Be my guest," he gasped.
	She liked how he gasped.  She liked how she
knelt between his legs on the bed, with his cock in
her face.  She loved how her ass stuck out like yet
an invitation to fuck her from behind.
	She opened her mouth wide and slipped his head
into her mouth.  So large and hard!  Slowly she
sucked on the dong, running her hand up and down his
shaft.  Cool hands on his hot cock.
	"Oh yeah, that's it!" he groaned.  "Get hungry
for it."
	And that was the thing, thought Sharon, as
another trickle of cum pulsed onto her tongue,
coating her mouth, she was hungry for it.  Cum was
salty and slimy and...delicious!
	Her mouth watered and her pussy watered and
suddenly Brian's cock was almost all the way down her
throat.  She couldn't stop sucking if she wanted to--
she was loving it!  Slurping it.  Breathing through
her nose as she deep throated the fucker.  And oh
what a fucker it must be.  She squeezed his balls and
fingered his ass.  She wanted to drink him.  Drink
all his cum!
	Her other hand was up her twat, fingering
furiously.  Stirring her clit back to orgasm yet
again.
	"Oh you naughty tramp!  That's it!  That's it!"
And at the deepest of the deepest thrusts he caught
her bobbing head and held her as he erupted his load
into her, making her gag and sob and suck and finger
herself all the harder.
	Realizing she was revving herself up, Brian
pulled his cock from her mouth, spraying her face,
twirled her around and pushed his still spurting cock
into her ass, gleefully slap fucking her tender
bottom into orgasm.
	"Oh yes, oh yes.  I'll be your horny bitch,"
she moaned, as he smacked into her again and again.
Her orgasming cunt was like an overripe peach,
enveloping his shooting zucchini.  What a salad!
What dressing!  He squeezed her melons, making her
arch her back.  he went faster and faster, pumping
his seed into her fertile pussy.
	"Ooooooh gooood!"
	"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck....FUCK!!"
	As they lay curled together afterwards, he
slapped her ass softly.  She moaned and rubbed her
battered bottom.
	"What a guy has to do to get a little shut
eye!" he chuckled, before falling off into a downy
post-sex dream.

        -fin-
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