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Author: Alessia Gerini
Title: Fantasy Fulfillment
Part: Chapter 8 of 15
Summary: Angelina exhibits and spanks Alessia as punishment.
Keywords: FdomF, exhib, humil, spank
Editor: Pee J with gratitude
Copyright: Alessia Gerini (c) 2001
Email: alessia@37NOBULL.com (Delete NOBULL)
Website 1: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/alessia/www/
Website 2: http://www.angelfire.com/jazz/alessia.gerini/
Comments: will be delightfully received at Alessi@37NOBULL.com (Delete
NOBULL) or in my guest book at Alessia's web pages as above.
Kids, the politicians your parents elected think you don't need sex in your
lives until you're an adult. They think your ignorance of things sexual is
your bliss. Some religious or cultural mores preclude some adults from
reading sexually explicit material. This is sexually explicit material: It
is also a fantasy. No small furry animals were hurt during the writing
process only large ones. Some vegetables were eaten though, so apologies go
out to vegetarians. I only take responsibility for my ethics not yours. So,
y'all, if you will read and enjoy.
~~'~~,~~<@
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. Can you, will 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 injury 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 pussy, touching my
labia lips 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
areolas, 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 but then I knew I would be totally aroused
through all of this.
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. My poor pussy had dribbled my nectar and it
flowed into and around my pubs.
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,
cane 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 severaal times 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. May be she could, I had come everywhere near my pussy , my aroma
was obvious even to me. I was embarressed and felt humiliated. Looking at
myself I could see pussy juice oozing over my thigh; my pussy still hot. I
was still hot.
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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