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From: Don Winslow <dwin2001@yahoo.com>
Subject: {ASSM} "My Teacher, My Pet: The Sequel" (Part 3) (D/s, m/F, hmil, spnkng) [3/3]
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   My Teacher, My Pet -- The Sequel (D/s, m/F, humil., spnkng.) By Don
Winslow Part 3

   "Well, I guess it's time to see if this thing works, huh, Mark?" he
asked, tapping the wicked paddle on his palm.

   "Sure.I mean if you want to try it out, go ahead," the other guy
answered, feeling instantly foolish.

   But Keith wasn't paying any attention to the response from the addled
onlooker.  He was speaking as if to himself.

   "She's been a naughty girl, you know, and she knows she deserves it. 
Deserves a good, solid spanking, don't you, naughty girl?"

   "Yes, Sir." Then, after a tense pause.  "Please spank my ass," the
mortified woman whispered, lapsing into the familiar ritual words they used
whenever she was placed in such a compromising position.  The woman
shuddered in surrender.

   The hand that had been lazily caressing her skirted bottom was gone now,
and Melissa instantly tightened up in anticipation.  Keith let her wait,
leisurely stripping strip off his tee shirt.  Keith made it a point to
spank his playmate while bare-chested.  Now he set his stance, and gave
Melissa's lovely butt a gentle tap with the paddle, just to get the range.
He smiled to see her butt tighten, her hips jerk forward reflexively,
before she squirmed and settled back into place.  Slowly, he drew his hand
back in a shallow arc, and brought it slamming up to smack the presented
curves of Ms Melissa Parker's nicely vulnerable rearcheeks.

   "WHAP!" The hard smack rang out like a shot in the cavernous, and nearly
empty, storeroom sending a yelping Melissa jacking up onto her toes.

   "Yeh, not bad," Keith observed.  He hauled back, swung again, this time
sending the smooth flat blade forward with an extra snap of the wrist.

   "WHAP!  WHAP!  WHAP!" Each smack was delivered with a short, choppy
stroke, alternately slapping the left and then the right wobbling cheek
till he had the yelping girl dancing in place as her juddering rearmounds
absorbed the repeated whacks of the punishing paddle.

   "Well, whadya think, man?"

   "Cool!" This really great!" the kid babbled.  Watching the older woman
being spanked had turned him on; he was incredibly hard.

   "Bet you'd like to give it a shot, huh?"

   "Oh, wow, man!  Do you mean it?"

   "Well, maybe we an work something out How much for the paddle and all
the other stuff she bought?"

   "I dunno, maybe $50.00."

   "Fifty bucks.  Let's see ..suppose we said each shot at the naughty
girl's butt would cost you $10 a whack?  Is it worth it?"

   The porn clerk was elated, all too happy to agree to the whatever terms
were proposed for a chance like this!  Old man Sutter could take it out of
his pay.  Gladly!  Anytime!  Twice as much, if he wanted to!  This was all
so incredible, to be given a chance to actually spank this gorgeous blonde,
and knowing she not only wouldn't object.but actually seemed to want it!

   The gorgeous blonde in question stood with head sunk low between her
shoulders, breathing heavily, taking in the terms of the wicked bargain
being worked out between the males.  She tried to steel herself for what
she knew was to come, and as she straightened she felt the throbbing hurt
in her bottom and something else, a tingle of excitement in her groin.  She
squeezed her thighs together, and then grabbed hold of the bar to which she
was attached, and took a deep breath.

   Mark now took up a position behind her, and Keith with a ceremonial
flourish, handed over the paddle, and stepped back.

   Mark licked his lips.  He was sweating; practically trembling as he eyed
up the plump skirted bottom of the beautiful woman who stood stretched out
and bound before him.

   "Wait!" Keith interrupted, "remember now, only five," he warned.  "Maybe
we better make her count them out, just to be sure."

   Mark nodded and renewed his grip on the short handle he held in his
sweaty palm.  He brought his hand back and delivered a light, but stinging
tap to the nicely presented derriere.

   Whap!."One!"

   "Sir!" her lover reminded her sharply.

   "One, Sir," the submissive woman dutifully repeated, in a low, barely
audible voice.

   The young man with the paddle was grinning from ear to ear.  He ignored
his throbbing prick that pressed hard in aching readiness, to concentrate
on tightening his grip, and getting just the right swing so as to connect
squarely with his most tempting target.  He was thrilled, though his mentor
looked upon his efforts with a scowl of disappointment.  He was so wrapped
up in the task at hand that he never saw his companion's look of
disapproval.

   Two short, precise taps followed, sending the taut rearmounds jiggling,
but having no noticeable effect on the woman whose bottom absorbed the mild
punishment as she gave out with the mandated: "Two, Sir.  Three, Sir." Her
voice was calm and controlled, and that infuriated her young lover who
stood helplessly by while this guy bungled the job.

   "Go on man!  Give her something to remember you by!" he practically
yelled in exasperation.

   The sweating kid gulped down his rising excitement.  He meant to give
more strength to his swing, but at the last minute he wavered and ending up
with a half-hearted slap that glanced off Melissa'a left cheek.

   "Four, Sir," came the dutiful report.

   "Oh, man you gotta put something into it!  You know what I mean?  Whomp
her ass!  Do it!!"

   Mark, realizing it would be his last chance, re-gripped the wooden
handle and this time hauled back, took a deep breath, and swung with grim
determination.

   WHAP!

   "YEEE.ouch!" the girl shrieked, shooting up onto her toes.

   Mark turned to Keith and gleefully slapped the "high fives" extended to
him.

   Keith knew that for Melissa, having her ass warmed like this was just
the exciting preliminary.  He knew his mistress very well indeed; knew how
aroused she had become; knew she would be dripping wet even now; knew that
even the thought of being spanked would turn her on, leaving her incredibly
randy and weak in the knees.  With just the promise of peppering her butt,
Keith could easily have her begging for it.  Now he needed to complete the
job, to remind her who was in charge and show this porn guy a thing or two.

   "Not bad, man," he said to nervously grinning porn clerk.  "Now let the
master show you how it's done." He took up the paddle.  Keith was
thoroughly enjoying himself, pleased to flaunt his mastery over the older
woman, showing off in front of the guy whose growing admiration he sensed.
He would demonstrate how to show a woman who's boss, but first he had a few
adjustments to make.

   Stepping up behind the waiting blonde, he whispered to her, coaxing her
to grab the bar high overhead and climb the bottom two rungs of the ladder.
Now, with her heels hooked over a lower rung, Melissa hung down by her
outstretched arms, her pert bottom dangling down with a soft sway.  She
turned to look over her shoulder at her masterful, bare-chested lover.

   Stepping up to the hanging woman, he drew the paddle low and away to
send it arcing up in a swift uppercut.  It was a sharp, crisp slap,
punctuated with a final snap of the wrist that sent the blade forward to
make solid contact with Melissa's suspended rearend, smacking that
well-placed rump with a most satisfying SPLAT!

   At the resounding crack placed squarely across her bottom, Melissa
wiggled her way up the alder bouding up, propelled by the impact.  He gave
her a moment till she settled back down.  Then he made her extend her legs
so that her pert ass stuck straight out behind her, jutting in provocative
insolence.

   Without further ado, he hauled back and struck, sending the wicked
paddle home smartly, flattening those soft mounds with a resounding whack,
and eliciting a sharp, high-pitched squeal.  But he ignored her cries,. 
peppering Melissa's twisting bottom mercilessly.

   WHAP!  WHAP!  WHAP!  Each slap brought a tiny "Yee...ouch" as the
tormented blonde bobbed up and down on the ladder.

   He was fully into it now, spanking the gyrating woman with
determination, causing her to frantically wiggle her stinging ass, each
time she re-bounded along the ladder.  The sight of the hot, gyrating blond
squirming in her desperation, sent Keith's excitement soaring over the top,
even as the hard spanking fired the woman's passions to new and
unbelievable heights.  The punishing slaps slammed down again and again,
the muted crack of the wooden blade, meeting the wobbly mounds of flesh
through the sheer dress in measured, unrelenting cadence.

   He stopped after a final rapid flurry that left Melissa breathless and
gulping for air, as she stumbled off the ladder, but still hung on to the
overhead bar.  Then they heard it, the long wavering moan coming from deep
in the throat of the hanging woman.  Keith smiled to himself.  He knew that
passionate sound, recognized that low, lusty moan of his highly-sensual
woman.  She would be frantic to get them back to the motel, would be
tearing at this clothes even before they got through the door of their
room.

   The End

   Copyright 2001, Don Winslow Comments: dwin2001@yahoo.com More of Don
Winslow's erotic stories may be found at
https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Don_Winslow



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