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Good 'n Naughty Laura (FF, spanking)
by RosyB.Goode@super.zippo.com (Rosy B. Goode)
(c) 1996
Last weekend, Laura was away from home and mostly out of touch email-wise,
too, so I decided to write her a special story (fiction/wishful thinking
<g>)since I wasn't writing her emails. I told her it was up to her if she
wanted me to also post it or not. Here's what she wrote back:
<<<If you want to post it to a.s.s, feel free. Although the story is kind of
personal, it's so good and so loving that I think I'd feel like you were
really honoring me, and us, by posting it.>>>
So, in honor of my darling Laura, and of the special friendship we share,
here it is.........
Good 'n Naughty Laura
By Rosy B. Goode
Laura dear, how nice to see you. Come sit by me on the couch sweetie.
You've been _such_ a good girl lately, opening your sweet heart and
letting your feelings fly free. You've also been quite playful and
naughty recently. Why I hear you actually teased Joni and the rest of the
newsgroup, and I've seen with my own eyes that you are using expressions
such as <ng> these days! As all this behaviour is to be encouraged, I
have some special positive reinforcement planned for you.
Please lie across my lap and get comfortable... you're going to be here
for awhile!<ng> Mmmmmmm... that does feel nice doesn't it. Your trust in
me is such a warm glow... we'll have to see what we can do to get another
warm glow going.... Oh, you just noticed all those interesting items on
the coffee table? Yes, I thought I'd have a few things handy that we
might be needing.;-)
I begin to rub your beautiful bottom through the thin fabric of your skirt
and panties. You sigh deliciously and give a little squirm and I can feel
you relaxing even more under my firmly soothing touch. I lift my hand and
let it fall back to your sweet left cheek and then again on the right as
you moan softly. My soft hand begins a steady rise and fall, stinging
just a litte, traveling around to cover the available territory...
glorying in the feel of your sweet flesh through the smooth fabric. After
a couple of minutes of this, I stop spanking you and return to a lovely
rub, even as I sense your longing for increased sensation... all in good
time, my dear!
Unfortunately I have to be careful of my hands, which I need for so many
things and which are already beginning to show signs of wearing out on
me. Reaching across you to the coffee table I pick up Mr. Hand (a short
riding crop with a cute little padded hand for the slapper), and I begin
applying it to your naughty bottom, starting rather moderately, but
quickly increasing both pace and force, keeping you guessing as to where
it will strike next... startling you with an occasional thigh shot. As
always, watching that little hand go slapping around brings a smile to my
face, and from the little noises you are making I can sense you smiling
too. Gosh you're fun to spank.... I could do this for a looonnnnnngg
time... I think I will!<g> As I slap away you begin to squirm a bit and
it almost sounds like your little noises are taking on a pleading
quality... can it be that you want more than this?
I stop and gently draw your skirt up, revealing your panty-covered bottom,
nicely framed in blushing pink. Mmmmmmmmm!<g> Unable to resist a bit of
rubbing, I notice the increased heat beginning to rise from your dear
cheeks. I pick up my hairbrush and begin briskly swatting away at my
tempting target, concentrating on your sweet spot, but landing an
occasional blow higher or lower or off to the side... wouldn't want you to
relax _too_ much! Yes dear, I know you hate those occasional thigh shots,
but they make the rest of the spanking feel _so_ much nicer by contrast, I
always think!:-) You are doing a delicious litte wiggle, and I start
landing every fifth or sixth swat considerably harder than the others,
enjoying the cute little ensuing gasps. Finishing up with a dozen very
sharp blows, which get your feet moving a bit for the first time, I decide
it is time to allow myself to view the lovely effects of my efforts so
far.
As I reach for the waistband of your panties, you lift yourself slightly
to aid their downward progress... such a _good_ girl... and I feel you
relax even more across my ample lap, giving yourself up to me more
completely. I glory in your trust and in the warm feel of your body
pressing down on my thighs. Your sweet ass is quite a lovely shade of
pink as I firmly rub it, sweeping my hands down your legs or up your back
now and then to distribute the energy more broadly, while I consider what
to apply next. It seems a bit soon for the cherrywood or the pizza
paddle... I'm enjoying this too much to want to accelerate it too
quickly!<ng>
I decide to help you explore the difference between the hairbrush over
panties and the hairbrush on the bare. Picking it back up, I resume my
rather brisk pace with slowly increasing force, enjoying the sweet music
of your little cries and moans... making sure I occasionally strike with
enough force to lift your feet a bit. You begin to wiggle a bit more and
I wrap my left arm around your waist in a firm grip, without letting up on
your bottom. Over and over and over the hairbrush descends, as the pink
deepens and more heat rises from your throbbing stinging buns. How I
admire the way you manage, despite your squirming, to keep those buns so
loose and available... you _do_ know how to take a spanking very well
indeed, sweet friend!:^)
I ask you nicely if you can give me ten more and, when you give your
assent, ask you to please keep count, which you do so prettily, though
these are the hardest swats yet. A shiver goes through you as I turn the
brush over and scratch lightly over your hot red bottom. Putting the
brush down, I run my hands lightly over the oh so warm surface, delighting
in the heat, and you shiver again. Oh my dear, you are so very beautiful
like this and I love you so. My hands rub more firmly as you moan with
pleasure at my touch... at the warm energy flowing through you like a
river......
I think it is time to quest for even deeper sensations, and I reach for
the lovely smooth cherrywood paddle. I rub it lightly over your pulsing
flesh and enjoy your charming little wiggle. I raise my arm and hear your
sharp intake of breath... you know what is coming. I bring my arm down
sharply, undercutting your sweet spot... loving your gasp and noting the
little kick of your feet. I tell you you may kick a bit but you are _not_
to get those feet in the way, and I begin paddling you quite steadily and
sharply, not too fast. Again and again and again, that fiery kiss blazes
through you... you gasp and moan and your feet kick slightly though once
more you are taking this well... they never do quite get in my way. Your
wiggle shows signs of turning into a writhe and again I wrap my other arm
around your waist holding you close, as I continue to feed your flame.
Your cries are getting louder, and my arm is <g> getting a little tired,
so I stop and massage the burn. You are so hot now that I can feel the
heat rising from your pretty bum from a good foot away... is it my
imagination that I can even feel it on my face? You are as red as I've
ever seen you, but we are not done yet. I continue my leisurely rubbing,
loving the feel so much, reaching again to spread the energy out. Your
breathing has slowed again, as has your squirming, which has a delicious
sensual quality now.
Feeling playful, I pick up Mr. Hand one last time. It's such a good toy
for making sure every available inch gets a nice warm spot... and it's so
nice and _noisy_!<g> You are so hot and rosy by now, that I realize I'm
going to have to be both brisk and firm for you to feel this little Item
and that's just what you get. Fast and hard the little hand swats up one
side and down the other, warmth trailing in its wake like a comet's
tail... occasionally lengthening its journey to explore your thighs,
changing the quality of your song. Faster and harder, 'round and 'round,
over and over, until you can't decide whether to giggle or please and your
feet are doing _such_ a delightful little flutter!;-) This is so yummy I
manage to keep going until my poor arm is crying out for a rest, but I
land some of the hardest before I stop....
I let you rest for a moment, the cool air of the room washing over your
blazing buns like a cool breeze on a warm day in June. Suddenly one
finger trails its way gently down your sweet cheek and down the back of
your leg and then up again as an uncontrollable shiver passes through you,
and this is repeated on your other side. I stroke your darling bottom
softly with on hand while my other plays with your hair. You melt into my
lap with a moan of satisfaction... a blissful sigh of trust. You are
taking this spanking so well, Laura, and I feel the loving fire rising in
me to take you to one more height... a lovely and awesome peak of
sensation you will remember for a long time to come..... I spend a minute
placing delicate little love pats on your very rosy cheeks and then grasp
them rather firmly and jiggle a bit... I want you _very_ loose for what is
coming next... and besides, I love the way it feels!;-)
Picking up the pizza paddle I rub it's smooth cool surface over your fiery
ass... down over your sensitized thighs, as my other hand continues to
softly stroke your head... brushing your hair back from the side of your
beautiful face. I lift the paddle, and again hear that sharp intake of
breath, but still you hold yourself relaxed and ready... not flinching
from what you know is coming. How proud I am of you... of us both
really. I tell you in my sweetest voice that this is both what naughty
girls need and what good girls get, and the magic and wonder of this
mystery pierces both our hearts as this gift of powerful and loving
friendship unfolds further.
The paddle descends quickly, landing hard, full across your sweet spot.
Your groan is music to my ears as you flinch ever so briefly, but even as
an uncontrollable quiver shoots through you, you raise yourself a bit and
stay loose... what a magnificent bottom you are dearheart... what an
incredible pleasure and honor it is to top such a one as you!<blissful
sigh> Settling into a slow inexorable rythm, this lovely large paddle
swats again and again, just far enough apart so that each blast of thud
and heat and deep sting is felt as a separate incident... just far enough
apart to give you a moment to recover from that reflexive flinch and
present yourself nicely again. I am concentrating again on your beautiful
sweet spot, which this wide and lovely paddle covers so well and then
some, though I keep you guessing a bit by occasionally landing a good swat
full on one cheek or the other.
Suddenly and unexpetedly, a hard swat lands full on your right thigh and
then the left. You squeal and your feet kick rather wildly. "Laura my
sweet," I caution you, as I again grip you firmly around the waist, "Don't
you _dare_ even consider getting those feet in the way, though I do love
to watch them kick a bit." Lightening up just a trifle, I continue to
move back and forth between your two thighs as your cries increase their
intensity, and your feet do the _cutest_ little scissor-dance, but you do
indeed keep those feet low enough to not impede my progress. Such a good
girl.....
Turning my attention back to your glowing rear end, I resume my pattern of
paddling your sweet spot interspersed with occasional swats to one dear
cheek or the other. I am not hitting as hard now, but as red and hot as
you are, the sensation is powerful indeed. Your breathing is getting a
bit ragged, and I again reduce the force, while keeping the same steady
rythm. Even as I flood your senses, you are flooding mine... the musical
quality of your pretty whimpers, cries, and moans, the sight of your
gloriously red bottom, the sight and feel of your wonderful wiggling and
squirming, the sweet fragrance that is Laura... again my heart fills with
love for you... for my special friend who gifts me with such a powerful
trust... who travels with me to places we cannot go alone.
I sense you tiring and my own flame is turning to glowing embers. I
pause, rubbing the smooth paddle lightly over you and ask you if you are
ready for your last ten. You acquiesce, and I tell you that these will be
the hardest yet, and that you are to recieve them without undue wiggling
or kicking and you must count them accurately. The paddle descends fast
and hard and you gasp and then quickly count the first stroke. I wait a
few seconds for the blow to sink in, a pattern which continues throughout
the ten, which you do indeed, as I knew you would, take very well and
count nicely.
Laying the paddle down I reach to stroke your hair as I tell you how proud
I am of you for taking your spanking so very well. Then I reach for the
bottle of lovely light coconut lotion that is becoming such a nice part of
our ritual and gently smooth it over your bottom and thighs. Dearheart, I
have never seen you this red or felt such heat rising from you.
I finish with the lotion and rub your back a bit. You turn towards me,
coming into my arms, resting your head over my heart, as my arms warmly
cradle you and my hand tenderly brushes your hair back from your dear
beautiful face. I bend to kiss your forehead, and suddenly your cheeks
are wet with the gentlest and most peaceful tears you have ever shed, and
I feel my own eyes filling and overflowing, as together we water the
flowers of this strange and wonderful love we share.