## Archive-name: Melanie.v1

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Subject: ARCHIVE: Melanie (original version)

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we7206 From: jwe7206@venus.tamu.edu (EASLEY, JERRY WAYNE, JR) Newsgroups: alt.sex.bondage Subject: Melanie Message-ID: <14196@helios.TAMU.EDU> Date: 5 Apr 91 11:03:03 GMT Sender: usenet@helios.TAMU.EDU Reply-To: jwe7206@venus.tamu.edu Organization: Academic Computing Services, Texas A&M University News-Software: VAX/VMS VNEWS 1.3-4

My latest story: Melanie....

Once upon a time, there was a very beautiful, young woman named Melanie. She was about 5'6" tall with well proportioned, gorgeous legs, dark hair and blue eyes, and milky white skin. She also happened to be 35D with made her very attractive to most men and quite a few women as well.

One day, she was invited to a party and decided that she was going to break a few hearts while she was there. She put on a white, semi-sheer blouse with poofy sleeves, navy blue shorts that came down to mid-thigh, and white, opaque hose under those. She stood in front of her bedroom mirror admiring herself. She was truly gorgeous. You could barely see the straps and cups of her bra through her shirt. She applied her favorite perfume, just a touch, as she went out the door.

On the way to the party, she remembered that she had six overdue parking tickets and that the transit dept at her Univer- sity sent her mail telling her that she would be towed away the next time she parked on campus. "Oh shit, " she thought, "I better stop there on my way and see what can be done." She detoured over to the Department of Parking and ran in quickly. The receptionist was extremely rude. "I'm sorry, we don't make exceptions for anyone. You have six tickets and that comes to $265. You will have to pay $265 to clear your records." After several minutes of arguing, Melanie demanded to see the woman's boss. The receptionist got up and disappeared through a door behind her desk. She returned in a huff and said, "Mr. Boren will see you now."

Melanie went smugly through the door into the room. Her eyes swept the office noticing a couch and end table on the far wall and a chair in front of a desk directly opposite her. The man behind the desk was quite handsome, apparently buried in paper work. He didn't even look up as he said, "I'm Chris Boren, can I help you?"

"Yes," said Melanie, "I have $265 in parking tickets and there is no way I can pay them. Isn't there something that can be done?"

"No, I am sorry there isn..." Looking up briefly, Chris paused as the first thing he saw were Melanie's beautiful legs. Continuing upwards along her body did not disappoint him. This was a beautiful woman. In white stockings, no less, his favor- ite. "Come over here and sit down and we'll discuss it. Your name is Melanie, right?"

"Yes," she replied.

"Now Melanie, you realize the serious nature of what you have done?"

"Yes." Melanie sat down in front of him and crossed her legs. She couldn't keep her shorts from pulling up and revealing most of her thighs.

"Six parking tickets. $265. That's quite a bit..."

"I know. I am sorry. It just got out of hand." Melanie couldn't help but notice that he was staring rather pointedly at her white, nyloned thighs. She recrossed her legs and blushed a little. It only seemed to make him stare harder.

"Well, Melanie, here is what I can do for you. I can substitute the $265 in fines with something else..."

"What?" said Melanie.

"A spanking," said Chris.

Melanie couldn't believe her ears. A spanking? Was this guy nuts? She hadn't been spanked in her entire life and wasn't about to start now. She got and said, "Goodbye" and headed towards the door.

His voice stopped her, "Would you like to go to school here next semester, Melanie?"

"Never mind," she said, "I'll just pay you the $265."

"I'm afraid that won't due anymore. To clear your re- cord, you are simply going to have to submit to a spanking."

"No way," she said her knees beginning to shake.

"Well, you better consider another school then."

Melanie stood wracked with indecision. If she would've been more aware, she would've noticed how erect her nipples had become but she was too angry at what was going on. After several seconds of thought, she became resigned to her fate and went back and sat in the chair.

"Alright, you bastard, you win."

Chris got up and went around his desk to stand in front of her. Very slowly, he reached out a hand slid it along her white, stockinged thigh.

"You look gorgeous in white hose. How did you know they were my favorite?"

Melanie's only reply was to stiffen her body and look away. Chris continued running his hands over her legs for sever- al more minutes then said, "Get up and go stand by the couch."

Melanie stood up and crossed slowly to the couch.

"Take off your shoes." Melanie removed her flats as Chris crossed the room and sat in the middle of the couch.

"Now, Melanie, unbutton your shirt."

"Wait a fucking minute..."

"Do it, Melanie, or you'll find out what a real spanking is."

Melanie fumed. With her eyes locked on his, she unbut- toned her shirt.

"Very good. Now hold it open so I can see your breasts."

Melanie closed her eyes and held her shirt wide open. Chris lovingly caressed her breasts with his eyes, tracing the lines of her bra. God, he wanted to touch them.

"What size bra do you wear, Melanie?

"35D," she whispered.

"35D. God you're beautiful." Melanie blushed at his words her chest turning crimson.

"Unbutton your shorts."

"No, please..." Melanie whimpered.

"Melanie, don't make me tell you again."

She moved her hands down to her shorts and unbuttoned and unzipped them leaving them barely hanging on her curvaceous hips.

"Lay down across my lap."

Melanie moved forward and lay with her waist at his hips. His hand moved under her chest cupping her breasts.

"Stretch your arms out in front of you."

Melanie stretched her arms over her head grabbing on to the arm of the couch. Chris leaned over to the table and opened a drawer pulling out two lengths of thin cord. He tied her ankles together and then to the arm of the couch and then did the same with her hands. Melanie begin crying.

"Please, I don't want to do this. I'll go to another school. Please let me go."

She pulled on the cords but was tied so tightly she could barely move. Chris gently fondled her breasts saying, " It's too late for that now, Melanie." He begin to run his hands over her legs again as she lay crying quietly on his lap. Finally, he stopped.

"Now I am going to spank you. Keep track of which one were on because if I lose track, Melanie, we'll have to start over."

"Please, oh please, no...."

Melanie tried to struggle as he pulled down her shorts but to no avail. She felt him pull down her hose around the tops of her thighs and he begin to gently squeeze her nipples through her bra. She wasn't ready for the first swat and squealed out, "One!" just as the second spank hit her. "Two!" she sobbed. By the tenth one, she was sobbing uncontrollably and didn't care anymore. Fortunately, Chris didn't care whether she called them out or not. After thirty, Melanie lay on his lap exhausted with her ass burning. Chris paused.

"Please," she begged through her sobs, "isn't that enough? I promise to be good from now on."

"Not quite, there is one more thing."

Chris slid his hands slowly between her legs and very gently begin to finger her lips.

"No, I beg you, not that."

Chris slowly slid his finger inside her. It was then that Melanie noticed that she was dripping wet. He slid his finger slowly over her for several minutes then begin to gently massage her clitoris. Melanie slowly begin rubbing herself against him, her body pressing his finger further into her as small moans begin to escape her mouth. Chris picked up the pace, gently caressing her and smiling as he watched her struggle against the cords. After several minutes, a long moan escaped her lips and she arched her back gasping for breath. She went limp. Chris let her lay there gently fondling her breast for awhile. Then he untied the cords. Melanie stood up on shaky legs and swayed before him. She steadied herself then pulled up her hose and shorts and buttoned her shirt. She stared at him for several seconds, then leaned down and kissed him lightly on the lips.

"Thank you," Melanie said. She turned and left the office. Chris got up slowly and headed for the bathroom.....

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