The Wanderings of Amy
Copyright 2002, 2004 by EC
http://www.ecgraphicarts.com
(Warnings: Adult sex, erotic discipline, public nudity)

Chapter 16 - Paul's Secret Desire

Amy and Paul returned to Chicago greatly refreshed from their trip to 
Pennsylvania. They spent nearly three weeks with Paul's family. As had been the 
case going out, Amy and Paul took their time coming back, spending three days 
traveling along a different route.

Amy thoroughly enjoyed her time at Paul's house, in spite of the family's 
depressing living situation. She liked his relatives. She was pleased to have put a 
spark of ambition back into Julie, and to have spent time with Paul's nephew. She 
helped Julie and Paul's mother in the kitchen and learned several recipes. She also 
spent several mornings outside, making some house repairs with Paul and Julie.

The times she enjoyed the most, however, were daily afternoon trips with Paul to 
a secluded location in the forest, about 30 minutes from town. A 15-minute hike 
from the road took them to a stream that had a surprise, a small deserted beach. 
Paul explained to Amy why this was so special; it was the one secluded place he 
knew of where it was possible to spread a blanket and not have to worry about 
ticks.

Having lived in France, Paul was more open about his body than a typical person 
from the US. He enjoyed being nude outdoors. This was another attitude he 
brought back from Europe that set him apart from the conservative mentality of 
his neighbors. Amy had become used to spending large amounts of her time in the 
nude as well, but up to now the she had only been nude outdoors in front of 
Suzanne's camera lens. The time spent with Paul in the forest, relaxing for hours, 
swimming, sunbathing, eating cheese and drinking wine, gave Amy truly special 
memories of her short vacation. There were lengthy love-making sessions under 
the sun and relaxing naps that followed. There were short walks in which Amy 
and Paul looked and felt like Adam and Eve must have felt, unencumbered with 
the stress and trappings of civilization. By the time they left for Chicago they 
were deeply tanned.

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Amy took only one class that summer, an easy English requirement. To Amy's 
huge relief Burnside went to Europe on sabbatical, so there was a break from 
being spotlighted in class and from her professor's red ink.

Amy's summer was full of other activity. She had promised Suzanne her time for 
modeling, given the backlog of projects her friend had wanted to work on. 
Suzanne welcomed Amy back with a notebook containing a list of planned photo-
shoots. The photographer was pleased with her roommate's deep, even tan when 
she returned from Pennsylvania.

There were hours of studio sessions in front of Suzanne’s camera. At the end of 
June there was a trip to Nebraska and several days of shooting in a wheat field, 
with the hot summer wind whipping Amy's unprotected skin. There even was a 
photo shoot for a chain of coffee houses, in which Amy and Wendy, dressed in 
company uniforms, smiled at Suzanne's camera with their hands operating the 
company's espresso machines. Of all the photo shoots, the ad campaign was the 
toughest. Suzanne had insisted that her models learn how to use the company's 
equipment before the shoot, which meant that Amy and Wendy actually had to 
train as employees and serve real customers. As usual, Suzanne's insistence on 
realism paid off; later that year Amy saw herself and her friend on billboards and 
bus posters all over Chicago, pushing coffee on the city's consumers.

Finally, there was the editing of the essays for Suzanne's upcoming book on 
Wendy and her gambling problems. As Amy re-wrote passages from the essays, 
her own bitterness about the damage to the relationship between herself and her 
friend came out in the revisions.

Wendy's problems were the one thing that spoiled Amy's summer. Suzanne's 
dark, morbid book and its depressing subject matter weighed down on Amy, as 
did the fact that Wendy now seemed to be able to open up more to Suzanne. Amy 
was frightened by Wendy's drawings and failed to see their artistic merit. Wendy's 
quiet, sullen behavior made her unpleasant to be around. Whenever Amy tried to 
talk about something pleasant, Wendy's dark eyes looked up at her with a hostile 
expression. Amy realized that the last thing Wendy wanted to hear was how 
happy she was with Paul.

Amy continued to disburse money to Wendy out of the income from Suzanne's 
pictures. Amy wrote all of Wendy's checks and prepaid her expenses whenever 
possible. She felt uncomfortable talking to Wendy about her finances. She felt 
like she was taking care of an irresponsible teenager.

Wendy was both grateful and resentful concerning Amy's control over her life. 
She resented having to ask Amy for permission to use her own money, but at the 
same time realized that for now she had no choice. The conflict within her came 
out every time she talked to Amy.

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Suzanne wanted a male model. Suzanne's experience allowed her to size up 
people quickly and figure out how to get their images on film. Suzanne knew that 
Paul at first would be nervous about having his body documented on film, and 
went slowly. She worked on Paul by showing him previous work done with other 
male models. Then she eased him into modeling for her through a joint portrait 
session with Amy. Amy herself was not aware of what Suzanne ultimately had in 
mind when she agreed to pose with Paul for a joint portrait together. Suzanne 
moved from facial shots to standing shots with Paul and Amy fully dressed. 
Suzanne moved about the studio, as she asked Amy and Paul to start shedding 
clothing. Before they realized it Amy and Paul were nude. Suzanne ordered Paul 
to sit down and Amy to sit on his lap. She retook the portraits, then had Amy and 
Paul pose together for a long series of joint figure shots. Finally Amy stepped to 
the side, and Suzanne shot a long series of figure studies of Paul by himself. She 
experimented with the lighting and backdrops. Before either Paul or Amy realized 
what had happened, Suzanne had shot several rolls of film on Paul alone.

The next step was to develop the pictures and present the better ones to Paul and 
Amy. Paul was deeply moved seeing himself on film like this. He was hooked.

Later that week Suzanne took Amy and Paul back to her favorite forest location. 
Once again her ranger fan locked the gate behind Suzanne's vehicle, this time for 
two days in a row. Suzanne told the ranger about the progress of her upcoming 
book with Wendy. She took down his address to send him an advance copy, once 
the new publication was ready for printing.

Amy and Paul left their clothes in the minivan and walked down the trail holding 
hands, with Suzanne's cameras clicking behind them. Suzanne spent the next two 
days taking roll after roll of film of Paul and Amy together, and of each 
separately. Amy was more muscular than she had been last year and her skin was 
darker, so Suzanne was every bit as interested in Amy as she was in Paul. 
Ultimately these pictures would be included with a series of landscapes into 
Suzanne's fourth book, which she planned to call "Eden".

The following week Paul posed by himself at the studio in the art department. 
Amy stayed dressed and helped Suzanne with the lighting and equipment. Paul 
felt a strange excitement, being naked in front of two dressed women and taking 
orders. Suzanne's commanding voice thrilled him. Increasingly he felt the 
excitement of submission.

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Paul's new fascination increased dramatically when Amy told him about 
Burnside's Mardi Gras party and her tormenting of Bill. Paul surprised Amy by 
wanting to hear all the details. While making love to Amy later that night, images 
of himself in Bill's situation flashed through Paul's mind. Amy's boyfriend was 
developing a guilty fantasy. He wanted Amy to punish him. He still was thrilled 
by any opportunity to spank Amy, but he also wanted Amy to spank him as well.

A couple of nights later Paul and Amy were relaxing on Amy's bed. They were 
undressed, but had not had sex yet. Paul was on his stomach, inadvertently lying 
on a couple of Amy's textbooks, his bare bottom close to her. Amy wanted to pick 
up the books and put them away. She reached over and tugged at one of the 
books.

"Paul, move please, so I can get these off the bed."

Suddenly Paul decided to stay put and see what Amy would do.

"Paul, please move."

Amy tugged at the book and became irritable.

"Paul, move!"

Suddenly Amy slapped Paul hard on the bottom. He stayed put. Amy slapped him 
hard again, three more times.

"Paul, if you don't move, you're gonna get it!" He looked at her in anticipation. 
Suddenly Amy realized that "getting it" was precisely what Paul wanted. A thrill 
of excitement ran through her. She got up and pulled a thick belt out of her closet. 
She doubled it and swatted it through the air. Amy tried to speak with a forced 
tone of seriousness. The cracking in her voice however, as well as her expression, 
betrayed her excitement.

"OK, Paul, since you want to be that way, let's see what it takes to get you off my 
textbooks."

Paul, for the first time, felt the thrill of waiting for an erotic punishment. He knew 
that Amy was strong, having worked out with her over the last five months. This 
was going to hurt. Yet it was Paul himself who would determine when the 
punishment would end; all he had to do was roll off Amy's books. He was 
determined to stay on the books as long as he could stand it.

Amy rubbed her hand over his bottom. She studied the reddish handprints left by 
her slaps. She teasingly ran her hand between his bottom cheeks and on his thighs. 
He had a furious erection and shifted uncomfortably. Amy slipped her hand under 
him, grabbed his penis, and pushed him up slightly. His bottom was now well 
exposed for Amy's belt.

"Paul, I want you to stay like this until you decide you need to respect my books."

Again Amy ran her hand over Paul's bottom and between his bottom cheeks, now 
that Paul was raised up and his legs slightly spread. Gently she touched the backs 
of his balls. Paul now was lifted up enough that Amy easily could have pulled her 
books out from under him. However, the books were no longer the issue.

Paul was nervous and excited at the same time. His bottom tingled in anticipation 
at the soft touches of Amy's hand. She was tormenting him and he loved it. She 
began gently rubbing the belt on his unprotected bottom.

Suddenly she stepped back, measured her distance, and delivered a cruel swat to 
both of Paul's bottom cheeks. CRACK! Paul jerked from the pain but quickly 
positioned himself for the second swat of Amy's belt. CRACK! Amy hit Paul hard 
across the right bottom cheek. She moved to the other side of the bed. CRACK! 
CRACK! Amy laid two more swats on Paul's left bottom cheek. She moved back 
around and, full force, laid into Paul with three vicious swats across both bottom 
cheeks. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Paul gasped. The swats hurt more than he had anticipated. However, the intensity 
of this experience, and the feeling of submission and vulnerability, totally aroused 
him. He was so hard he could barely stand it. He desperately wanted to jump up 
and take Amy. However, he resisted that temptation. He wanted this experience to 
be even more intense.

Amy was totally aroused. She could feel the wetness building between her legs. 
She studied the pink stripes and ran her hand over Paul's bottom. She noticed his 
furious erection and desperately wanted to squeeze it to torment him. Amy knew 
better, however. There was a very good chance, if she squeezed him now, that he 
would come on the bed and spoil everything.

Suddenly Amy remembered Suzanne's paddle. She wanted to try that as well.

"Paul, are you ready to respect my books?" He looked up, his eyes wild with 
excitement. He shook his head.

"Then I'll have to teach you. Stay where you are." Paul watched Amy with 
surprise as she left the room. He was even more surprised when he came back 
with a paddle in her hand.

POP! Amy laid a sharp swat on Paul's right bottom cheek with the paddle. The 
sting contrasted with the belt swats, but laid on top of them, made them much 
more painful. Amy decided that she would give Paul 10 swats of the paddle, then 
start up again with the belt. She decided to hit him on alternate cheeks to 
concentrate the force of the swats. Lovingly she caressed Paul's bottom. Paul 
sighed nervously.

POP!...POP! Amy swatted hard. Paul shifted back and forth slightly and sighed. 
POP!...POP!...POP!...POP! Paul grunted, from a combination of pain and 
pleasure. Amy paused to look at the deepening pink color on his bottom. Where 
she had laid the belt marks were a dark pink, punctuating the light pink circles 
formed by the paddle marks. She lightly tapped his right bottom cheek and 
delivered another pair of hard swats to Paul's right side. POP!...POP! Amy shifted 
position to lay matching swats on Paul's left bottom cheek. POP!...POP! Paul's 
voice broke with a gasp. Amy could tell the sound was a combination of agony 
and arousal. She knew, because she had made noises like that plenty of times 
herself.

Amy picked up the belt again. She was determined to force Paul to get off her 
books. Paul was every bit as determined to stay over Amy's books as long as he 
could.

Amy gently caressed Paul's deep pink bottom cheeks. Again she teased him by 
gently stroking the backs of his testicles with her finger tips. She noticed that he 
was sweating and shaking slightly.

"Paul, you haven't had your birthday spanking for this year," Amy began sweetly 
as she gently caressed his bottom. "That's 19 swats with the belt. I need you to lift 
up a bit and spread your knees some more."

Paul became nervous, not sure if he could take 19 swats of the belt over the 
paddle swats. He complied, stretching himself for Amy. Amy pressed her hand in 
the middle of his back to force Paul to turn his bottom up even more. Feeling the 
cool air against his bottom hole and between his legs made Paul all too aware of 
his vulnerability.

CRACK! Amy laid the first swat at the base of Paul's right bottom cheek. Paul 
gasped. CRACK! Another swat, slightly overlapping the first, changed the color 
at the base of Paul's bottom from deep pink to reddish pink. 
CRACK!...CRACK!...CRACK!...CRACK!...CRACK!... Amy worked her way up 
Paul's right bottom cheek with full-force swats, darkening the color. Paul gasped 
and his breathing became irregular. Amy peeked between his legs. He was harder 
than ever.

The sight of her love on his elbows and knees, with his eyes closed and gasping 
from the swats, his marked bottom and furious erection, drove Amy wild with 
excitement. She changed sides. Viciously she attacked his left bottom cheek with 
the belt. 
CRACK!...CRACK!...CRACK!...CRACK!...CRACK!...CRACK!...CRACK!... 
His voice broke with the last three swats.

Full force, Amy laid the final five swats across both bottom cheeks. 
CRACK!...CRACK!...CRACK!...CRACK!...CRACK!... Paul's voice broke with 
each swat. He was covered in sweat. Amy could not stand the anticipation any 
more. She was so aroused that her voice cracked.

"Paul, get up! I don't give a shit about the books! Take me!"

Paul stood up, but pressed Amy backwards over the bed. The smell of her arousal 
hit him. Suddenly he wanted to taste her. He buried her face between her legs. 
The sensation of his kisses made her climax.

"Paul!...Oh Paul!"

Paul stood up. He was totally aroused. He wiped his mouth with his forearm and 
got on top of Amy. He kissed her. The smell of her sex still was on his face, but 
she didn't care. She grabbed his swollen bottom and squeezed hard. He entered 
her and climaxed immediately. Amy climaxed again. Paul heard her familiar 
squeaks as he continued thrusting. He still was totally aroused and stayed hard. 
He continued thrusting and finally got what he wanted, a second orgasm. Amy 
and Paul were drenched in sweat and smelled of each other's sex.

They finally calmed down and separated. They managed to get their breath back. 
Paul sat up against Amy's pillows and Amy cuddled in his arms. She fell asleep 
with his arm around her.

Paul stayed awake for a while, contemplating Amy's textbooks, which had fallen 
on the floor. His bottom, withstanding not only his weight, but also part of Amy's, 
throbbed. He would not be able to get to sleep until he could get out of a sitting 
position and relieve the pressure on his welts, but he did not want to disturb Amy.

Paul was shocked about this discovery he had made about himself. Tonight he had 
been aroused in a way he had never could have imagined before. Under any other 
circumstances he would have been totally embarrassed about letting a girlfriend 
know about this sexual desire, one that he himself was unaware of before he 
modeled for Suzanne. However, he also knew that Amy had been as excited by 
spanking him as he had been receiving her swats. He could share his soul with her 
and his secret desires.

Paul and Amy were excited by the same things. They enjoyed the same type of 
foreplay. Paul realized how lucky he was to have Amy in his life. He had found 
his soul-mate.

