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As soon as our last class was over on Friday we were heading back to the cabin. To say we were excited was an understatement. We had spent the week making up for lost time kissing and surreptitiously doing a little fondling but only found time to be alone for a quickie once so we were really looking forward to privacy and a weekend of exploring our newfound physical relationship. Last weekend she said she wanted the privacy so she could express herself fully when I spanked her and although no definite plans for that activity were discussed, I think we both knew her perfect ass would be the center of attention at least once more.
Along the way we sang songs and managed to rephrase the lyrics of quite a few of them to manifest our desires in veiled (and sometimes explicitly obscene) terms. At one point we had the road to ourselves and I pulled over so we could dance to a slow number on the radio. It was a very enjoyable ride and we managed to keep our hormones under control until we unloaded the car and got the cabin's heater started. One look at each other and the hell with how cold it was. Clothes went flying and we were in bed. Needless to say the sheets were ice cold but we took care of that quite well thank you.
About an hour later we came out from under the covers and decided to take a walk before it got too dark. I was thrown out of the bedroom while she dressed and then we braved the great outdoors. The sun was just setting and it was almost as lovely as the girl at my side.
We drove to town for supper and to stock up on supplies. Driving back to the cabin I couldn't help myself. The moon was rising and the music was inviting and she was irresistible and there were no other cars and talk about romantic. Try dancing under the stars and a rising moon on a deserted road and see if you don't get lucky. There was a lot of smooching and stuff going on and it suddenly became very important that we get back to the cabin.
The heater had been doing its job and it was very warm and cozy. I had prepared the wood in the fireplace so all it took was one match and it's going. We turned off the lights and she was radiant in the glow of the fire. I tried to bring her down to the couch for more kissing and the like but she put a finger to her lips to shush me and with a gentle push, plopped me onto the couch. She sat on a hassock to take her shoes and socks off. Standing up, she unsnapped her jeans and let them slide to the floor. Darn, her shirt was too long and I couldn't see all of her legs but on the other hand, what I could see was very nice and I could be patient. With a demure smile she reached behind her and let the front shirt tails hide the disclosure of her secret charms as she slowly and erotically peeled her white panties down. This was getting interesting. She turned away and went back on the hassock to finish removing the lower half of her clothes. Shucks, I was hoping for a least a little flash during this process.
On her feet again to face me as she seductively confessed to not wearing a bra. At the time I wasn't sure why she told me that. Her fingers started opening the top button of her shirt and her lack of respectable underwear would become apparent momentarily. Well, maybe not. She turned around again to hide her actions but she looked over her shoulder coyly as her arms moved slowly down the front undoing buttons along the way. Actually, this was turning out to be a very sexy way of stripping for me and I didn't mind it at all. She held the shirt open but the fireplace was the only thing that can see what was exposed. Another glance back and a giggle as she let it fall closed and with agonizing slowness, unbuttoned each sleeve. At last her hands grasped the top and peeled it off and let it drop onto the floor but what's this? More clothes? Whatever it was it barely covered her rear end and it looked like...
She turned to face me and even in the dim light of the fire I recognized our college logo and remembered where I'd seen it before. It was the nightshirt she wore to that party the night she first read about spankings. It's also the one she said she wears during one of her fantasies where it is her signal that she wants to be spanked. Now I understood her comment about not wearing a bra. This night shirt was all she was wearing, just like in her fantasy. Even after she showed me the shorts she was wearing that night she still looked very sexy and I had fantasized about her wearing that very same outfit more than a few times and here she was modeling it just for me but with a special meaning.
I got the hint and put out my hand. She stepped forward to take it and I pulled her closer and to my side. A slight tug and down she came. She was right when she said it would ride up if she bent over someone's lap but that was not enough for her fantasy friend and I agreed with him as I pulled the hem up higher. She raised her hips to facilitate the action and the entirety of my favorite target was exhibited, just waiting for some personal attention. It felt so nice and soft I couldn't resist caressing it and even giving it a few gentle squeezes. A light slap now and then as I explored this exquisitely rounded surface and then slightly harder swats with no gentle caressing. The spanking had begun.
She made the most interesting sounds. Somewhere between purring and moaning with an occasional squeak. The fire didn't give enough light to see what shade of red she was sporting but that wasn't my guide. I was following her fantasy and in it she's spanked long and hard, beyond just getting her a little turned on. She will let me know when it's time to move to the next stage and although not specifically discussed tonight, we both knew I would stop if she asked me to but that wasn't the word I expected to hear.
My swats were getting harder and her squeals were getting louder but a hard spanking is what she wanted and that's what she was going to get. I could hear her crying between spanks and it was time to lay in on. The next one hurt my hand so I could only imagine what it felt like to her but her screech as it registered gave me a good clue. Another swat, another screech, more tears. She took two more and made a very unladylike and rather vulgar request for me to cease spanking and engage in sexual intercourse with her.
Her relating this particular fantasy last weekend so impressed me (because of the night shirt which, as I said, was a favorite outfit to visualize her wearing) that I replayed it to great satisfaction in my room during the week. Therefore, (don't worry, I'll get back to the action soon) I remembered each detail. No words were spoken (until now) and I spanked hard enough to bring her to a fever pitch but we weren't done with her bottom yet. He makes her ask five times before he relents and I intended to do no less. Now back to the action.
I struck as hard as I could. Scream, tears, obscene request. That's two. Again for number three. Here goes number four. Wow, that was a loud one and it takes a few seconds but there's the request again. One final swat and I gave it all I had. This time it took almost a minute (I think. Time is relative at times like this.) before she said what she wanted me to do and this time I answered, "Yes!"
I tried to stay a step ahead of her and got my zipper down as she was scrambling to her feet but it was her hands pushing mine out of the way to reach in and free the only part of me she was interested in right then. Oh the shame of being treated like a sex object. She climbed on top of me and those very same sweet little hands guided me to heaven as she settled down and we were off. So much for the big romantic prelude. This was an athletic event where we both could win.
Because of our earlier escapades under the covers I was able to hold out while she got to the finish line first but I managed to spur her back onto the track. I was a little unkind when I got her going really good again and then stopped. She made the nicest moans as she waited for me to strip. I have to admit I didn't take the time for a slow erotic disrobing. In accordance with her fantasy I had pulled the night shirt off to get freer access to other parts during the first round so she was already naked and not being very patient. Then we went back to business. I got to the finish line first this time but she was willing to use that gentile mouth the way she did in my car last week to help me get back in shape.
By the time we both had enough (for now) the fire was almost out and it was pretty late so pajamas and night shirts be damned, we climbed into bed and fell asleep in each other's arms.
The next morning I was elected to get out of bed first, turn the heater on and find some robes for us to wear. After a quick trip to the bathroom for each of us we jumped back under the covers to keep warm. Unlike last Sunday, I wasn't letting her out of the bed until... Well, I was able to convince her that breakfast could wait an hour. And a very pleasant hour it was.
After breakfast we couldn't resist the beautiful clear day so we dressed for cold weather and out we went. She wasn't wearing any secret clothes so I got to stay and watch her cover all her lovely charms. A couple of hours on the ice with an occasional (and inevitable) snowball fight made it a very fun outing. We even did a little rolling in the snow while kissing and that sort of stuff. Given the temperature, her chastity was quite safe.
A quick stop at the cabin for lunch and then a leisurely walk in the woods. She pointed out that last time we did that we ended up back in the cabin and it was her end up in the air for our first spanking together. So romantic. Well, anyway, it was a pleasant stroll. As we walked hand in hand (or should I say glove in glove) she asked me to tell her another of my fantasies. "After all," she said, "I told you two and even added a bit to the one you told me last week so I think you owe me."
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