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Get your own Free Home PageIn the cabin we doffed our coats and I got a toe-curling kiss as thanks for my fantasy. I suggested we might be more comfortable without the long underwear and there was no real need for our shirts or socks. We stopped disrobing at that point. Telling and listening to fantasies is a great turn on but the reality of cold temperatures kept our sexual appetites in check so there was no particular sense of urgency. However, making out with a minimally clad girl is a joy unto itself and things were moving along splendidly. The sun was reflecting off her hair and between smooches she asked if she could add a bit to my story. I agreed and with her narrative interrupted from time to time which I will not relate, she begin.
"We go out on a date only to discover we really don't have much in common. You're just too lower class and your idea of a fun night is drinking beer and watching mud wrestling."
I, of course, defended my character (or my character's character) but what could you expect from a snooty dame like her.
She ignored my protest and continued, "The evening was a disaster and I can't wait to get back to my dorm. However, in spite of my best efforts I can't get that afternoon we spent together out of my mind so a few days later I take a chance and show up at your apartment. You are surprised to see me and I am ashamed to be there but I can't help myself. I can hardly speak as I ask if you would accept my apologies for the way I acted towards you on our date. Before you can answer I offer to clean the place up as atonement. You say it's not necessary but I insist and with shaky voice add that I would be willing to wear the same maid's outfit. You invite me in and close the door. I head towards the bathroom but you stop me and demand I strip down to my underwear in front of you. I don't argue and with my head bent in humiliation, I remove my outer clothes. I force a proud stance and endure your perusal."
"You comment, 'Very nice now get to work. You know where the cleaning supplies are.' I nod and go about my duties. I am bending as you ordered last time whenever I can and my glances towards your crotch show my enterprise having the desired effect. My own lower parts have been in a state of excitement since I knocked on your door and I wonder how long you will be able to hold out. The dusting is completed and I ask if there are dishes to be washed. You smile and leave the room for a moment. I hear you call from the kitchen and see only one object in the sink. It is one of the two pots I washed last time. It is clean and obviously just put there for my benefit. In seconds it's rinsed and dried and I put it away. As expected, you finally touch me. My head is spinning but propriety demands I protest this intimacy. You laugh and ask if this wasn't what I came for. I must be truthful but words are impossible so I nod and push back into you."
"You are not satisfied with my non-verbal response. Your hand moves away and returns with a sharp spank as you demand an answer. I stay in my vulnerable position as you add more swats and eventually get me to admit I not only wanted to feel your hands on me but I want to be your slave. You allow me to rise and lead me back to the living room where you ask if I'm going to remove the rest of my clothes now or do you need to take stronger action first. I tell you I am prepared to do whatever you desire of me and take a deep breath as I add that since I am a slave, any punishments I receive are at your discretion whether I deserve them or not. It's as close as I can come to asking for what I really want. Luckily, you get the hint and my heart is pounding as you sentence me to a good spanking for no other reason than you want to see my rear end bright red before you take other delights in my body (and you emphasize the word 'in') but first I will be nude. I hurriedly throw my bra to the floor and yank my panties off. The anticipation coupled with dread is delicious as I wait for instructions. You beckon and I present myself into your hands and over your knee. My bottom is nervously waiting while you are more concerned with verification of my arousal. My legs are open and you are driving me crazy. Before I realize what's happening my presently pale skin starts it's journey towards incandescence. It's not a pleasant road but each swat increases the conflagration burning a few inches away."
"The spanking lasts forever but ends almost too soon and you are preparing me for what I need more than anything. My knees are too weak to stay straight as you position me as you did last time. I am begging for penetration as you take your clothes off. You fill me and my legs give out. You are not to be denied but are willing to let me lie on my back as you take your slave in a manner pleasing to you and most especially pleasing to her. I come time and time again until you're finished. After a brief rest you take your horny slave into the bedroom for a night she'll never forget."
I applauded her recital and said, "Wow."
There was no stopping us now as the last of our clothes went flying and we attacked each other in a sexual frenzy.
After supper we snuggled up by the fire and without doing anything blatantly sexual, were have a very good time. As the evening wore on our activities became a bit more intimate and she wanted to tell me another fantasy. To make it more realistic she wanted me to refrain from touching her or myself till she was finished. An unusual request but I agreed. She gazed at me with sparkling eyes as she asked me to wait, scurried to the bedroom and returned with one of the bathrobe ties. She added one more condition to her telling me her fantasy as explanation of her trip. She liked this one so much when she was thinking up the details that she was unable to keep her hands away from, well, away. Therefore, she wanted me to tie her hands behind her during the tale and (adding a little shyly) keep her like that afterwards.
I pointed out that if this story was half as good as she made it out to be I might suggest she be prepared for 'afterwards' right now. She got my drift and in a thrice was standing naked with her hands behind her back for my demonstration of knot tying. She sat in an easy chair facing me. Just looking at her was enough to bring the dead to life and it wasn't going to be easy to limit myself to listening but I was game to try.
She took a breath and started.
[***** INTERRUPT BY THE AUTHOR: The story she tells is quite long and I felt it was good enough to stand on its own. If you want to read it see "An Evening in the Lounge". Now we get back to our regularly scheduled story and you may assume she has aroused herself and her boyfriend during her narration. *****]
She had pulled against the ties a number of times while she gave her account and was perspiring profusely. I was more manly and was sweating up a storm as I ripped my clothes off and carried my fettered friend to the bed. You can put a girl bound that way in a number of interesting positions and I think we tried them all. Needless to say, some of them put her perfect ass within striking range and I took full advantage of that. We had no trouble going to sleep two hours later.
The next morning greeted us with a gloomy, overcast sky so we stayed in bed which was anything but gloomy. A leisurely breakfast some time later and a quiet outing. The ground was covered with a fresh blanket of snow so skating was out of the question. We didn't stay out long because of a snowball fight which progressed to her putting snow down my back.
I tackled and subdued my attacker. A kiss or two and I decreed such unprovoked aggression should not go unpunished. I dragged (with giggling assistance) my conquered foe to a thermometer and pointed out how warm it felt now that the temperature had risen to a balmy 29 degrees. I sat on a snow covered bench and put the vanquished in one of her favorite positions. Pants and long undies pulled down slightly and a dozen swats administered. I was hitting the poor innocent cotton panties so I don't know what she was complaining about. Penance paid, we sought the warmth and comfort of the cabin.
My pants had gotten wet sitting in the snow and her panties were wet for quite a different, albeit related, reason. In the interest of safety (we didn't want to catch cold) the wet clothes were quickly removed and I was prepared for some basic physical interaction. My little friend had other ideas and I watched the most adorable bottom peeking out from her shirt but retreating to the bedroom. I followed but was met by a closing door and the admonition to stay out. Slightly deflated (ego and other places) but buoyed by curiosity of what she had in mind I waited. The door opened a crack as a dry pair of my pants came flying out with the request that I put them on. More deflation but even more curious. I relocated to the sofa. She appeared wearing a dress and holding her hands behind her back. Oh goody, I like surprises. She stood a few feet from me and explained.
"I want to act out a fantasy." I nodded and asked what it was. "In a way its like the one you told last weekend. I've gotten caught cheating on a test and the professor has given me the choice of failing the class or taking my punishment in his office. I can't fail this class so I have no choice but to report for the spanking he has promised. He has made it quite clear that it will be one I'm going to remember for a long time and I am petrified but resolute when I arrive. Here's where you come in. I want you to be the professor." I accepted the role and asked what she was hiding behind her back. For the first time since she began her description she blushed and looked down. "I won't ask if you think I'm perverted cause I already know your answer but I want you to make it as real as I imagine my professor would do. You've shown yourself quite capable of spanking me to tears and now I want you to take me further. I don't think I'm into pain as a fun way to spend the afternoon but an ass on fire after a hard spanking and during it for that matter, is different. I want you to use this." She held out a wooden ruler in one hand and some old (and very ugly ties) dangled from the fingers of the other. "He has assured me I won't be able to prevent trying to cover my rear and intends to tie my hands together. If it gets to be too much I'll say stop but I've got to know how much I can take. Will you do it?"
I did not answer directly but walked past her on my way to the table where I sat and said, "This will do for a desk. Come in young lady." She meekly reported to me and I took possession of the ruler and ties before starting a scathing lecture on student responsibility, morals, honesty, etc. She looked ashamed and contrite. I told her she would pay dearly for her lapse in judgment and ordered her to bend over the table. She positioned herself and grasped the far edge. I decided against binding her hands together and used the ties to secure each one to a table leg. I wondered if this was what she intended when she held out four ties. Too many for her suggestion but plenty for me to use on hands and ankles as they were pulled apart and held that way by attachment to the other two table legs. She was properly prepared for the kind of punishment she asked for but a quiet voice mentioned that the edge of the table was digging into her pelvis. I did some adjustments and placed a pillow between her and the table and re- tightened the bonds. I had the foresight to raise the front of her dress during this interlude so the back hem would be well clear of the target when I raised it. Sure enough, it worked out just as I planned but I had forgotten to consider the panties. Actually I didn't consider them because the one's she had been wearing were on the floor by the sofa and I didn't expect to see another pair on her so soon. She asked if I (actually she said the professor) would spank her to tears and then bare her bottom for the real punishment. (Shades of her fantasy about the man spanking her in the special room.) That didn't solve my problem till she told me they were an old pair and I could either rip or cut them off when the time came. With all that settled, there was nothing to do but swat so I did. And I did. And I did.
Well, after a lot of swats I dispersed some more lecture type comments between slaps (which were getting harder and harder). I think she held out as long as she could before actually crying continuously which is not to say she was quiet up to that point. She jumped with the slightest touch and I used my trusty pen knife to cut the sides of her panties and they fell to the floor. I took the ruler around to her head and made her look at it as I asked if she would ever cheat again. She swore she had learned her lesson and promised to study religiously every night. I told her I was happy she saw the light and was sure she would appreciate my taking a little more time to make sure she remembered her new-found values. She pleaded woefully for me to spare her but I was resolved to finish what she started. I'm glad we had a lot of privacy because that girl could scream and scream she did. After a number of strokes she was sobbing incoherently and it was time to move to another aspect of her punishment.
I left her where she was for a while and when she could speak in normal sentences she once again declared her apologies and promises for better study habits. I positioned myself at her head and freed my hard throbbing manhood.
I told her I expected to be thanked for my efforts. She opened her mouth but couldn't reach her goal due to the way she was tied. I thanked her for trying and announced I would find satisfaction elsewhere. Back to her other end and I put my hand where no stern older professor should touch an achingly young and innocent student. Making sure she was properly humiliated for getting so wet during what was supposed to be punishment was part of my plan. The next part was using that wetness to our mutual advantage. She told me later that it really hurt each time I slammed against her battered ass but it only added to her climb to ecstasy.
I decided to leave her firmly attached to the table while I sat in a chair to rest and watch her. Her bottom showed signs of distress so I applied a little topical lotion to soothe it and she purred her thanks but I refrained from giving her freedom. It was lunch time so I made some sandwiches and sat close to her head so I could feed her. Drinking required a straw but the cabin was thusly equipped and we both ate our fill. Before cleaning up I paid a visit to where she was still slightly wet and stayed long enough to get her very much in the mood for more. She moaned a bit when I left her wants unfulfilled and put the kitchen to rights but I hadn't put myself back in my pants and she could see I wasn't going to wait for too much time to pass before I took her again. I didn't. She liked it and so did I. Now I released her and she fell into my arms.
Her bottom was still rather sore to sit on so she lay across my lap on the sofa and let me soothe it as we told each other sweet nothings till it was time to pack and head back to campus. I commandeered the pillow from the table and she sat on it during the ride back. All in all, it was a very nice weekend.
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