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Get your own Free Home PageShe was on her way to a three day meeting with other college professors. After two hours of driving she stopped to pick up an old friend who was going to the same meeting. There was another three hours of travel but it would be better than driving alone. Fred was the kind of guy you drop a quarter into and he starts talking non-stop. Still he was usually more interesting that the radio. Someone had teased her about being a single woman in the car with an unmarried man for such a long trip but she laughed it off. "Fred's a nice guy but we're just friends. His chastity is safe with me."
Sure enough, as soon as he was in the car he started in on something or other. In typical Fred style, he didn't care whether his captive listener had an opinion to share or even cared about the subject. Until he mentioned the latest flap about erotica on the internet. After categorizing much of the stuff at the adult sites as nothing more than cheap pornography he had a different view of one or two story sites. He chuckled when he told her about a story called, "The Speech" by someone called Quillis. She was startled when she heard that name. She knew all about Quillis. In fact she had been corresponding with him for the better part of a year. The story he mentioned was written for her shortly after she responded to Quillis' e-mail address. She hoped her face wasn't getting too red as Fred commented on the similarities between her and the female college professor who wanted to get spanked in the story. Luckily, he was ignoring her as he went on about how he had never realized that people could spank each other just for fun and it piqued his curiosity. In a significant departure from his normal conversation, he actually asked her a question and waited for an answer. Unfortunately, his question was borderline personal. "How about you? Have you ever thought about getting spanked? Other than when you were a little girl that is. Do you think it would be exciting? Have you ever read anything like that and, as a woman, does it turn you on?"
As you can see, when he asked a question it was usually many question rolled into one breath and she wasn't sure how to respond. The real answers were , "Yes, Yes, Yes, and very Yes." but she couldn't say that to a casual friend so she tried to be non-committal. "I don't know."
He wasn't happy with just that as an answer so he probed farther, "What do you mean? You don't know if you've ever thought about getting spanked or you don't know if you've ever read anything along those lines?"
There was nothing inherently wrong with them discussing sex but she decided to stay on safe ground. "I have to admit I've read the occasional romance novel with hints that the hero spanks the heroine to their eventual mutual delight but ."
She let her sentence trail off so she wouldn't have to lie about thinking about getting spanked. The honest truth was that she thought about it often and had flirted with Quillis (via e-mail) on many occasions about how he would spank her.
Fred picked up the conversation. "Yeah, I know what you mean about those novels. The woman acts like a real brat and when the hero finally takes charge and puts her in her place she loves him for it but that's not what I'm talking about. I can't see myself being the kind of guy who thinks he can control a woman through force. Not macho enough I guess. These are somewhat different stories than that. In most of them the women want to be spanked. I'd love to meet someone like that someday. Just to see what it's like but my chances of that happening are pretty slim. What would I say to her?"
She laughed, "How about, ' Good evening my dear. Would you mind if I took you over my knee for a really good spanking?' or if you wanted to have sex with her afterwards you could say, ' I have an idea. Wouldn't it be fun if I turned your ass bright red and then whipped it with a nasty paddle before bending you over and plowing into you?' Either of those phrases might work."
She was watching the road so she didn't notice the way he looked at her. A cross between confusion and delight since those were exact quotes from one of his favorite Quillis stories. The one about a young girl submitting to various humiliating punishments by her mentor and the household staff. He was thinking, "What are the chances that she just thought of those words. Have I found another Quillis fan?"
He said, "Those might be just what I need but I could also say, 'Excuse me. I seem to have a need to punish a young girl and since you happen to be available and otherwise unoccupied.' You think my mythical spankee would go for that?"
He was watching her carefully and couldn't miss her blush. He had quoted from the same story and she knew she had been caught. With no choice but to laugh, she said, "It worked with Alice."
He smiled. The fact that his driver was that familiar with Quillis' opus just made her much more interesting. Before they knew it they were discussing the stories in greater detail and sharing which were their favorites and which ones made them a little uncomfortable. In doing so she was unconsciously giving him loads of ammunition to use against her. Not for blackmail but for her seduction. As she shared her opinions of the stories she was also giving him a good idea of her fantasies. For her part, she was seeing Fred in a different light also. Although not her ideal man he was a man and they shared a common interest. As he was imagining her over his lap she was picturing herself in the same position.
They arrived at their destination before they actually declared any intention of carrying this conversation to a physical conclusion. In the rush of registration for the hotel and the conference and the obligatory welcoming party the thoughts of spanking or being spanked were pushed to the back of their minds but not entirely forgotten.
The conversation in the car returned to her mind when she was alone in her room and she couldn't help smiling. She had found a kindred soul (of sorts) but did it have to be Fred? Her reverie was interrupted by a soft knock on her door. She knew who it was even before she opened it to let Fred in. He seemed excited and shoved some papers into her hand. "I checked the Quillis site before you picked me up and there was a new story. I only had time to print it out and forgot about it in the car but I just read it and I had to show it to you."
She glanced at the papers but he grabbed them back and flipped forward a page or two. "Never mind that part. It's just one of his long winded introductions. Start here. Better yet, read it out loud. Oh, I brought you a soda."
She accepted the drink and regained custody of the story. It was a surprise. Quillis usually let her preview his stories and she was his faithful proofreader but here was one she hadn't even heard him mention. Her normal routine when it came to reading her cyber-spanker's stories was to give them a quick glance in her office and then to print out a copy so she could study it in the privacy of her own home and appreciate his impeccable use of language to excite the intellect as well as the libido. But there was something about the way Fred brushed passed her and made himself at home that made it impossible for her to throw him out without appearing rude. She had to laugh as he pulled the chair away from the desk, turned it backward and sat with his arms over the back of it. She said, "I thought only junior high boys sat like that."
He shrugged and responded, "I never grew up and it's comfortable. Read to me."
He raised his soda can as a toast and she returned the gesture before sitting in another chair and looking down at the papers in her hand. A quick scan showed it to be about a women in a hotel room with a man who intended to spank her. She smiled at the resemblance to the present circumstances and used all her talents and training in oral interpretation to make the reading both interesting and exciting. The author would like to believe that it was his words that made it exciting but it was the gentle blush of the reader and the rapt attention of her audience that provided the electric atmosphere. Quillis' undeniably poetic prose told of how the woman yearned for a man to take her over his knee and introduce her to the joy of spanking but it was the narrator's soft and sultry voice that brought this woman to life. In the story (and in the hotel room) she spoke of her years of longing and the joy of finding an outlet in erotic literature. Each new tale she read increased her desire to live the dream and this was her chance. The man in the story (and in the hotel room) was more than willing to provide her with a firm and gentle hand applied to her aching bottom as it suffered in neglect and then in glorious discomfort. She read how the woman found herself compelled to give herself to her visitor.
Her voice was reduced to a whisper as she read what could've been the story of her own life to Fred. In the breathy quietness she told how the woman in the story lay across his lap. The man softly put his hand on her back and comforted her in her decision. He slowly moved his contact point to the delicate vulnerability of her bottom. He raised his hand and she quivered in her fright and excitement. The first spank was barely felt but it was a quiet thunderclap as the barrier of their uncertainty was broken. More followed with each one getting slightly harder as he reveled in his dream come true and she in hers.
The lady professor had to take another drink of soda before continuing. The papers in her hand were shaking and she was forced to bend over and rest her hand on her leg to steady it. He had to strain to hear her but he had already memorized the story so he didn't need to hear her words. The hypnotic sound of her soft murmuring was more than enough. She continued the story and told how the man stopped the first stage of his spanking well before it even started to sting. The woman waited breathlessly as he raised her dress and slip. She felt the first cool air on her thighs and for a moment she wandered what she was doing. Could it be that she was actually letting this man spank her? And why was she wanting him to do it? The woman chose to ignore her rational brain and quietly celebrated her good fortune as she felt his hand rest on her bottom. It had been there before but now there were only her thin panties between it and her inviting skin. Another swig of soda and she read how the man was mesmerized by the sight before him. She was not the first female he had ever seen in her underwear but never in a position like this. His hand moved with a will of its own as it lifted and came down with his first solid slap. She (the woman in the story and the woman in the hotel) jumped in surprise. His first efforts were just to get her used to the idea of getting spanked and now he was showing her that a mild sting came with the exercise. She relaxed as he spread the heat all around her upraised rear end and she was moving herself to meet its every landing.
The narrator was barely aware of anyone else in the room. Unconsciously, she moved one hand to her breast as she read how the woman being spanked lifted her body while the man pulled her panties down. The shame and unbelievable excitement of letting him bare her bottom to his eyes and hands was focused on the part of her just out of his sight but also feeling fresh air. The same could be said of the woman reading the story except she was still decently covered. The spanking she read about lasted a long time. Gentle spanks and then a few that made the woman moan. Her rear end was getting hotter by the moment and at last the heat could not be ignored by either party. She read about how the man carried the woman he just spanked to a fever pitch to the bed where he interspersed soft kisses with the removal of all her clothes. He quickly got rid of his own outer coverings and climbed into the bed where they both enjoyed the results of a well spanked woman and a very aroused man.
At this point the reader could not go on. She had woven a hypnotic trance around her and her guest. Without a word he turned his chair around and sat down again. The papers fell to the floor as she moved to and over the lap that beckoned her. Exactly as the story was read, it became real. Every move, spank and feeling was reproduced including her placement on the mattress and eventual disrobing. Fred quickly got rid of his own outer coverings and climbed into the bed where they both enjoyed the results of a well spanked woman and a very aroused man.
The next morning she picked the papers she dropped on the floor and read the first page which began, "She was on her way to a three day meeting with other college professors." and the part just before where Fred wanted her to read said, "Never mind that part. It's just one of his long winded introductions. Start here. Better yet, read it out loud. Oh, I brought you a soda."
She smiled and said to herself, "Quillis, you sly fellow. How did you know?"
A warm feeling engulfed her and she could hear him say, "Life is good."
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