by Susan Sass
"Funny you say that..." piped in Leanne, who trailed off, making me look up and shoot wary glances at first one woman then the other. When a woman makes you food and wants something, either someone is going to have a great day, be miserable for a week, or go broke. Running over a mental checklist in my head, I decided the odds were against going broke, so I continued to eat while glancing at Rachel every once in a while, trying to figure out what exactly she wanted. After I had finished enough breakfast to curb my hunger I set down my fork and looked at Rachel.
"So...," I started slowly, dragging the word out, then cleared my throat and continued more confidently, "A favor? I can't make any promises, but I'll try. What is it?"
Instead of answering, Rachel just kept staring at the ground, shifting her feet back and forth. Beyond confused, I looked at Leanne who was giving Rachel an equally exasperated look. "Fine!" said Leanne with an annoyed sigh. She turned and looked me in the eye, "Rachel wants you to spank her."
With a mortified expression on her face Rachel looked up as I grunted a laugh, then she quickly returned to staring at the ground. "But," she chirped quickly, "In private. I mean, later with the others, but I've never been spanked," she stuttered on the word, "Before. So, well, you know..." she let the rest of the sentence drop off.
Nodding my understanding I turned to Leanne. "I'm sorry for the inconvenience Leanne, but would you mind doing my dishes this morning? It seems I'll be a bit preoccupied."
"Not at all," said Leanne with a smile as she walked over and grabbed the tray. Turning on her heel she walked across the room and left, closing the door firmly behind her.
For a long moment I just watched Rachel stand there. It was a really interesting cycle to witness, first she would shift her feet, then glance up at me and turn beet red, then look back down and slowly rock back and forth as she returned to her normal color, then it would start over again. As amusing as I found it, I knew she was practically dying of anticipation.
Throwing the covers back, I rolled out of bed and stood up. I moved slowly towards her, and the closer I got, the redder her face turned. Finally standing in front of her and feeling rather playful, I reached up and flicked her on the tip of her nose. She was so startled she nearly lost her balance and fell over. Laughing, I tried to calm her down a bit, "Relax, try not to be so serious. It's just a little spanking." She nodded but continued to look like a death row prisoner.
Sighing, I grabbed her hand and pulled her forward, bending her over the foot of my bed. She peeked back over her shoulder, looking slightly confused. "If there's more than one way to skin a cat, then there's got to be a thousand ways to tan a hide," I said. As Rachel bent over I got my first good look at her firm backside, perfect for a good spanking. "Spread your legs more," I instructed her. I could see her blush as her legs moved slightly more than shoulder length apart. I reached my hand out and ran it up and down her firm cheeks, then without warning brought my hand down moderately hard. Rachel gasped and her back arched, but she stayed bent over and in position. Rubbing firmly where I had just swatted, I then brought my hand down again on the other cheek and got a similar response. I was determined to make this as pleasurable a first spanking as any woman had ever got, so I went slowly and rubbed her stinging bottom after every sJoeyk. A firm swat on one cheek, rub, then switch sides and back again, trying to slowly increase the heat.
After the initial swats Rachel had gone silent, and at first nothing happened, she was completely still, but after a while I started to notice that her bottom would inch up to meet my spanks. It wasn't much, but I was satisfied. I started to bring down slightly harder swats, making her gasp, and my rubbing hand wandered considerably farther, roaming up and down her wonderfully full backside. Not going anywhere inappropriate yet, but definitely starting to get suggestive. After a few minutes of this kind of treatment Rachel was moaning into my mattress and pushing her bottom up as high as it would go to meet my flat palm as it came down time and again.
Judging it to be about time to intensify things a little bit, I grabbed the waistband of her black pants, but the moment I started to pull them down she bolted upright and reached back to keep them up. "Rachel," I sighed, "the pants are coming down. Period. That's the rule. If you let go now, I'll let it slip this time. If not, this fun little spanking I'm planning could turn into an issue of discipline. Now let go." Hesitantly her fingers went lax and I peeled her pants down to her ankles, then had her step out of them. "Good," I said cheerily, "Shall we resume?" Rachel slowly nodded, her face beet red with embarrassment from having me remove her pants like a child. "Then assume the position."
When she was bent back over I saw something that made me laugh out loud. On the backside of her orange panties, written in glitter, was the word 'Naughty'. Still laughing I said, "I was just going to let you slide with a spanking over your panties, but seeing the severity of the situation, I think they'll need to come down." I gave her five firm swats on both cheeks, each one making her jump and yelp. I rubbed my palm up and down her stinging bottom, then ran my hand down between her legs for the first time, making her jump even higher. "Now," I said slowly, "The panties come down. Stand up," I said.
She did as asked, turning to me, but her face was flushed with embarrassment and she wouldn't meet my eyes. Reaching out, I hooked a thumb into either side of her waistband, then slowly sunk to my knees in front of her to savor the moment. My fingers stroked her velvety soft skin as I waited to bring them down, building the tension. Then, ever so slowly, I started to pull them down.
I caressed every inch of skin as it was exposed. From the middle of her back and around to under her naval, I circled her entire body with my roaming hands, barely grazing her, teasing her sensitive skin with light strokes and sending shivers through her body. The way her body responded to my touch enhanced my own excitement further. The very idea that the slightest of touches could make this stunning woman putty in my hands was intoxicating.
She started to tremble as I neared exposing her most secret place, and the closer I got, the harder she trembled. I slowed even further as I reached my goal, enjoying every second of baring this beautiful woman to her rapt audience of one. After an eternity of waiting and building my hunger for her, I finally got my first look at her. Hairless and completely untouched.
'A virgin?' I thought to myself, 'I'll need to start fairly vanilla with this one.' Then I contemplated for a moment as I studied her perfect body, 'But from what I can see she's obviously aroused by this sort of thing already.'
It was true. Taking a deep breath I could smell her excitement and when I looked closely I could see her glistening with moisture, inviting me to forget the rest of the spanking and simply take her then and there. My hands continued their journey down her legs, taking her panties with them, caressing her tenderly as I finished divesting her of her last piece of armor. She was still trembling as I had her step out of her panties, then before I stood back up, I blew a constant steady stream of cool air onto her exposed slit, nearly causing her knees to buckle.
Smiling at the effect I was having on her, I stood back up. As I was standing up I realized her head was tilted back and her eyes were closed. She must have noticed I was standing back up, because she brought her head back down and opened her eyes directly into mine. There was no embarrassment on her face now, only an expression that was equal parts bliss, excitement, and confusion. I was sorely tempted to do off with the rest of the spanking, but it was neither the time nor the place for our first time together, let alone her first time ever. That was something that needed to be special. Very special.
Clearing my throat, I said for the second time that day, "Assume the position." Reluctantly she turned away from me and bent back over the bed, legs spread and exposing herself clearly to me. The voice in my head that dictated all my lustful thoughts went berserk as my will power was put to the test. 'What I wouldn't give for an ice pack and a baseball game,' I thought to myself, straining to keep my hands away from her. Taking a deep
breath, I stepped into my position by her side and rubbed her light pink backside with the palm of my hand, then once again commenced Rachel's first spanking.
At first my swats were light, barely making her bottom wiggle, but I quickly worked back up to speed. Using sharp, light, wrist snapping spanks, I soon turned Rachel's barely pink bottom a few shades darker. As her rump turned its first shade of real red she started to wiggle and squirm, and with me no longer rubbing between each spank, she was having a whole new experience. My swats became slightly harder, and while she continued to squirm there was no verbal response yet. Determined to get one, I surprised her with a firm thuddy sJoeyk right in the center of her sit spot. As soon as hit registered with her, she gave a loud "YELP!" and her hands flew back to cover her bottom as she stood up and furiously rubbed the sting out of her backside.
Without a word I turned and walked over to the drawer of my dresser where I kept most of my favorite toys. Opening it, I started looking through, trying to find something appropriate for a first time spankee who had broken one of my most important rules. After a few moments of deliberation I decided on a thin oak paddle. Lots and lots of sting with little real lasting effect. Perfect for the punishment spanking I was planning on.
I turned back to Rachel who turned white when she saw the paddle I was holding. Looking around nervously, she tried to talk her way out of it. "Come on Chad, I forgot. It's my first time! I didn't mean to. I'll remember, I promise."
With a grim chuckle I started stalking towards her, trying my best to look intimidating in a playful way. "Oh no, Ms. Rachel. I promise you won't forget again. Not after this next treatment. Not ever." Then I gave my best mad scientist "Muhahaha" but I could see the humor was lost on her. Inwardly sighing, I decided to put off the joking until she was a little more comfortable with the whole thing.
When I was standing back in front of her I took her by the arm and gently bent her back over the bed, making sure she was properly positioned. "Remember not to reach back," I warned her seriously, "This is a light paddle but it can still bust a knuckle up pretty good if you catch an edge." She nodded as I moved back into my position and hefted the paddle. It really was very light, but I was sure she wouldn't think I was being very merciful at all. Oh well.
I brought the paddle to rest on her warm rosy backside, and when the cool wood touched her hot skin she jumped. Rubbing her with it for a moment, I then used my wrist to give her the first stinging swat. Not mentally prepared for what was about to happen, Rachel stood up and did exactly what I had just told her not to do, reached back to cover her bottom. Annoyed, I grabbed her wrist and used the paddle to the flat of her palm with a full armed swing. The crack was incredibly loud and her hand flew back in front of her as I said, "I'm only going to say this once more before I get angry. Your hands need to stay away from your backside, otherwise they could be injured. Believe me, a broken knuckle will last a lot longer than a burning backside." I pushed her forward and she fell back into position, "See that you stay there this time."
I took the paddle and measured out a good swat to land right on the center of her sit spot, then let fly. The room echoed with a resounding SJOEYK. Rachel fell forward, her parts now on the bed, but she did manage to keep her hands in front of her. Choosing to keep her laying down on the bed like that, instead of in a standing bent over position, I put my left hand on the small of her back and kept her firmly pushed into the mattress as I started to steadily bring down the paddle in shallow, stingy, swats.
I marveled at how fast her rosy bottom turned to deeper shade of red. The swats were light and spaced apart, but for a first time spankee it must have seemed pretty intense. Soon she was wiggling around, trying to escape the slow burning spanks of the paddle. Soon her wiggles were met with a chorus of verbal complaints and promises. "I'll remember! Really I will. Please stop. Ouch. Quit it! This really HURTS! Ow!" For quite a few minutes I let her squirm and complain like that, hardly listening. I was intent on a photograph of my cousin that I had sitting on my dresser. This might sound strange, so I guess I should explain that I wasn't so much interested in the picture as the red scarf he was wearing in it. I was making a valiant effort to match the color of Rachel's entire posterior to the color of that bright red article of clothing.
As I finished matching the colors I started bringing down the only genuinely hard spanks of the spanking, making her verbal complaints more believable and her struggles to get away more frenzied. I put twenty firm hard spanks onto her stinging rear in quick succession to end the spanking. When Rachel realized I was done I watched as all the tension melted from her body and she collapsed, exhausted both physically and mentally.
As I stared at her well spanked rump, I realized that my desire had only increased with the paddling. Unable to contain myself any longer, I dropped the paddle. Putting myself in a better position, I picked her up and pushed her farther up onto the bed, then reached around her and turned her over onto her back. Sitting back and admiring the view for a moment, I decided I couldn't pin point my favorite physical feature about her. She was just absolutely gorgeous in every aspect.
She didn't resist at all as I reached down, using her ankles to spread her thighs wide, exposing her every detail to my roving eyes. I then crawled onto the bed between them, my hands stroking lightly as I slowly moved farther up her body. Passing over her hairless slit, I once again blew a slow stream of air over it, making her hips lift off the bed towards me. Satisfied, I continued to move up the bed and was at last looking down on her angelic face.
Rachel slowly opened her eyes, a little smile playing on her lips. I reached my hand down and used it to lift her head off the mattress, bringing her lips closer to mine. When I was close enough I pressed my mouth tightly to hers, and as her tongue came out to amuse mine her hands came alive and were suddenly all over my body. Her fingers wandered ever so softly across my naked shoulders and down my bare chest, making me shiver as I had made her.
Incensed, I moved my left leg up and used my thigh to rub down onto Rachel's moist twat, making her tongue freeze and causing her hands to stop their tireless journey. As I continued to grind my thigh between her legs, her entire body suddenly became absolutely relaxed. Her arms fell out wide and her head dropped as I removed my supporting hand.
Not wanting to let things go any further just yet, I asked, "So how was your first ever spanking?" Then I leaned down and nibbled on her earlobe, making her squirm and moan.
Sighing, Rachel's hands returned to their ceaseless roaming, "A girl could get used to this sort of thing, you know."
Chapter 5: Wow, Erin
I'd finally managed to get Rachel clothed and had chased her giggling from my room with a playful swat. When I was finally alone in my room again I just stood quietly for a moment, lost deep in thought. In my wildest dreams I had never imagined being put into a situation that was this... this... indescribably indescribable. There were beautiful women all around me and I, basically, had free reign to do with them as I pleased. Now as silly as this might sound, that sort of thing can be pretty overwhelming. Taking a deep breath to keep from getting too giddy, I stretched as I walked to my bathroom to get ready for the rest of the day.
I took a long hot satisfying shower and felt thoroughly clean as I got dressed. I didn't have anything too particularly important to attend to that day, so I picked out a nice pair of khakis and a crisp, blue, long sleeve shirt with white vertical stripes. Checking myself in the mirror to make sure I was presentable, I walked out to the kitchen, which was now a blurry flurry of morning activities.
Zigzagging, I dodged between the darting human obstacles and made my way to the coffee. Taking a look around, I noticed they were all wearing athletic clothing, which meant they were on their way to the gym. I had told them that as the success of the site mostly depended on myself and the girls looking our best, as shallow as that sounds, I was making daily gym visits mandatory for everyone, and I was happy to see that they were taking it seriously. As everyone
was nearly ready to go it was time to dish out a little responsibility.
"Rachel," I said loudly enough to be heard over the noise.
"Yeah?" she asked, walking over to me, still glowing from earlier.
"You're the oldest, which means you're also the driver," I said, holding out the keys to the van Joey had provided for us.
"Alright!" she exclaimed, wrapping me in a quick hug and somehow managing to grab the keys in the same instant.
"Remember," I said sternly, "Drivers drive. No talking on your cell or doing makeup or anything like that."
She gave me one of those looks only an affronted woman can give, conveying innocence, indignance, and a promise all at the same time, then gave me a quick peck on the cheek and stepped away yelling, "HUSTLE LADIES, 'CAUSE I'M LEAVING RIGHT NOW!" She walked out of the room holding the keys out like a hunting trophy to a chorus of groans and eye rolling. I followed as the girls filed out of the kitchen to the front door, then waved goodbye as they pulled out of the driveway and took off.
