Collections – Part 2

This is a continuation of the story started at Collections. The final part will be available on Friday.

 

Ellie spent a restless night, tossing and turning in the king size bed while her mind wandered to what awaited her. The shackle locking her ankle to the footboard didn’t help, as it kept reminding her of her status. The sun was poking into the windows as exhaustion finally overtook her.

 

She awoke to find Jerry unlocking the shackle around her ankle. Her head ached from the hangover starting to take hold along of her still exhausted mind. She covered her eyes, trying to focus on the man towering over the end of the bed.

 

“We have one hour before we have to leave for the airport. You can take a shower if you would like, but the door remains unlocked.” Jerry told her. They had a short jump across the channel to Heathrow then a good nine hours to Atlanta and another short jump to Tampa. By the end of this long day he would be finishing up with this case, and earning a nice bonus also.

 

Ellie gathered up every piece of clothing she had and stumbled to the bathroom. She started to lock the door, when a tingle of pain in her bottom made her think better of it. Instead, she stripped off her clothes, tossing them in a pile on the counter. In a ritual practiced by naughty young ladies for decades, she aimed her bottom at the mirror and twisted her torso to survey the damage.

 

“Ouch.” Ellie mumbled to herself, running her finger over the red splotches decorating her bottom. “That was hmmm…hmm.., not something I expected,” she thought aloud. Her mind went back to last night, the expectations she had when returning to the hotel room, the sudden change in Jerry’s demeanor and then the incident. The mix of emotions filling her head confused her. Embarrassment seemed completely logical, but the curiosity seems, well, wrong. Why was she so interested in such a barbaric act? It was wrong to hit a lady, but now it seemed so exciting at the same time. What was wrong with her?

 

BANG, BANG, BANG! “Hey, you better get moving; cause we are leaving in 45 minutes, no matter how you are dressed, or undressed!” Jerry yelled through the door.

 

The disruption startled Ellie out of her thoughts. She went straight for the shower, hiding behind the frosted glass divider as she peered around the corner, watching for the door to open. Her legs started to feel weak as she waited for her capture to burst into the bathroom. Thousands of thoughts raced through her mind as stared at the door. What would he do? Would he yell at her? Would he haul her out? Would he spank her again? Would he let her get dressed or keep her naked? Would he try to force himself on her? Would he spank her?

 

After what seemed like an hour to Ellie, but was only a few minutes, she relented that Jerry wasn’t coming in to the bathroom, at least in the near future. Turning on the hot water, she started in her daily routine, only to be reminded of the heat below when the hot water pulsated across her backside.

 

Ellie made due with the hotel provided toiletries as she went through her morning routine, pronouncing herself ready minutes before Jerry’s deadline. They took a black Mercedes to the airport. Ellie found it curious they took a town car instead of the Aston Martin, but figured it was just a rental for show and he’d probably returned it before waking her up this morning.

 

At the airport, Jerry led her to a side door inside the terminal. After winding their way through a few bleak hallways, they reached a VIP security checkpoint. Jerry handed over some papers, which the security officer read over, looked at him and Ellie then ushered them both past the metal detectors and into the waiting room.

 

Ellie fell asleep almost immediately upon getting sitting in one of the overstuff chairs. Jerry was glad, because this was typically the time when his targets started negotiate their release. Sometimes he’d humor himself and led them on, and let them think he was actually considering letting them go, even though he never had lost a target. It was a record he was proud of, and the primary reason why he got this higher profile cases with their fatter paydays.

 

The plane landed just long enough at Heathrow to allow a few dozen passengers to disembark and be replaced with new ones. Ellie had fallen back asleep after take-off and her slumber hadn’t been disturbed by the landing. Once they were back in the air, Jerry would be able to relax, and more important to him at the moment, use the bathroom.

 

“Ahh,” Ellie let out a yawn, stretching her arms as she returned to the land of the living. “So, where are we at?” she asked

 

“Over the north Atlantic, about 5 hours from Atlanta,” Jerry answered. The question was odd for a target. It was a perfectly normal question for a person waking up on vacation flight, but unusual for one of his targets. His targets were normally too scared for such a pedestrian question.

 

“Anything good on the in flight movie?” she asked, picking up the headphones in the seatback in front of her.

 

“Not really, just a rom-com and a Disney flick,” Jerry replied, looking at Ellie curiously. There was something wrong, but he wasn’t quite sure what it was yet. She couldn’t escape, even though he had removed the handcuffs after they took off from Heathrow.

 

She plugged in the headphones and played with the dials until the romantic comedy started playing on the tiny TV in the headrest. Jerry looked out of the side of his eye, trying to figure out what she was up to, but for the life of him, he could not figure it out.

 

The rest of the flight was uneventful, lulling Jerry into a false sense of peace. He was beginning to believe she accepted her situation and wouldn’t cause any more trouble as the plane touched down at Hartsfield-Jackson.

 

Without any checked bags, the pair went straight for the customs line. The later arrival time meant there was almost no line. Jerry took the lead when they approached the customs officer.

 

“Name?” the customs officer asked as Jerry handed over both passports.

 

“Gerald Houston,” Jerry answered.

 

The customs officer thumbed through one of the little books. “And your nationality?”

 

“United States.”

 

“What was the purpose of your trip?”

 

“Work,” Jerry said.

 

Ellie immediately added, “yup, just blowing up airports.”

 

Jerry spun around on his heels to face her but his six foot two inch frame did not stand a chance when the marine national guardsman collided with his lower back.

 

“What?” Jerry cried out as he it the floor. A second and third guardsmen surrounded the pair, covering the with their M16s. Jerry attempted to get up but was summarily shoved prone. With his face crushed against the floor, he could hear Ellie giggling over the radio chatter of the soldiers and customs officers.

 

The pair were detained individually for the next four hours as Jerry’s single suitcase was searched and they were interrogated by customs officers, a national guardsmen major, a TSA agent and a pair of gruff looking men from homeland security. Jerry kept repeating the same answers; “I am a bounty hunter. I a court order to retrieve the girl and bring her back to Florida.” And the biggest one, “No, I am not a terrorist.”

 

Jerry was relieved when suddenly the Major entered the interrogation room with some paperwork, including his and Ellie’s passport.

 

“Mr. Houston, your story checks out. You are free to go,” the major said, handing over the documents and passport.

 

“Thank-you. And Elizabeth?” he had assumed the whole job was FUBAR now, but it couldn’t hurt to ask.

 

“She is handcuffed and waiting at the door,” the Major said, holding open the door.

 

“Thank-you,” Jerry said. He followed the officer out through the maze of hallways until he arrived at the exit, where Ellie and a TSA officer waited.

 

Jerry brisked Ellie down the concourses to there next gate, hoping the plane would still be there by some miracle. As with this job so far, miracles were not on the side of Jerry. The waiting area was mostly deserted and lone gate attendant stood behind the counter, typing away at the computer embedded inside.

 

“We are here for flight 169,” Jerry blurted out, slightly out of breath from 2 mile trek through the airport.

 

“Sorry sir, the plane just left the gate. I can check to see if there any seats available on later flights,” the gate attendant said told him, before returning to the computer behind the gate counter.

 

“Yes, please,” Jerry grumbled before glaring at Ellie. There was no question, he was mad and it was all Ellie’s fault.

 

“Hmmm, I can get you on a flight at 9:30 tomorrow morning,” the attendant said after typing away at the computer.

 

“No, that won’t work. It’ll be too late. What about other airlines?”

 

“I doubt it. There was some bad weather come through this morning so everyone had to cancel a few flights. We are all booked solid until the morning.”

 

Jerry growled at Ellie, who wilted under his stare. She knew missing their flight was all her fault and felt bad about it. “Well we are off to the rental car desk,” Jerry growled, yanking Ellie along by her arm.

 

—–

 

“You have the blue Accord. Have a nice trip,” the sales clerk told them handing the keys over to Jerry. He took them and stashed them in his pants pocket before doing the same with the paperwork before taking Ellie by the arm and walking her to the car.

 

He summarily placed her in the passenger’s seat before locking the door and closing her in. A couple turns out of the parking lot and they were on the interstate, heading towards I-75 and it’s path to Florida.

 

The lights of Atlanta faded in the distance as they took the interstate south. He had eleven hours to make the six hour drive and earn the bonus. A bonus that would go a long way in cleaning up some old debts. Worst case scenario, they missed the bonus deadline and he only got his regular retrieval fee.

 

He was making good time, with light traffic and not a cop in sight. They were about an hour south of Macon when Ellie said her first words since the incident in the airport.

 

“Jerry, why are you doing this?” Ellie asked.

 

“Cause it’s my job,” he answered without really thinking about it.

 

“So you are getting paid to take me back to Tampa? What if I doubled it? You know I have the money,” she asked.

 

He let out a chuckle before saying, “How? Your accounts here in the states have been frozen since you fled.”

 

“But I have friends and they’d loan me the money,” she responded with a little more attitude.

 

“No. I think I’ll just take you back and make my fee.” He could only see a payoff ending poorly for him.

 

“Then what could I give you that would make you change your mind?” she asked, pulling the side of her blouse low, exposing a portion of her right breast.

 

“Sex?”

 

“If that’s what you want.”

 

“Na, I think I’ll just take you back.” Jerry tried keeping his eyes on the road, rather than the harlot in the passenger’s seat. She had caused him enough problems already.

 

Ellie puffed out her lower lip while tilting her face downward slightly into a quintessential pouty face. “You don’t find me sexy?”

 

Jerry let out a chuckle, keeping his eyes glued on the dark abyss of highway before the car. Ellie though notice a slight shift he had made in his hips, likely to relieve some tension she thought. Well she knew how to fix that.

 

Jerry was too focused on concentration on driving to realize Ellie undoing her safety belt or twisting around in her seat. It took a second for him to realize what she was doing, allowing her to get his pants open and start fumbling with his boxers.

 

“HEY!” Jerry yelled at her, slapping at her head with his right hand. She had already freed him when he hit the back of her shoulders. The light slap added to her downward momentum, encouraging her to take all of him on the first gulp.

 

Her mouth was even better than he remembered. She held him tight, letting him tickle her tonsils for as long as she could stand. Pulling off for a quick breath, she played her tongue across his tip, never letting him free of her warm embrace.

 

After the multiple sexual laced encounters between the two, Jerry found it amazingly difficult to resist her current attention. He was beyond rock hard and releasing the sexual tension was all he could think about. He would have better served to pay attention to the highway, for he completely missed the slight bend in the highway until the compact car was throwing gravel.

 

Jerry immediately swung the wheel to the left, trying to return the car to the road. Braking would have been a better idea, especially in a car with narrow sideways on its tires. The right front tire caught on the edge of the pavement, separating the tire from its bead, deflating the tire instantly.

 

“POOF! WHAP! WHAP! GREETCCHHH!”

 

The flat tire hit the road, popping the car towards the left lane. Ellie flew upwards, knocking his left hand from the steering wheel and landing across his lap. His right hand grabbed the wheel, and pulled right just as they entered the left shoulder. Correcting the car, he slammed on the brakes.

 

“WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING!?” Jerry yelled at her. With a gruff pull of his right hand, he thrust her towards the passenger’s seat.

 

“I’m sorry!” she cried, kneeling on the floorboards and resting her forearms on the passenger’s seat.

 

“DON’T YOU FUCKING MOVE!” he commanded opening his door. He started to stand up when he realized his pants were open. Hastily he stuffed things back in place and got out of the car. With the lack of light, he couldn’t make out any damage on the driver’s side. Rounding the front of the car, the problem became immediately apparent. The right front tire was completely flat and wrapped around the steel rim.

 

“Great,” he cussed. He made his way to the trunk, glaring at Ellie along the way. Getting to the trunk, he realized the keys were still in the ignition. This just irritated him more. Trudging to the driver’s side door, he ripped the keys from the ignition and hit the trunk release on the key fob. He started to toss the keys on to the seat, but rethought it when Ellie caught his eye.

 

Jerry had gotten all the stuff to change the tire when he realized the lug nuts would not come off. This revelation just pissed him off more. He just shoved the jack, tire iron and spare into the trunk before returning to his seat, planning on calling the rental company for roadside assistance.

 

He pulled out the rental paperwork before getting in the car. Unfolding the paper revealed a blurry mess of a document. Placing it in his rear pants pocket had caused it to slowly be impregnated by sweat over the last two hours. Calling the customer service would be impossible when he could only make out the first three numbers; 800.

 

“Fuck! FUCK! FUCk!” Jerry cursed, tossing the rental paperwork onto the dash.

 

“There looks to be an exit up there,” Ellie mentioned quietly.

 

He looked forward, around the corner in the highway to notice a glow beyond the horizon. This part of the state, that amount of light should mean a town. He didn’t seem much other option and started the car and started the slow drive down the shoulder of the highway.

 

A mile down the highway they come to a typical small southern town. Fast food restaurants and gas stations surrounded the exit. Jerry pulled into the largest station and went inside to ask the attendant about the tire. There was no one else in sight so didn’t bother with securing Ellie.

 

“We are stuck here!” Jerry announced returning to the car.

 

“What?” Ellie asked.

 

“The only place in town that sells tires doesn’t open until noon tomorrow.”

 

“Oh.”

 

“OH!? Your little stunt cost me five grand!”

 

“I’m sorry,” Ellie mumbled, trying to act as innocent as possible.

 

“Just shut up and don’t try any more shit!” Jerry growled, backing up the injury car.

 

He made the same slow, careful progress across the overpass to the only hotel in sight as he had down the shoulder of the interstate. Leaving Ellie in the car again, he checked in, explicitly requesting an end room. He quenched the night clerk’s curiosity with reference to Ellie being his new fiancé. Ten minutes later he was pulling the car around the back to the rear entrance.

 

The room was of standard US flair. A small, tile lined full bathroom was situated next to the door leading from the hallway, while mid-height windows lined the far wall. Jerry was slightly annoyed with the single queen sized bed; through he couldn’t really go ask for a different room with two beds.

 

“How deplorable,” Ellie commented, tossing the duff bag Jerry had made her carry in on the bed. “I bet they don’t even have room service.”

 

“Zip it!” Jerry growled at her, pulling the blinds shut. “You’re the reason we are here.”

 

“Whatever,” Ellie’s sassiness returned in full force. “I’m going to take a shower, OK?”

 

“Fine,” Jerry hoped some soap and hot water would clean up her attitude and make the night at least tolerable. A little SportsCenter would also help. It had been nearly impossible to find highlights of good ol’ American Baseball in Europe.

 

Jerry paid no attention to the extended period of crashing water coming from the bathroom. He had secured a pair of his cuffs around the doorbar, preventing the door from opening without first removing the handcuffs, and without an operable window in the entire room, his only worry now was her trying to kill him. Not a likely proposition when he had at least 100 pounds of muscle and a good 8 inches on her.

 

The whoosh of the bathroom door opening pulled Jerry’s attention away from the TV. Ellie stepped into the room, carefully wrapped in a fluffy white towel. The white contrast to her lightly tanned skin, forming a band from mid breast to just below her hips. The darkened ambiance of the room hid most of the explicit details, but Jerry’s mind helped him fill in where his eyes missed.

 

“You sure you don’t want to let me go?” Ellie cooed. She continued her slow prance towards the old man, stopping about four feet in front of him with a cock of her hips to the side.

 

“Yes,” Jerry growled in response. “I’m not letting you go so quit it!”

 

“Oh, quit being such a bitch!”

 

“A bitch? You think I am being a bitch for doing my job?”

 

“Yea,” Ellie responded flippantly.

 

“You think I’m a bitch? You’re the idiot who thought she could run.” Jerry shifted his attention downwards towards the TV. Trailing his eyes down her neck to the towel, he caught a glimpse of a nipple poking above the towel line. Immediately, his mind went back to the events of the club and more recently the car ride. “Unless you’d prefer slut to idiot? It does go better with the stuff you did in the club and the car.”

 

Jerry caught her right arm just short of her palm making contact with his left cheek. In a flash he was on his feet with, towering over the girl. “What are you going to do, spank me again?” Ellie let the words hang in the room for a moment before adding, “fucker!”

 

Jerry pulled her left arm forward, causing her to crash over the end of the end of the bed. Her towel flared away, exposing her naked bottom to the cool room air. In an instant he pulled his belt free of its loops.

 

WACK! The belt bit into her bottom, painting an exceptionally white band which was quickly replaced with an angry red. “Ahhh,” Ellie cried out.

 

WACK! WACK! WACK! Jerry whipped the leather across her bottom, getting an alternating response of groans and insults. Each insult just prodded him into trying harder.

 

Ellie’s bottom was scarlet and starting to blister when he finally dropped the belt. He was still mad, but his arm just refused to swing any more. A shiver of the upturn girl’s hips caused a visceral action in his loins.

 

He dropped his pants and moved between her splayed legs, intend on giving her exactly want she had been asking for. Squatting, Jerry plunged forward, driving into her until his hips bump her cheeks. The sudden intruder forces the breadth from her lungs in a drawn out moan which is capped with a sharp squeal when he bumps into her bottom.

 

He kept thrusting in fast, though long, hard strokes, causing her to squealed each time he hit home. At first it was all raw emotion driving him to fuck her as hard and rough as possible, but as the endorphins started to wan, and pleasure took over, he swore she was pushing her bottom back into him.

 

The force of Jerry’s thrusts slowly pushed Ellie forward, onto the bed. It wasn’t long before he could only reach halfway into her from behind. He grabbed her hips, yanking her bottom into the air and dropped her on her knees. This higher position allowed him to stand up, giving him tremendously better leverage.

 

Jerry wasted no time, and drove into her again while pulling her hips against his. The new angle tightened her pelvic muscles around him driving the sensation for them both to new levels. Ellie reached out, grasping two handfuls of comforter while biting a mouthful as Jerry started up again.

 

Jerry used every bit of frustration, annoyance and residual to pound away at Ellie, but biology can only be held at bay for so long, and a massive orgasm overtook him. He pulled her into his hips as he started to cum deep inside her. This drove her wild, wiggling and squirming from side to side.

 

The added stimulus at the height of his orgasm was too much for Jerry to handle. His vision started to fade, and motor skills failed. He slumped forward, onto her back before rolling to his right. In one last effort, he reached upwards, his left hand grabbing Ellie around the stomach while the other locked onto her left breast. As he rolled off the girl, he spun her around, ripping her grip on the comforter and landing with her in the reverse cowgirl position.

 

With the new position, Ellie didn’t stop her squirming, bouncing about on him. This was all it took for him to fully lose it.

 

Jerry woke a few minutes later to find Ellie slumped into a naked pile next to him on the bed. At first he thought she might be dead, but the clear rise and fall of the side of her chest alleviated those fears. After a quick piss, Jerry collapsed back onto the bed, hopping he would wake up alone.

Collections

The beat reverberated throughout the club, imparting a life through the dance floor. Bodies twisted to the left and right, tossing sweat about.

Jerry’s black sunglasses dampened the flicker of the strobe lights as he surveyed the dance floor from his alcove. He hated dance clubs, the strobe lights and damn techno music blaring extra loud, but work dictated his presence. With any luck he would be able to complete the job and be gone within the hour.

Ellie was the third girl to introduce herself to Jerry and his bottle of Cristol. He had quickly brushed off the previous two, but this one was more resilient.

“What? You don’t want to have a good time?” she snarked back. “Then why did you come here and order this wonderful bottle unless you wanted to have some fun? Com’on big guy.” She said drawing a finger to her lips.

Jerry scanned the young girl up and down. Her make-up was over applied, obviously trying to hide the fact she was a couple years too young to get in the club. It was a shame, because just across the border she could’ve gotten into any club she wanted, legally. He didn’t dwell on the issue, working down her body to the outfit which screamed something between slut, whore and rebellious school-girl. A short-sleeve white blouse was tied up under her bust, accentuating her cleavage while allowing the black lace of her push-up bra to peak out. The plaid skirt hide as much of her assets as the blouse, rolled over at the top to shorten it until the hemline revealed black nylon if she did anything but stood straight up.

Jerry knew better but let her sit on the couch next to him nonetheless.

“Aren’t you a little young to be in here,” Jerry asked, taking a sip of his glass.

“Yea, aren’t you a little old to be in here?” she shot back, pouring herself a glass.

Jerry nodded his glass to the school-girl outfit.

“Oh, the outfit is an old one from school. My girlfriends dared me.” She leaned closer to his ear. “You know, to have a little fun. I prefer something, ah.” She let the words hang between them, hoping his imagination was working in overdrive. “sexier.”

Jerry tilted his glasses down, to see if she was just playing things up. He’d seen the game before.

Ellie took it as a slight, “I see you don’t believe me. Order some more Cristol and I’ll show you.” She feathered her fingers down his chest.

Jerry knew it was a test. At a thousand Euros a bottle, she was feeling out his bank account. He’d bite, especially since his client would be paying for it anyways. The waitress went straight to the back once he heard the order.

Ellie sipped the champagne, decided to press him farther while they waited for the bottle. “I’m Ellie, and what should I call you?”

“Jerry.”

“Well Jerry, what do you do when you’re not staking out dark night clubs?”

“Ah…I’m in collections,” he answered after a moment’s thought.

“Collections? I’ve never heard of anyone it that. It must pay well?” she tried to ask nonchalantly.

Jerry laughed as the obviousness of her intent. She was here for his money and he had no problem with it. “You could say that.”

The waitress interrupted any further conversation with the freshly opened bottle. She refilled the offered glasses before asking if they needed anything else. Ellie didn’t wait for him to answer, instead standing up as she dismissed the waitress.

Ellie turned her back to him, cocking her hip to the side causing her bottom to stick out more. With two hip swaying steps, she walked around the small table to the velvet curtains hanging on each side of the alcove. The velvet cloth fell together with a pull of the sashes, separating them from the rest of the club.

Jerry considered stopping her. He was here for a job, not whatever she intended on doing.

Ellie flared her hips as she rounded the table. She stopped directly in front of him and placed a hand on each knee. She leaned forward until her lips were at his right ear. “Now, let me show you, something sexier.”

Jerry couldn’t help but look down the front of her blouse at the soft, tanned skin encased in black lace. With a gentle push, his legs opened and she dropped to her knees. Her hands were on his belt before he realized what she was doing. He leaned forward to sit down his glass, but she pushed him back into the cushion with one hand and freed him from his boxers with the other.

“Ooo, so perfect,” she purred as he pointed straight at her.

“Hey,” was all he could get out before he disappeared between her cherry red lips. This was wrong, so wrong, he thought as his lower mind took control of his body.

Ellie bobbed her head up and down a couple of times, taking his full length in her mouth. She went down hard, feeding him into the back of her throat as she reached up to free his balls.

Jerry didn’t know if it was his lack of a sex life, or if she was really that good, but this was better than he had ever remembered. She knew the right places to touch, at the right time and in just the right way.

She pulled back, freeing him from lips while keeping one hand messaging his balls. She looked into his eyes as her free index finger gently wiped a little spit from her lips. He allowed his eyes to slip shut, trying to clear the sensations from his head.

Ellie used the moment to take a sip of champagne, and then bury his shaft in her mouth. She worked her tongue around the bottom as the bubbles did their magic. A couple more long licks and she could feel his hips tense. She

Jerry was embarrassed at how fast he erupted. Barely ten minutes earlier this girl and walked up to his table and now he was spent.

“Oo, that was quick,” she purred, wiping a bit of cum from her lips. “Why don’t we go back to your place and see if next time you go longer?”

“Sure,” Jerry answered immediately. She got up and adjusted her clothes while he fixed his trousers and belt. Five minutes later they were making their way through the club to the door.

—-

The valet pulled up in a silver Aston Martin DB9. Moments later, he was using all six gears on the rented sports car, flying through the tiny European streets to the Intercontinental. His firm had set him up in a suite there, albeit a small one; and he wanted to get her to his room before she changed her mind. By the way she stroked the leather encased dash, though he doubted she would. The car had put any doubts of his wealth to rest.

She started in on the elevator, smearing lipstick all around his mouth. By the time the doors opened at his floor, she was in his arms with her legs wrapped around his waist. He had no option but to carry her down the hall, bumping into a table and painting on the way to his end suite.

Ellie broke her lock on his lips long enough for him to fumble the door unlocked. They burst through the door and Ellie instantly surveyed the room. It was obviously a suite, but probably one of the smallest. Maybe it was being paid for by his company, she thought.

She let out a little gasp when he pushed her against the wall. She took it as a cue to refocus on kissing for the moment. The grabbed his lower lip between hers and started sucking gently. He worked back at her lips, easing her down onto the side table. She started unbuttoning his shirt but was stopped after the second button. He pulled her wrists out from between their bodies, arcing them around until they met above her head. With his left hand holding her wrists against the wall, he worked his way from her lips over towards her earlobe then down to neck. She let her eyes fall closed, as she craned her head to the side to provide him better access.

She didn’t even notice the click of the handcuffs until he pulled way and allowed her wrists to fall to her lap. She wasn’t expecting the metal bracelets, but she was game for a little kinky fun.

“Ok Sweetheart, I think that is enough.” Jerry said moving towards the sofa.

“Ah, I you want to see my kinky side,” Ellie smiled broadly as she wiggled a shoulder at him as she followed him towards the couch.

“No, I have other plans for you,” Jerry responded as he pulled a manila folder and his laptop out of his brief case.

“What kind of plans?” Ellie said in her lower, sultry voice, running a finger down his chest as she sunk into couch next to him.

“Plans which involve those cuffs staying on you for a lot longer than you’d like.”

Fear instantly overtook her. “What? Let me go! Do you know who I am?” Ellie demanded.

Jerry picked up the manila folder off the coffee table and started reading. “Elisa Marie Montgomery, Ellie for short. Born December 25th, 1994 putting you at 19. Parents Franklin and Evelyn. Currently a sophomore at NYU. Oh, someone has been slacking in her studies. Ten credits short of being a junior after two years. Do I need to go on?” He tilted the folder down in a nicely condescending manner.

“Who are you? What do you want from me?”

“Jerry, like I told you earlier,” he answered, tossing the folder onto the coffee table. “And I’m here to collect you for my client.”

“WHAT!” Ellie screamed. She was being kidnapped!

“Hush!” Jerry commanded.

“No, you can’t!” Ellie yelled, trying to stand up. “AHHH! HELP!” Ellie made it to her feet and took one step towards the door before two large hands took hold of her hips from behind and spun her in an arc until she was facing the windows. She tried kicking, but with Jerry behind her, her aim was miserable. Nonetheless, she made contact with the side of his thigh.

“ENOUGH,” Jerry growled, gently tossing the 120 lb girl onto the sofa. “Now sit there and be quiet!”

“No! HELP!” Ellie cried out, wiggling back to her feet. She made it one step before stumbling forward, right across Jerry’s lap. “Let me up!” she cried, trying to knee his left calf.

Jerry was finally getting annoyed at this girl, and put his hand on her back, pinning her in place. She wiggled and screamed, just irritating him further. He hated when his female targets let lose those high-pitch screams, especially indoors. Jerry didn’t know what overcame him, but his next actions surprised him.

WACK! Jerry hand slapped into the nylon covered bottom presented him by the upraised skirt.

“No! Stop!” She yelled out.

Jerry spanked her again and again, enjoying the impact and subsequent ripples he was making across her pert behind. Her black nylon panties may have provided her some modesty, five years ago, but now just strained to contain any of her full bottom.

The sting being imparted on her bottom completely messed with her head. Her mind tried to tell her mouth to yell “STOP!”, but only a garbled mixture of ouches and ahs passed her lips. He didn’t care as he painted her once porcelain cheeks, rose.

“Do I have your attention now?” Jerry asked, pausing to let the smarting in his palm die down.

“Yes, sniff, yes, just stop.” she blubbered.

“Good,” he replied, resting his palm on the back of her thighs. For a moment, the man inside him took control, drinking in the erotic image presented him. The rounded cheeks flush with color, slowly heaving with each breath. The black nylon filling the valley between the mounds, before going south where it wrapped to every contour of her sexy. She was completely at his mercy.

A slight pain from his arousal straining against her side brought him back to reality. He pulled her upright, off his lap and onto her knees. Then, holding the handcuffs, he lifted her to her feet and summarily deposited her in a chair at the small dinette table.

Ellie looked a mess. Tears had run her mascara into to black streaks down her face. Her silk blouse was bunched up around the plaid ring of her mini-skirt at her waist. Below, hints of black lace poked out between her legs curled below her body.

Jerry took the remote, flipped on the TV then sat the remote on the table next to her. She watched him walk over to the closet before wiping her eyes simultaneously with base of each thumb. The handcuffs made it challenging to get her wrist wide enough, but she managed to clear the cloudiness which had remained from her crying.

Blinking a couple of times, she was shocked to find the room empty. Jerry had disappeared in the few seconds she had closed her eyes. She quickly looked around while straining to hear any noise, but she just found emptiness. Emptiness and the BBC newscaster droning on. Escape instantly crossed her mind. She slipped to her feet and started towards the door, grabbing her handbag on the way.

She got as far as the bathroom door when she realized where Jerry had gone. She froze in mid stride as he starred back at her with a toothbrush hanging from his mouth. Being at a lost for words was rare for her, but the blush sweeping over her face and neck spoke to her emotions.

“Ah, ah,” she stuttered, trying to think of a reason for her presence which wouldn’t end with her inverted again. “Ah, can I brush my teeth?”

He picked up one provided by the hotel in plastic wrapping and held it out to her. She took it with both hands and watched as he turned back to the sink and leaned forward, spitting out the toothpaste.

“Oh, and if you try to escape again, you’ll find yourself back over my lap,” Jerry mentioned as we walked past her, not even glancing in her direction.

I wish he was lazier

I sat on the edge of the railing watching the traffic and tourists break my line of sight of it. I could get over its absolute beauty. I had seen many, probably tens of thousands before, but this one was special. The silky glimmer of the highly polished lamb skin leather

All that separated me and it was half an inch of glass, 20 feet of sidewalk, fifty feet of street and another 30 feet of sidewalk. All that and him. He wasn’t actually hear with me after work, but he would know. He always knew.

I chewed my lower lip, contemplating if it was worth it. I had been saving for a year to get enough available credit on my Visa and I finally hit it with today’s paycheck. I doubt he care though. He never cared. Well that is wrong, he always cares, which is the real problem. Sometimes I wish he didn’t care so much. That he would loosen up, be a free spirit, like me. And as a free spirit, I’m going to say to hell to with him and get it.

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Convincing myself that buying the handbag was a good idea should have been the first sign. The second sign would have been when the first credit card was denied. The third sign was the paranoia feeling at Tom seeing it laying around the house and asking questions. The third sign ironically was also my downfall. Well not the paranoia itself, but the fact that I left the purse in my car instead of bringing it into the house. Tom, being the diligent husband he is, thought I had accidentally left my purse in the car and grabbed it when he came into the house.

Some days I wish he would be a little lazier.

“Honey!” Tom called from the kitchen when he arrived home. He was home earlier than I expected. Tuesdays were normally team meeting days which prevented him from getting home much before 8. The small digital clock on the cable box read 6:55.

“Hi honey,” I answered as he poked his head into the living room. “Your home early, did you have dinner?”

“Oh, yea. Let me go drop these in my office,” Tom said. He was clearly distracted. Maybe getting home early meant he would have to do some work at home. I always hated it when he had to work in the evenings. No matter, I still preferred him here next to me.

Tom returned a few minutes later, still in his suit, though his tie had found a new residence. The slightly disheveled suit mixed with his piercing stare reminded me of a Polo commercial. My very own model was home, yum. I slide my legs from underneath me in preparation to spring up into my husband’s arms.

“I noticed you accidentally left your purse in your car so I brought it in.”

“Shit!” I thought. My purse was sitting on the kitchen counter, where he had to see it.

“That is until I saw your other purse sitting on the counter. The one in your car just contained this,” Tom said holding up a the receipt.

I knew I was busted. I couldn’t go down this easy though. “It was…was….a…really good deal….” I tried to explain.

“Really?” was all it took for him to break through my pitiful defense.

I really should have thought of a good reason for buying it on the way home. A forty-five minute trip and I hadn’t thought of one good reason. “Sorry?” I squeaked out, standing up as he rounded the sofa. I knew what was coming and didn’t involve me sitting on the sofa.

“I told you last week, we need to cut our extraneous expenses so we can afford a baby.” Tom scolded taking the spot I had just occupied on the couch.

“I know.” I nervously fiddled with the hem of the long t-shirt I wore as pjs. I’d been across his lap dozens of times, but always got so anxious right before the main event.

“You know, then you shouldn’t have done it. This time I’m going to make sure the point hits home. Over my lap!” He commanded as he started rolling up his sleeves. I wanted to think how sexy he looked, but the intensity of his expression scared me a little. I dutifully followed his instructions, draping my torso over his lap and onto the sofa.

There are sometimes when this position feels good, like when he is slowly working those massage oils he got me for Christmas into by skin. He can dance those magical fingers over skin for hours, while I just purr at the wonderful sensations. I doubt I’d be doing any purring this time.

“I think these should come down, don’t you?” He asked rhetorically as I felt fingers slide under my waistband.

“Only if you are going to massage below them.” I replied. A resounding spank to my panty-cover bottom was my answer. “Ouch!” I cried as he lowered my panties to my knees.

“Now I think you are due a good spanking for your behavior, don’t you?”

“Nope,” I smarted off again. This time he responded by peppering my tushy with spanks. “Owe, Owe, Owe!” I squealed. He was being mean tonight and starting harder than normal. Even his bare hand was doing a fine job of roasting my tushy. He worked all around for a good few minutes before starting the lecture portion.

“You,” SLAP! “Believe,” SLAP! “Eight,” SLAP! “Hundred,” SLAP! “Dollars,” SLAP! “Is,” SLAP! “Fine,” SLAP! “To pay,” SLAP! “For,” SLAP! “A,” SLAP! “Purse?” SLAP! Tom loved accent every word of his lectures with a spank, which stung with his bare hand and was horrendous with the belt or paddle.

“No, sniff” I cried, wishing I could reach back and rub my stinging cheeks. I could reach back, but I knew from experience it just resulted in paddle time.

“Then why did you buy it?”

“I don’t know…sniff…I looked so nice?” I managed to get out.

“It,” SLAP! “Looked,” SLAP! “NICE!?” SLAP, SLAP, SLAP! “Well I think we can just settle in there for a nice look spanking until your ass looks nice and punished.”

Tom didn’t even wait for my pleas of mercy before laying into me. And lay into me he did. All I could do was cry into my hands as I tried kicking me legs about a little while the fire built below. Eventually he figured I had enough, or probably his arm just got tired, but he stopped adding fuel to the fire and shifted to lightly rubbing my red cheeks for a minute before asking the question he always did at this point. “Was it worth it, Cadence?”

“No, sire,” I mumbled as he put me on my feet. I immediately started to rub the sting away with both hands.

“So what are you going to do about it?” I looked down at him and thought for a moment. The fire below had peaked and he looked so damn good sitting there in that button down shirt and dark slacks.

“Take the bag back… and make it up to you.”

The last part got him to rise an eyebrow. He opened his mouth to say something but I touched my index finger to his lips. He had his time to act, now it was my turn. I dropped to my knees, dragging my finger off his lips and down his shirt. In no time I had him as equally undressed as myself.

My spanking hadn’t been as much play to him as I would have wished. My tushy hurt yet he was only firm. The later I would change in a moment, while the former worked its self out. With one hand on his balls and one on my clit, I went to town. I suck and licked while fiddling between my legs.

Damn I needed that spanking. I needed that emotional release. I need this sexual release. I need my Tom.

“Get up,” he groaned with the gravel in his voice.

At the moment, I wasn’t sure if my legs would work. Contractions had started running down my quadriceps in time with middle finger. Releasing him from my lips, I grasped him at the hips with my left hand and started to rise. It was an awkward attempt to stand, because righty wasn’t going to leave it’s sanctuary.

I got halfway to my feet when he gripped my hips and hefted us into the air. The sudden acceleration cost me my balance, sending my legs and both hand scrambling for something solid. I found my safety in his burly arms. He stood like an oak tree with me wrapped around his torso and him holding onto my sit spots. The next thing I felt was his tip dragging across my slit, looking for it’s home.

The first stroke was all it took to reach my special space.

He wasn’t happy enough though. Working me up and down himself overloaded my brain. All I could do is moan as he shot a fresh wave up my spine with each thrust. Finally he paused for a moment and shifted one hand to the center of my bottom while the other ran up my back to stop at my neck. His lips locked mine in a sweet embrace. The strokes began again, filling me more and more each time.

“Ahh” I cried into his mouth when he finally hit too deep. Opening my eyes I could see that intensity I loved in Tom’s eyes. I was at his pleasure and would enjoy every bit.

He pulled almost out at my cry. he worked his tip in and out of my opening in a dozen quick thrusts. It was like I was being entered anew each time, and I like the entry the best. I couldn’t help but allow by eyes to fade shut and return to my special space. The last thrust seemed to continuously enter, all the way to my cervix.

“Ahh” I cried into his mouth again as my eyes shot open. He didn’t pull away this time, rather just held me there for a second. Then I felt the pulsations come from him, followed by a hot liquid shooting into me. He didn’t normally cum in me, but the pill made it ok.

He stood there for only long enough to finish before collapsing back onto the sofa. I had no choice but to settle in on top of him. I felt so comfortable and safe, laying on my husband’s body and enjoying the afterglow. Even my bottom felt good, in a warming embrace type of way.

“Honey, you got to quit intentionally getting in trouble just to get spanked.” He said after a few minutes. Damn, I was that obvious.

“Yes honey.” There was no way I was going to stop when sex like that followed. Even the discomfort at the end was worth it. It wasn’t like him to go that deep though. “But why so deep?”

“You haven’t been reading those books you got from the library.” He punctuated his comments with a firm slap to by tender hindquarters.

“Ouch!” I yelped. I looked up, trying to appear apologetic. I didn’t need a spanking now.

“Tst tst tst. I should spank you again for all that flak you gave me for not reading them when you hadn’t either.” My eyes got as large as saucers. We wouldn’t, would he? “But that would result in a bunch of flaying about and you need to lay down now because the deeper the deposit the higher the chance of insemination.”

“Oh.” It took a second for me to realize what he meant. Once I did I couldn’t help but jump into his arms and kiss him. He had gotten the job we had been waiting for.

Final Period of My Wife’s Game Night

The story begins with My Wife’s Other Side is Released and continued with First Period of My Wife’s Game Night. and Second Period of My Wife’s Game Night.

Torture does not have to be physically painful. Emotional and psychological torture are just as bad, and according to current interrogation theory, more often much more effective at eliciting the desired response. Tonight, the four naked ladies in my kitchen were torturing me, or as close to such as I had ever experienced.

The game of kinky Sorry had continued after Kelly was knocked out without to much hoopla. Clothing came and went, but no one else got eliminated for a good fifteen rounds. I wasn’t counting, but seemed to go on forever with the girls just tossing off their blouses then putting it back on 2 rounds later. Since Kelly’s delivery, I had tried to avoid looking at the ladies. I’m a red blooded American Male and it took every ouch of control not to just stare. Especially with my wife’s implicit allowance.

“Honey, how is the hockey game?” Justine called out.

“Ah, not nearly as interesting as yours,” I yelled back, knowing she really did not care about the hockey game, rather than something else in mind. My wife is 95% innocent and angelic and about 5% scheming devil. Alcohol inverts those ratios.

“Then why don’t you come over here then?”

“O fuck!” was all I could think. My brain said it was a horrible ideal, but it wasn’t the head I was following when I got up and went over to the table. Justine must want to use me some how to gain an advantage in the game, or over me. Either way she was going to get her way, I might as well try to enjoy the ride. Hopefully it would not end with me sleeping on the couch.

“Ah, ok,” I replied, slowly easing myself off the couch. I didn’t want to look like a kid in a candy store, running over there to drool over the naked bodies. I could be cool and let my swagger show.

“Honey, I owe Kelly 15 spanks with the ruler. Why don’t you do it for me?” Justine asked in that sweet sultry voice she used when ever she wanted something special, or sex.

“Ah….” I stuttered. Well there goes cool. Was this a trick? I already knew I was going through with it, but I wanted to check my bases first. A sexy blonde was going over my lap to be spanked naked on my wife’s direction. I don’t see anywhere this could go bad for me.

“HEY! That’s not allowed!” Kelly exclaimed from her position behind my wife. Her crossed arms acting as a makeshift bra, it was clear she strategically choose her position to minimize exposure.

“You owe me 15 swats, I don’t see why Mike can’t give them, do you?” Justine glanced at Veronica and Naomi.

“Nope! Get over his lap Kelly!” Veronica laughed at what she viewed as her friend’s fortunate situation.

Kelly growled at her friend before obediently slipping behind Naomi then turning her back to me and sliding in front of me and into position over my knee. The whole process looked a little odd though she never exposed herself to me for much more than a few moments. The comical part was her embarrassment, since I had seen her full front earlier when she delivered the beer. Maybe the alcohol was wearing off allowing her modesty to poke through.

The globes staring up at me were everything I had imagined and more. Smooth skin overflowing the well toned thighs leading to long legs. Most of the red bars from before had faded into a nice, gentle blush. I lightly brushed my finger tips over the crowns as I took it in.

“Oh and honey, make sure they are good and hard, she was a bitch to me last week.” Justine disturbed me from the revile.

“I was not a bitch!” Kelly protested, trying to look up at my wife.

I was amazed by the attitude from someone in such compromising position. I bet I eliminate the attitude, I thought as a raised the ruler high above my shoulder.

CRACK! “OUCH! That hurt!” Kelly yelped as the shock waves ripped across her bottom.

“It’s supposed to,” Naomi commented. “you baby. She deserves it, she was a bitch.”

I’d never heard Naomi speak like that. It wasn’t anger or spite, rather more out of annoyance with her friend. Kelly must actually deserve this spanking I told myself as I brought the ruler down with slow, firm strokes.

CRACK! “OOWEEE!” She tried reaching back, but her wrist just gave me leverage to hold her in position.

CRACK! “YEEOWWCCHH!” CRACK! “Ahhh, please!” CRACK! “Ahhhhhhh!”

She reaction to the spanks shifted from yelps to more active signs of distress, including kicking her legs in the air, causing her torso to bounce on my lap. This did nothing but make the erection in my pants harder. So hard it began to hurt. I could really use a bathroom break to release some pressure.

CRACK! “YEOOWWCCH!!” Kelly cried out as I finished up my allotment.

“That’s fifteen,” I said, offering a friendly hand to the upended woman.

“Ow ow ow,” Kelly repeated as she used one hand to raise off my lap while the other was locked on her glowing bottom. She hopped about, rubbing the the sting of the ruler out of her bottom. I must’ve been harder than the rest of the girls, because none of them had yet to do the spanking dance.

“Serves you right,” Naomi remarked moving her piece around the board. She, like the other two active players had nothing on above the table, though she was clearly embarrassed by her state of undress. The slouched statue and arm firmly positioned across her chest prevented any kind of show.

Justine performed her turn, getting her only piece just outside of her safe area. Next turn she probably could win back piece of clothing. Go Honey!

“Bye, bye Justine,” Veronica mocked my wife with a little wave.

“Grrrr!” Justine glared across the table at Veronica.

“So, what do you got left?” Veronica asked, trying to suppress the broad grin overtaking her smile.

“A 7, 10, 12 and a Sorry!” Justine threw down her hand in annoyance.

“Oh, a 12 and a Sorry! Naomi, lets have Mike give them instead of us. He did a good job with Kelly,” Veronica proposed.

“Ah, ok,” Justine accepted a little bit to eagerly. She thought I’d go easy on her, and I would have went easier had Naomi not inserted a condition.

“Only if he doesn’t do it hard enough we’ll stop and do it ourselves,” Naomi said.

“Hey, see if I go easy on you next time,” Justine snipped.

“Who says there will be a next time?” Naomi shot back as she brought her glass to her lips.

“Fine, lets get this over with honey,” Justine got up seat then sashayed over to my lap. I wanted to rip off my pants have her right then. That sexy shake of her hips and the pouty face did it for me every time. It wasn’t like I needed any more encouragement, and Justine damn well knew it. That was her plan, to tease me all evening. Damn! I’ll get her back; now with the spanking and later.

“Over you go,” I instructed.

“Sniff sniff, yes sir,” she pouted before taking her place. Justine hadn’t been over my knee in a while, as fun and disciplinary spankings had been in other positions.

CARCK! CRACK! “Ouch! Not so hard!” CRACK! “Owwwe!” I worked that ruler up and down my wife’s bottom, delivering crisp swats that I knew stung. If she was going

“Harder!” Veronica cheered on.

“Yea, you did me harder,” Kelly added.

I obliged the girls, since I didn’t want her to get spanked again, or at least that was what I would admit to if Justine asked.

The sting really started to get to Justine as I neared a dozen. Her bucking and whimpering had matched Kelly’s even though she was only halfway done.

CRACK! CRACK! “Yoop!” Yeeeoooch!” She yelped and kicked her legs about with each swat, rolling her hips across my lap.

And then I was done. Twenty seven spanks. Angry red stripes marking every impact, contrasting with her natural khaki complexion.

I leaned forward to whisper, “Ok baby, its all over.” Justine pushed herself off my lap and instantly started dancing about, rubbing the single from her bottom.

“That’s a nice dance,” Naomi teased. “I bet you do it often.”

She was right though. Justine danced about with more style and flair than Kelly. The spanking dance was not a normal part of her repertoire. Her spankings where normally followed up with corner time or sex, the later being more prominent and the reason why she hadn’t been over my knee in a long time.

While most of us watched my wife’s performance, Veronica had other ideas. She had been keenly watching me spank Kelly and now Justine. She was now just staring at me, eating me up with her hungry eyes. Hungry eyes that turned mischievous once Justine stopped dancing about. “Ah I think Mike could use a blowjob. He looks all ready and primed,” Veronica teased.

“Hey, I think this is going too far..” I protested starting to stand up. A little stripping and spanking were ok, but not actual acts, even if it would be with my wife.

“Sit down there,” Kelly commanded as she pushed my shoulders down, and into the chair. “Justine lost fair and square, now she has to serve the players until a winner is determined.” What? Serve the winner? This was way too much though.

“Yes, ma’am” Justine said, kneeling before me. “It’s ok” I think she mouthed me before unzipping my pants. I wish I could have protested more, but there was a lack of blood flowing to my brain.

“Ooh la la,” Veronica moaned when I sprung free.

Justine gave an agonizingly slow lick from my balls to tip. I wanted to cum at that second but I couldn’t. The damn I’d built up over the last 2 hours was too strong. She looked up into my eyes as she swirled her tongue around my tip then engulfed the entire head. A gently sucking before she bobbed down. Her throat teased my tip then she relented.

“That’s it! Deep throat him, I bet he loves it! Don’t you Mike!” Veronica cheered.

“Oh yea…” I moaned went all the way down. The damn was breaking and I could feel the waves starting to build. So they would reach a crescendo and come flooding forth. A few deep pulses worked my head before she pulled off, keeping just the tip imprisoned.

“Hhmmm mmmmm,” she hummed, working her lips halfway down then back up. Her tongue glided over the bottom overloaded my senses.

“That’s it, that’s it,” I stuttered before letting out a low moan as I filled my beautiful wife’s mouth. “YEEAAA!”

Justine started sucking and swallowed wave after wave. She didn’t stop once I was empty though. Swirling her tongue around my ultra-sensitive member was pure torture. I couldn’t control anything as wave after wave of ecstasy overloaded my brain. I couldn’t move. My heart raced. Then my eyes rolled back in my head and the room went dark.

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“SCORE! THE BLACKHAWKS WIN!” the announcer yelled on TV. I opened my eyes to see the white jersey’s flooding the ice as the opposing goalie skated off. Yuck, I had drooled on myself. How long had I been out? That was the best blowjob Justine had ever given me. I wonder how they got me all the way over here though.

I eased myself off the couch to see the girls huddled around the table, all fully dressed. I guess the game must be over. I walked over to the kitchen table to see Sorry! still setup

“Honey, why don’t you go up to bed. We could hear your snoring all the way over here.” Justine told me.

“Who won?” I asked, curious if it was Veronica or Naomi.

“I did,” said my wife. How could that be? She had lost. That’s why I spanked her. That’s why she had to go down on me. That’s why….why I want to get up to bed and return to dreamland.

Justine got up and met me at the doorway to the front hallway. “I’ll tell who I won for the weekend when I come up to bed.”

Failing the Practice Exam has Consequences for Lauren

This is a continuation of the story The Perfect Tutor for Lauren. You should read it first.

“So did you ever sleep with that girl you mentioned last week?” Jimmy asked as he dealt out the first hand of the night.

I chuckled. Damn, they were starting in early tonight. I only had a single sip of my McCallan’s and they already the dirty details. Well, I might as well start winning kitty again. “What girl?”

“You know what girl. That chick you mentioned last week. The one who gave you a blowjob after you spanked her. Did you get inside her?” Steve piped in.

I took another sip, looked at my pair of threes and thought, “I can make this work.”

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I finished the last problem of my last Fluid Dynamics homework when I noticed it was after 8:00pm. Didn’t I have a tutoring session with Lauren at 8 today? A quick check of my Outlook calendar confirmed she was a couple of minutes late. No big deal. Maybe I could catch a few minutes of Chicago vs Minnesota before she got here.

It was almost half-time when I finally got a knock at the door. Lauren began apologizing before I even got the door fully open. She blabbered on about oversleeping or something as she walked in, holding her physics book tight against her chest. She was in her pink robe and matching bunny slippers again, which was odd, because except for the first session, she had wore blue jeans and a sweatshirt to every tutoring session.

“I am so sorry about being late. I was up late last night so I took a nap before coming over and forgot to set my alarm. Sorry for being late. I hope I wasn’t interrupting anything.”

“Not really,” I replied after locking the door. “Just watching the Bears get lit up by the Vikings.” I went over to get the instructors book for General Physics. Lauren stayed standing awkwardly in the middle of the room. Only when I turned around to actually face her did I notice she was still holding her things close to her chest and looking down at my rug while her left hand fiddled idly with her French Braid draped over the same shoulder. A slight frown and flush in her cheeks painted a picture of contrite.

“I’m really sorry. Please don’t spank me.”

She hadn’t mentioned anything about being spanked since our first encounter. This is could be interesting, especially with how last time turned out. “Well, lets see how you did on the practice test. If you did well, I’ll let it slide.”

“Hmmmm…ok….” she mumbled as she dug out her practice test.

I sat down at my desk and took out the key. I quickly went checked through the 10 problems while she anxiously stood in the middle of my room playing with her braid. So damn cute yet so poorly performing. She got 3 of the 10 questions correct and half of them completely wrong. The practice exam was basically just a combination of the homeworks over the semester, most of which she’d aced. It was like she didn’t even try.

“Three out of ten? Did you even try?” I asked.

“Not really. I ran out of time. I’m sorry. You going to spank me now?” she responded. Her hands instinctively shifted down her torso to her backside, trying to protect it from something she knew was going to happen.

“What do you think?”

“Hmm…yea…” she mumbled.

“Then get the hairbrush and get over my lap.” I turned my desk chair towards the center of the room before sitting down. I didn’t even bother to hide my erection this time. She fetched the hairbrush from the shower caddy and returned to my side offering the instrument of her doom. I took it then she lowered untied the robe sash and slid the pink Terra cloth offer her shoulders. She stood in a light purple camisole with seafom green cotton shorts. She arranged herself over my lap with her bottom pointed to the ceiling, just like the last time, except the green material stretched tightly across her bottom.

“Should these be here?” I asked snapping the back of her shorts waistband.

“No sir,” she grumbled and reach up, pulling down her shorts and panties at the same time. I was hoping that would be the answer, but I would’ve let her keep them up so long as things kept progressing. She got them all the way across her bottom, but the front was caught between her hips and my lap. This stretched the elastic tightly from the crease of her bottom forwards to the top of her hips. It looked liked any moment the shorts would overcome the static friction and slip back over her bottom, interfering with my forthcoming task.

I cleared my throat to hint this was not acceptable and she got the hint. “Sorry sir,” she mumbled as she sliding herself backwards off my lap until her fingers were free of the floor and the front of her shorts free of my thigh. She slide the shorts and panties down to mid thigh before sliding forwards and retaining her position over the knee.

I pulled my arm up beginning when she asked “How many sir?” I had completely forgot about the whole set thing that she was used to at home. Hmmm. If I gave her 1 set for each wrong answer that would be what, 7 times 18, which is 126. That is way too much. 18 seemed to be pushing it last time. What if I give her a set now then have her review and redo the practice test then give her another set for each new question she gets wrong. It’ll make me seem like a good guy.

“I am going to give you 1 set of 18 now for not trying at your homework. We will then go over the practice exam and you will retake another one. I’ll give you another set for each question you get wrong on the second one. Sound fair?”

“Yes yes, sir, thank you,” she blurted out, and quite eagerly. She must’ve thought I was going to give her a lot more. Brownie points are always good with the fairer sex.

“Ready?” I asked. I looked over her shoulder to see her nod, swishing her braid over the top of her head. Well here I go again. I brought the hairbrush up and swept it downwards with medium force landing on her right cheek.

WACK! “Owww! one sir,” she yelped. I repeated again with the left cheek then the lower center. She yelped for the first 5 before a low groan escaped her lips on the sixth. I could not tell if it was out of pain or pleasure. I started my tricycle again.

WACK! “Hmmmm pop! seven.” she cried softly. I looked over her shoulder seeing her left thumb stuck in her mouth. Wow. She was sucking her thumb to prevent herself from yelping. It was oddly sexy. I think everything would be sexy at that moment. I continued on, drawing yelps from the individual cheek swats and moans when I swatted over her pussy. As I neared 18 a light musky aroma began emanating from her pink rose. At 15 I decided to shift to solely the lower center spots.

WACK! “hmmmgggppphh slurp! Haaaah 16!” she moaned, working her hips up and down rhythmically.

WACK! “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh 17!” she moaned loader, not evening trying to muffle herself. Her hips were clearly grinding themselves into my thigh now. There was no doubt she was horny and wanted a release.

WACK! “Ahhhhhhhhh aighteen!” she moaned. She worked her hips back and forth a few times before she realized the spanking was over.

“Up you go,” I said picking her up at the hips and setting her on her feet. The horniness must have abated enough because she became very aware of the throbbing that must be radiating from her bottom. I had spanked both cheeks a solid red color. She reached down, rubbing her bottom which dancing in place, not even noticing the view of she was providing me. Last time I may have touched it, but I never did get a good view of her pussy. It was tight and firm looking with pink glistening lips and shaved completely bare. It may have even been freshly shaved but I didn’t get a long enough look.

When she finally realized she was bare on front as well as the back, her hands shot around front, cupping her sex. She turned towards the wall, before reaching down to pull up her shorts from around her ankles. She must not have realized the view she was providing from behind, because she was still cupping her sex from in front. I let her get them past her knees before I interrupted, “Uthm! Did I say you could pull those up?”

“No sir.” She replied, her shoulders dropping, clearly dejected. She looked over her shoulder, “I just thought we were done with the spanking and were going to work on the exam.”

“We are. Leave your shorts and panties around your thighs and kneel down on the floor.” Her kneeling or sitting on the floor with papers scattering in front of her and I sitting on the futon was actually how most of the tutoring sessions progressed. She slipped down to the floor, keeping herself covered the whole time. I handed back her practice exam and folder, which she took with one hand.

I sat down to her left on the edge of the futon. She glanced over and stopped at my crotch. I looked down to see myself tenting my jeans. “I’m sorry,” she whimpered, “can I take care of it?”

“That would be nice.”

She reached forward and vainly tried to unzip my jeans with her left hand. After few feeble attempts she allowed her right hand to stray from her pussy and help out. My bugle pushed my boxer-briefs out of the new gap in denim. She saw this as clearly inadequate and reached up for my waist band, trying to pull the jeans down. I got the hit and stood up in front of her. My jeans dropped and she made sure the underwear followed suit.

She got up on her knees, but was still looking up at my member. I started to move back to the futon but she beat me there, scampering into a sitting-kneeling position on the futon. It alighted her mouth with my tip. I turned to give her full access and reached up to grasp the bunk bed over the futon.

She was not as apprehensive this time around. She gripped my shaft at the base then took a few long licks up it. A twirl around the tip then she looked up at me and engulfed the entire shaft. Damn, she was deep-throating me. Three seconds latter she relented and pulled all the way off with a slurp.

“aaah yeaaa” I groaned. Wow. She had went from the shy naive girl to a sex minx.

“thaatttsss ittt,” I moaned when she licked from balls all the way up to the tip then swirled the tip of her tongue around the head. Electric shocks of pleasure were starting to overwhelm my mind. She bobbed up and down a few times while sucking all my energy through my dick.

“oooohhhhh.” My knees were starting to go weak when she deep-throated me again. I had to hold myself up with the bunk bed as my legs gave out. She pulled up, leaving my head in her mouth. She got me locked and loaded but I didn’t want to fire just yet. She had other things in mind as she took more in her mouth then sucked while polishing my head with her tongue.

“I’m goanna cummm,” was all I could get out before shooting into her mouth. She did not relent like last time, and kept a firm hold of me with her mouth. This completely blew my mind. My arms, legs and every other muscle seemed just to give out. She didn’t let go as I collapsed, pulling me on top of her on the futon.

The next thing I realized was laying on my side on the futon while she cleaned me up with her tongue. Damn this girl was good. It was the best one I had ever had. I laid there while she licked my shrinking member until she asked, “is that ok?”

“That was more than ok, that was fantastic.”

“Thank you.” She knelt back onto her legs, laying her hands across her crotch. “Should we get back to going over the practice exam? I really want to do better next time.” She half smiled while reaching her right hand back to rub her bottom.

“Yea, why don’t you get your stuff out on the floor while I get something to drink.” I sat up, waiting for the blood to return to my brain before walking across the room to get something from the fridge. Rum, Vodka, Tequila and Coke. Coke seemed like the best choice. “You want one?” I asked looking at the blonde on all fours on my floor with shorts and panties still around her knees, getting out school work.

She looked up, “Ah yes please.” I handed over the bottle I had just opened and grabbed another for myself. I scooped up my underwear and pulled them up before taking up position again on the edge of the futon. This time junior was taking a little rest.

Reviewing the material on the practice test went very smoothly. Lauren quickly corrected her fundamental errors, which lead to the wrong formulas and therefore wrong answers. The whole process went relatively quickly.

“Ok, it’s about 9:30. I’ll give you an hour and we can see if you improved? Sound good?” I asked, handing over the practice test from 2 years ago.

“Ok.” she took the test and got straight to work. She looked a little awkward sitting in a seiza with her shorts and panties wrapped her knees while bending forward to work on the test. It was though quite sexy, with the pink tops visible visible when she leaned forward.

I sat back, watching my pupil at work when I suddenly remembered the late night campus takeout closed at 10:00 and I still had food points left. “I’m going to run over to Take-Out, are you hungry?”

“Oh, yea. Can you get me some chips or something. Doritos maybe?” She smiled up, just melting my heart.

“If they have them.” I left the room as quickly as I could, keeping the door as closed as possible. I didn’t want anyone to see Lauren right now.

——

“Full House boys! Read them and weep. I guess tonight just isn’t your night.” I chuckled laying out the Ace and Seven. I swept in the last of the chips, completing my sweep of the night.

“Oh come on, that’s how the night ended? You going to get food and her redoing a practice test? BULLSHIT!” Steve said before downing the remnants of his drink.

“Of course it’s not how the night ended, but we can get to that next week.” I said smirking. I need to win back more money first, I thought to myself. My wife would be pissed if I didn’t at least make some money while I this story.

Willow Groove – Babysitting for the Featherstone’s

May 17th, 2003
Thomas and Marie Featherstone’s house

Jennifer let out a sigh as she plopped down on the couch. “It’s 8:59 and the kids were sound asleep. 400 channels yet nothing on. It was Saturday night, what did she really expect? Cable on Saturday night is just populated with cartoons and those old B-movies. I hope I never become one of those women who love these cheesy Lifetime movies. At least this one’s lead is good looking, but my Mikey is better. Maybe Mike could come over and keep me company. I got like 3 hours before the Featherstones would be back home. He can study for his finals here. I could even help him study Anatomy and Physiology. She could teach him a few things they didn’t teach in the pre-med program. Hmmm…That sounds good,” she thought.

——

The ring of her phone startled her slightly. She’d told Mike to call her when he got there so that the kids wouldn’t be woke up. “I’ll be there in a moment,” she said as she made her way to the front door.

“Thanx, babe,” she heard from Mike through the phone. Opening the door, she saw Mike standing there in a polo and khaki shorts with his backpack over one shoulder. Jennifer stepped to the side as he entered then locked the door behind him. She’d seen enough slasher flicks to always remember to lock EVERY door in the house when she babysat. Locking the doors and keeping a cell phone close by was always the mistake the blonde chick in the movies.

“Your looking sexy as always,” Mike said leaning down to kiss Jennifer, which she eagerly accepted.

“Why don’t we get you set up in the family room,” Jennifer said after catching her breath from the kiss. She lead the way to the family room while intentionally swaying her hips a little more than normal. The AE hoodie she wore covered most of her shorts, giving the illusion that she was just wearing the sweatshirt.

Jennifer let Mike sit down before she choose her spot on the couch. She choose to straddle Mike’s legs while facing him. It took only a second for them to begin making out again. Jennifer let his hands and tongue explore her body and mouth, respectively, as the ache in her pussy increased. She could feel Mike grow hard underneath her and rubbing against each other through clothes was only going to get her so far. She needed more. Finally she couldn’t take any more she broke away from his mouth.

“Hey, I have this itch I was hoping you could scratch,” she said seductively.

Mike had a little bit of a puzzled look when he responded with, “ah ok. Where is it at?”

Jennifer spun around to be seated low on the couch then reached up under the sweatshirt and lowered her shorts and panties in one motion. “It’s right her.” Mike just smiled as he reach out for her naked sex. “Oh you better use your tongue, your fingers look too rough for my delicate skin.”

Mike wasted no time kneeling in front of her then starting to lick her delicate folds with his tongue. The first touch of his tongue caused her to moan. He licked up and down, back and forth, in and out and generally let his tongue explore her pussy. Flicking her clit and going in and out of her vagina generated extra long moans.
Jennifer was just about to climax when she heard a voice behind her. Mike froze as she twisted her head around to see Thomas and Marie Featherstone standing at the entrance to the family room.

“What do you think you are doing?” Mrs. Featherstone said quietly yet clearly angry. Mike quickly moved back and stood up while Jennifer pulled down the front of her sweatshirt.

“Ahh ahhhh.” Jennifer was a lost for words.

“Come on, we are going to have a talk!” Marie said while grabbing Jennifer by the forearm. Jennifer snatched up her shorts-panties ball with her left hand as she was pulled out of the family room and up the stairs to the master bedroom. Mrs. Featherstone released her in the middle of the room while she went back and closed the bedroom door. Jennifer just stood there pulling her shirt down as far as it would go while watching her right foot twist into the carpet. She knew she was in trouble.

“So this is what you think are appropriate activities after the kids go to sleep?” Marie asked in a hushed voice.

“No..” Jennifer responded with a voice an octave higher than normal. It was the demure ‘little girl’ voice she always took when in trouble.

“It surely didn’t look like it. Don’t you like babysitting for us?”

“Yes…I’m sorry.”

Marie grabbed the wooden hairbrush off the dresser then sat down on the edge of the bed before pulling Jennifer over her lap. “This is the least you deserve for your actions tonight,” Marie said as she pulled back Jennifer’s sweatshirt to reveal her naked backside.

“Please, don’t. I’m really sorry Mrs. Featherstone,” Jennifer said, but it didn’t deter Marie from beginning the spanking.

Crack! “Ooouucchhh!” Jennifer yelped loudly. It was a little to loudly for Marie. She glanced around for a moment for something to hush Jennifer and spotted the ball of shorts and panties laying on the floor. Holding on to Jennifer with her right arm, she reached down and scooped up the clothing. Marie noticed the center of the panties were a little damp so she twisted the panties before feeding the damp section first into Jennifer’s mouth. She didn’t actually get much into her mouth, but the portion sticking out would act as an effective gag.

Jennifer was too focused on the stinging in her right buttock to realize what Marie was doing until her panties were inserted into her mouth. They filled up the front of her mouth and she could taste something odd. It was sweet yet kinda musky.

“Keep those in your mouth. I don’t want the kids waking up. If they do, I’ll have Thomas take you to the garage and use a switch on your butt.” Marie threatened. Jennifer hand never felt a switch, and didn’t want to start tonight.

Crack! “gaarrrpphhh!” Marie laid into Jennifer hard with the hairbrush, getting muffled cries, wiggling and kicking as a response. The panties worked well as a gag she realized. She’d have to try it herself the next time Thomas spanked her. Then they wouldn’t have to get a babysitter and go park like tonight.

Marie had worked up a sweat before she’d felt Jennifer was well punished. Her butt was a deep red with a hint of purple and she’d generally stopped kicking and yelling so much. “Ok, get your butt in the corner until we are ready to take you home. And keep your hands on your head and those panties in your mouth,” Marie said as she helped Jennifer off her lap. Marie watched Jennifer walk over to the corner of the bedroom before she headed off to check on the kids and find Thomas.

Jennifer cried lightly in the corner while her mind raced. How could she be so brazen? Oh, her butt ached. As did her pussy. Mike didn’t finish the job. But her father surely would with her butt when she got home. Get in trouble at school or work and get in trouble at home was her parents philosophy. It meant she’d be touching her toes for the paddle before bed tonight. Eighteen swats on her already sore bottom was going to be rough. Maybe she could sneak by her parents tonight. It’d at least put off her punishment tomorrow.

Marie returned to the bedroom to summon Jennifer downstairs. Thomas had just returned from taking Mike home and would walk Jennifer back to her house. “Come on, lets get you home before it gets too late,” Thomas said as he opened the door for Jennifer. Jennifer paused before walking outside with her panties and shorts still in her mouth. She pleaded with him through big, puppy-dog eyes to let her remove the gag, but Thomas just pointed outside. It was hopeless, she’d have to keep them in her mouth, and he’d make sure her parents found out, then she’d be getting the paddle.

Thomas walked slightly behind Jennifer as they covered the block and a half between their homes. Thomas had to give her a little bit of a nudge to get her up the sidewalk to her front door. She could see the lights on in the living room, meaning her parents were clearly still awake. Once they made it to the front door, Thomas gave a solid knock to announce their presence. After a little rustling inside, Jennifer’s father opened the door, shocked to see Jennifer and Mr. Featherstone standing there.

“Into the living room now young lady!” Jennifer’s father told her then looked up at Thomas, “What did she do?”

“Marie and I caught Mike going down on her in our living room this evening.”

“I’m soo sorry she behaved so badly. I’m going to make sure she won’t be thinking about repeating such for quite some time.”

“Oh, Marie already introduced her backside to our hairbrush. I hope you don’t mind,” Thomas stated casually.

“No no, I’d have been surprised if she hadn’t. But we have a rule around her, if they get in trouble outside home, they get in trouble at home also.”

“Understandable. I’ll let you get to Jennifer. Have a good night.” Thomas said as he backed off the porch.

“Good night, and sorry again.”

“It’s ok. Teenagers will be teenagers.” Thomas said smiling as he walked away.

Jennifer’s dad closed and locked the door before returning to the living room. Jennifer bent over and holding her ankles, waiting for him. Her reddened butt was pointing upwards, with the paddle sitting on it. Her mom even made her keep her panties in her mouth while bent over.

“Jennifer, Jennifer, Jennifer. How could you let a guy go down at you, especially while babysitting. We raised you better than that,” her father said as he picked up the paddle.

“You need to learn to think first. Now you’ll get one set for getting in trouble at work.”

Her father took a stance off to her right before tapping the paddle a couple of times on her bare butt. The first tap caused her to jump slightly.

CRACK! “waagghhhhhhffff!” Jennifer cried into her gag. The impact carried her butt forwards a little bit causing her to slightly wobble.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Jennifer’s father laid the swats on hard and fast, until Jennifer finally stumbled forward from the force of the impacts. He gave her a few moments to regain her balance and absorb some of the effects of the paddle.

CRACK! “ggrrrfffff!” Jennifer stumbled forward a little again. He father then ushered her back into place with his left hand, then left it in the small of her back, preventing her from stumbling forward.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Her father laid the swats on fast again, counting them off in his head as he went along “7…8….9…10…11…12.”

“Six more, then you are to go straight up to bed.”

CRACK! “grraapphhfff!” The swat landed right at the bottom of her butt cheeks. The pain caused Jennifer to collapse her knees a little and squat down for a second before returning to position.

CRACK! Jennifer shifted her legs against each other this time, which rubbed within her crotch. She hadn’t noticed it before, but she was very excited down there. It must’ve been because Mike didn’t finish, she thought.

CRACK! The pain radiated straight through her butt to the front, increasing her arousal.

CRACK! Jennifer cried out of habit, but was considerably more focused on her arousal now. She could now feel her wetness on her lips and it scarred, yet excited her more that her parents might realize.

CRACK! The paddle delivered an equal amount of pain and pleasure to the confused girl.

CRACK! “GGGGGRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFF!” IT must’ve been the last swat Jennifer thought since it was twice as hard as the previous ones.

“Ok, off to bed you go,” Jennifer mother said as she help her stand up. “And we do not want any more of this behavior, got it?” She said as she removed the gag.

“Yes ma’aaam!” Jennifer barely made out before humbly leaving the room. Jennifer scampered as fast has her tender bottom would allow up the stairs and to her room. She had one hand locking the door while the other went straight for her crotch. She dived face first onto the bed without removing her right hand. After the first moan escaped her lips, she bit down on her teddy bear’s leg to gag herself. Teddy had always there to make her feel safe when she was scared or nervous, but now he had another job.

The Perfect Tutor for Lauren

“Damn that is fine, esssttt.” I said after taking a strong pull the glass of single-malt scotch.

“You’ll never fuckin guess what happened last week. I was finishing up office hours and in came this hot little blonde from my morning lecture. I couldn’t believe I’d never noticed her before. She is smoking hot, and it turns out dumb as a brick.” Jimmy related while John collected the cards.

John finished shuffling and dealt out a pair to each of us as Jimmy continued. “I tell her to sit down and she starts asking about her last test and how can she improve her grade. I’m keeping my head down and not stare directly at her tits because when she got closer, it became very apparent she didn’t have anything on under the white blouse, which by the way had to be 2 sizes too small.” Jimmy took a sip of his whiskey before continuing. “After 5 minutes of her trying to find ways to increase her test score, I realize her left hand was below the desk the whole time. We get to the end of the test and the only grading mistakes were actually already in her favor, so I tell her the only way she can raise her grade is to do better on the final exam and that she should go to the TA’s office hours every week and get help catching up. This clearly upsets her so she thinks for a moment then stands up in a huff. Turns out, she’d been undoing the buttons on her blouse with every time I told her she wouldn’t get more points on a question. Then when I told her to study more, she had to do the same with her skirt, cause when she stood up, all she had on was a red thong.”

“Damn, you lucky jackass,” John commented. “Larry, you go big blind.”

“Oh, Adam was just as lucky. He stepped in from our anteroom 10 seconds before she stood up. He got a nice view of her ass. When he cleared his throat she freaked. She turned beet red before grabbing her books, bag and jacket and was gone. It did give me a nice view of her ass. Just as perky as her tits.”

I tossed in a couple chips then said “Call.” The rest of the guys followed suit, so John dealt out three cards face up.

“That definitely beats my story.” Steve said.

I finished off my glass then thought, hell, why not. “Well, I got you both beat. You all know in college I was a TA my senior year. I also lived in the dorms that year, mostly because of the scholarship, but some out of laziness.”

“Mostly laziness,” Steve chipped in, garnering a chuckle from everyone else.

“Yea. hehe. So, a couple of weeks I realize one of my students living in the same dorm as I. No big deal. A week later, I find out she lives on the girl’s side of the floor. That could make things interesting, but I didn’t participate much in floor activities so she probably wouldn’t even notice. A week or two goes by and the first test occurs. Well, Lauren, the student’s name, failed it.”

——

The dorm was oddly quiet for a Saturday. Well bombing on the gridiron does create a sullen mood. ESPN College Game day pundit could mention enough about how overrated our team was to get blown out by the #2 team in the nation. No shit Sherlock. It sounded like some of the dumb shit I was reading in these lab reports. Well I was probably going to need another glass of Captain and Coke to help them pass. They surely needed it.

KNOCK! KNOCK! “Did someone just knock at my door?” I though to myself. The clock at the VCR read 10PM. Maybe someone found a party. I tossed the lab reports on my desk then went over to the door. I open the door to find Lauren standing at the door in a pink robe and matching bunny slippers with her test and book in hand. I knew better but the alcohol said cute 5’3″ blonde with a nice rack, to let her in. I took a few steps back and she closed the door behind her.

No sooner had I sat down did she launch in to this big spiel about how she did so well in physics in high school and how she was really smart and couldn’t understand how she did so bad on the test. I’m not sure if it was the alcohol or her being so adorable, but I offered to go through the test with her and see if we could correct some misconceptions, etc. By the end of the second page I noticed she couldn’t keep still.

Being the smart ass I was, I got up to grab one of those little pillows off my bed and asked “So which sorority are you rushing?”

“Hu?” was her response. I turned around and handed over the pillow. Her expression went from puzzled to pure embarrassment in a second.

“Ah, thank-you,” she mumbled as she took the pillow and slid it under her bottom.

“So… then?” I asked. I knew a couple of the sororities paddled pledges for bad grades, but couldn’t think of any other reason why.

“Ah…hmmm…mom found out about the test score,” Lauren mumbled looking down at the floor. I had to cover my mouth to stop from laughing. A college freshmen getting spanked by mommy.

“You seriously got spanked by your mom for a bad grade. Wow.”

The took my hand in hers and plead with me “Please don’t tell anyone! It’s soo embarrassing!” How could I refuse those big puppy-dog eyes. I shrugged like your secret is safe with me. Her smile started to return. “Also…would you be willing to me my tutor? My parents will pay you.” She blurted out.

I was still a little shocked by the whole spanking thing that I didn’t think much about it. “Ah, ok.”

She jumped up and hugged me. “Thank-you so very very much!” she blabbered. After a few moments I gently pushed her back so we could finish going through the test. It turns out the robe’s tie had loosened up so much, that when she stepped back, the front of her robe swung open reveling a long t-shirt and nothing else. “Ekks” she shrieked before trying to get the robe tied again.

I chucked, “A little revealing for a tutoring session?” I joked.

Lauren took it seriously. “Please don’t tell my mom! I’ll get the paddle! The terry cloth just feels better on my bottom.”

I was thinking a little faster this time. “Why shouldn’t I, it is quite inappropriate for a young lady to visit a gentleman’s room this late at night, especially being so scandalously dressed.” I was laying it on thick just for the hell of it.

“I’m sorry. It is wrong and I guess I do deserve to get spanked for it.” Lauren said.

“Yea, you do.” I responded, trying my best not to laugh.

“The paddle hurts soo much on a sore bottom, I won’t be able to sit all next week.” Lauren shuffled her feet a little on the floor while pouting. She then got an idea, ” Uunless… and its completely up to you…. if you tell Mom that you spanked me she won’t do it again. Will you, PLEASSSSEEE!”

“So you want me to spank you instead of your mom?” I was starting to think this was all a dream. I had been drinking since lunch.

Her expression sank again, “Ah I meant to just tell her you spanked me, not actually do it. But that would be lying. sorry I even mentioned it. I just tell Mom the truth and get it over with. Well unless he actually does it.”

Lauren paced back and forth, talking herself into having me spank her. “Then I won’t have to tell Mom. But that’d be soo embarrassing. Girl he already saw all of you. Well probably. And you bottom isn’t that big of a deal. He is kindof cute. It won’t be that bad. Yes, lets get it done with right now.” She turned towards me then asked, “So will you do it, spank me?”

The alcohol and hormones were definitely speaking when I said “Sure!” Spanking a cute girl, damn right I would.

“Thank-you.” She hugged me again. “So how do you want me?”

How should I know, I’d never spanked someone before. “Ah, how would you mom do it?”

“Either over her lap or me bending over my desk or bed.”

“Ah, how about over my lap?”

“Ok, do you have a hairbrush or something?”

A hairbrush? “Ah yea.” I reached into the shower caddy on top of my dress, pulling out a narrow, wooden hairbrush.

“Like this?” Why did she want to brush her hair right now?

She lightly bit her lower lip communicating loud enough to get through the alcohol buzz that it was not intended for her head. “That’ll work… but please don’t give me more than one set.”

“Set?”

“set of 18, my age.”

“Ah” I said taking out the desk chair then sitting down. She moved up next to my right knee before letting the robe fall. She looked cute and sexy standing there in an oversized Minnie Mouse t-shirt. She laid herself across my lap, then slide forward until her bottom was pointed upwards. Her shift slide down her back, revealing lightly marked bottom. She clearly had gotten a good spanking not too long ago. Each cheek had a reddish-blue bruise in the center and was light pink. I didn’t know what to say. I sat there, rock hard with a cute co-ed over my lap asking to be spanked. “Ready?”

“Yes sir.” She said softly.

Wack! “AHH!” I brought the hairbrush lightly down on her bottom.

“Ah, too hard?”

“No sir, much easier than my mom. Just a little tender.”

“Oh ok. Do you want me to easier?”

“No, no, no… it won’t be a real spanking then Mom would give me another one.”

“Ah ok. How about this?”

Wack! “EEK! Better sir.” Damn I was being criticized by the girl I was spanking. I’m manly enough to know what that meant.

WACK! “AAhhhhhhh! One!” I used about half my strength to lay into her bottom. She didn’t complain, just counted, and one at that. I guess 17 more like that.

WACK! “EEEEKKKKSSS! Sniff… twoo.” She shrieked.

WACK! “OOOUUUEEEE! snif sniff three.”

WACK! “grrphh…. sniff four.” The odd garbled noise confused me so I looked down only to see her biting down on her left index finger. I guess she thought she was making too much noise.

WACK WACK WACK! I continued on until she finally said eighteen.

I sat the brush down on my desk and took in the fineness of her behind. A slight film of moisture shimmered off these perfect peaches. I couldn’t help myself, I had to touch her bottom. I brushed a pair of fingers over the reddest areas, making the slightest of contact. I felt more heat radiating off than actual skin. A light moan escaped her lips as the arch of her back grew upwards, reaching for my touch. A slow wiggle of her hips indicated
their success, and more contact. I brushed back and forth, drawing slow circles and a couple louder moans. She hadn’t complained, so I ventured a little trip off her summits, and down the bottom side of her right cheek where it meet her thigh.

“Yeeeaaaa,” she moaned.

“The little scamp was getting off on me massaging her bottom,” I thought, “Lets see how much farther I can go.” I migrated back up the hill, bring all 4 of my finger tips firmly in contact with her bottom. Another moan was all the confirmation I needed. My left hand joined its partner in crime, and gently massaging her with one cheek per hand.

“Aahhhhhhhhhuuupppp,” she sucked in a large deep breath. “Thats it! Harder! Don’t stop!” Her hip roll was more defined now, while her legs had parted from the vice like clamp exhibited during her spanking.

I picked up the pace a little bit, more aggressively kneading her bottom and occasionally slightly parting it. The latter slurped the wetness of her most intimate area together, freeing a light wafting of musky feminine smell. It had the sweetness of a rose mixed with an equal part of raw sexual desire. I so wanted to taste her, to lick her, to fuck her brains out. All the wiggling, the rubbing, the humping had built me rock hard. I needed her!

I focused on rubbing up and down her bottom, with my fingers stopping in the crease between cheek and tight. Each upward stroke, I closed by fingers together, then splayed them out as went back south. Little by little they neared each other, and Lauren’s rose I so coveted. Lauren started rocking her hips in sync with hands, trying to draw more contact. More touch. More sensation, More pleasure. And create louder moans.

I tried reducing the firmness of my touch at the upwards peak, but she would have none of it. My second attempt was greeted with her lifting up to draw more contact. Each stroke I pulled away a little more, then drive back downwards, pushing her Mons into my tight. This drew a deep moanful breath from her as I ground her into my thigh.

Over, and over and over. Finally she reached the upper limit of her finger tips and toes. I held her there for a moment, dancing across her redden bottom. She wiggled and rocked her hips, anything to get a little bit higher. I finally gave it to her, driving one hand down each mound and into the valley between. I didn’t stop until I ran all the way through her slit and across the treasures it protected.

This caused the damn to break, releasing her into the throws of ecstasy. “YYYYYYEEEEEAAAAAAAA!” she screamed as I danced my middle finger over her clit. I held onto her hips with my left hand, preventing her from bouncing onto the floor. I couldn’t resist keeping it up until she was out of energy and just twitched with each touch.

I removed my right hand to find my fingers glistening with her lubricant with a narrow strand of fluid led back to it source. Her breathing slowed to a light pant. She was clearly not going anywhere for a few moments. I saw no better place than her butt to wipe my fingers clean. My fingers painted a clear picture of sex across her bottom.

when she regained her faculties, she slide off my lap and into a kneeling position at my feet. She had the most irresistible naughty angel look across her face. “Can I thank you?” she coyed.

I nodded, not sure where she was going with this. I sat back and let her do what ever she wanted.

She reached up, making quick work of my jean’s button a zipper. She gave a slight gasp as I sprung free, my boxer-briefs offering no resistance. She moved up onto her knees, allowing her to lean in close. She stared for a moment, like she had never seen a real cock before. Her tongue make a quick lick of her lips before she planted a light kiss on the head. I couldn’t believe I didn’t cum that instant. Or rather anytime before then. Oh yea, the alcohol.

She reached out and lightly ran a finger down one side while she looked on quizzically. A light touch to my balls then she planted another kiss, and another. She attitude shifted from curious to playful with a long lick from the base to the tip, taking a couple drops of precum with her. Her next lick ended with her engulfing my entire head while grabbing a hold of the shaft’s base. Her tongue swirled around, bringing life to my hips. She bobbed up and down a couple of times before removing all but the head from her mouth. Looking up at me started sucking, harder and harder like she was trying to suck the life out of me. I knew she’d be reward very shortly. When I just thought she’d run out of air, she refocused her efforts, bobbing, sucking, swirling, all in a wonderful collage.

“I’m going cum!” I moaned as I brought my hands over to rest on her shoulders.

Lauren either didn’t hear me or didn’t care, because she kept on swirling her tongue about while sucking. I couldn’t resist any longer and let go, shooting deep into her throat. It turned out to be the former, because she instantly started gagging and pulled off my cock. I didn’t stop. Wave after wave crashed over her, covering her lips, nose then forehead.

She sputtered while blinking and trying to shake off the shock. A couple droplets of cum flew off, landing on the futon and rug. She got up, grabbing a tissue from behind the futon to wipe off her face. I was returning to earth when she noticed the wet spots. A small spot marked the futon covering, and another on the rug. A third, much larger spot wet my right thigh, right where she’d been a few minutes earlier. She blushed deeply and grabbed a fresh tissue.

“I’m sorry, let me clean it up!” She hurried to try and dabbed up the wetness, thinking it would stain or something.

“It’s ok, its ok.” I comforted.

“Oh. Let me wash them for you.” She said, sitting back onto the futon. She had completely forgot about the evening’s previous activities, until her bare bottom dragged across the course material of the futon cover. “Ouch.”

she yelped and hopped up. She gave a perturbed look and rubbed some of the pain away.

Everything was quiet for a moment. I sitting there unsure want had really transpired and her standing before me in just a Minnie Mouse night shirt, rubbing her sore bottom.

“I hope you’ll still be my tutor,” she finally broke the silence.

“Yea….”

“YAY!” she jumped on my lap, giving me big bear hug. “I didn’t know if I messed it up or something.” she coyed.

“No, not at all.”

“Good, because your a really good teacher.” she buried her head into my chest while I held on to her.

So peaceful. So relaxing. So fucking spectacular! I started thinking over the spanking, the ‘massage’, the blow job. So damn sexy, I wanted more. Down below agreed, coming back to life.

I’m not sure if it was the poke from down below or not, but sudden Lauren glanced up at the clock then jumped up.

“Cramp! It’s almost 11. I have to get to bed!” She pulled on her robe, making sure the sash was firmly knotted then picked up her test and books. “Grrr. we didn’t get to finish going through my test. Can we go through the rest after lunch tomorrow?”

“Sure.”

She got halfway to the door before spinning around, “You won’t spank me again, will you?”

“Only when your naughty,” I responded. And I surely hoped that was very soon.

She gave a shrug and replied, “Fair enough. See you tomorrow!” She opened the door and took off back to her room.

I closed the door behind her, smiling as I knew no one suspected what was really below that robe.

——

“Damn you son of a bitch!” John declared. “You can’t compare to that Jimmy!”

“I now wish I’d TA’d as an undergrad. Students now think a little T&A will get them an A.” Jimmy responded. “But

the real question is, did you ever tap that ass?”

“Oh yea, but that story’s for next time boys! All in!” I’d just made the straight flush on the river and I knew

Steve sat there with a flush. I was going home $60 wealthier.