Adult Image Library 1/Adult_Image_Library_Volume_1.iso/stories/alyse.txt

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Alyse caught my eye at the antique show.  Although I didn't really
go out of my way to do so, we kept running into each other,
exchanging quick glances.  She had a smile that was magical--a
naughty little smile that meant mischief--yet so subtle she could
easily deny ever having "lead me on."  Yet I must confess it was
those two perfect buns that caused me to give her a second glance.
Her tight jeans left nothing to the imagination--the curves were
flawless, particularly at the "sit spot" where cheeks meet thighs.
And those jeans exhibited just the right amount of wear at that
sexy "sit spot" to produce a bull's eye.  I imagined the concentric
circles of target, and what fun it would be to watch those buns
wiggle as I smacked them!

She knew exactly what she was doing.  When I came by, she would
cast a quick glance, and bend over slightly, examining some
object.  She didn't look back at me until she had finished
examining the antique.  Once, she grabbed her knees to examine a
chair closely.  Sometimes she'd do a little "dance" while feigning
interest in a piece for sale.

While she went thru her little ritual, I happened to notice an old
razor strap for sale.  I picked it up and examined it.  She
immediately reacted, and came over to the table.  She took her
time, stopping to handle an object enroute.  Very nonchalant.
Certainly not chasing after me!  She gave me one of those glances,
flashed that naughty smile, and asked, "What do you plan to do with
that?"  I was lost for words--rare for me!  "I like leather," was
my reply.

We chatted briefly about antiques.  And she mentioned that today
was her birthday--she was 23.  She looked 23, except for those eyes
and that smile.  They betrayed a depth of character hidden by her
cheerleader like features.  I suggested we have lunch after looking
around a bit.  She agreed, and we spent about an hour looking at
antiques, chatting, and thoroughly enjoying one another's company.
But I couldn't keep my eyes off those buns, and although she
pretended not to notice the glances I stole while she looked at
antiques, I knew she knew.

Looking at antique kitchen implements was a real trip.  There were
paddles and cutting boards galore.  As I picked each up, I
considered its potential application as a spanking implement.
Specifically, I imaging whacking Alyse with each.  She picked up
one paddle, almost caressing it.  "I want this one," she said.
"Why don't you buy it for me?"  She sounded like a little girl.
I couldn't believe it.  It was a perfect spanking paddle.  Looking
back, I couldn't help but wonder what other people thought when
they saw me carrying a razor strap, and Alyse with that paddle!
No one said anything...and the clerk at the store didn't even
flinch when I bought them both.

 We made our way to a restaurant, and talked about many things.
Alyse was a commercial artist, single, and had broken up with a
boyfriend six months ago.  She liked antiques and good food.
Her relationships were short lived.  "I guess I'm just a naughty
girl," she explained.  "No man can tame me!"  I was going crazy.
She hadn't mentioned spanking, but sure seemed to be begging for
it.  I thought I'd venture carefully into the subject.  A harmless
remark she could ignore or respond to.  "Sounds like you need a
birthday spanking, Alyse!" I ventured.  "Hah!  The last one I had
was my on my 18th birthday.  And you know what?  It hurt like hell
but sure turned me on!"

That was it.  No persuasion was necessary.  We headed for my
apartment, stopping to purchase a bottle of champagne.  At my
apartment, we started drinking the champagne.  We laughed, talked,
and told our life stories.  Then, suddenly, her mood changed.
Alyse began mocking me.  Her remarks were punctuated with that
naughty smile.  And as she paced around the living room, I watched
her bottom bounce.  It was time to administer the spanking her
attitude and our fantasies deserved.

"Young lady, you are my guest, and although it is your birthday, I
expect a modicum of respect and consideration."  She repeated, in a
mocking tone, "respect and consideration!"  That was it.  I grabbed
her firmly but gently by the arm.  "Alyse, you've needed a good
spanking for a long time, and today you're going to get it!"
"I'm too big to spank!" she protested, pulling away.  I made my
move, pulling her across my lap.  She pretended to resist, trying
to protect her recalcitrant derriere with her hands.  I moved them
out of the way and held her down firmly.

She was mine!  Those gorgeous jean covered hemispheres would soon be
bouncing to the cadence of my smacks!  I decided to take my time,
and relish each moment.  She struggled less.  I adjusted her
position so that her sexy little tush was a perfect target, and we
were positioned crotch to crotch.  "Please don't spank me hard,"
she cooed.  I couldn't stand it!  I gently rubbed my hand over her
ass, evaluating the nature of my target.  She reflexly contracted
her cheeks briefly, then relaxed them again.  I rested my hand on
her bottom, and delivered a short lecture.  "Alyse, you're going to
get 24 spanks on the seat of your jeans, one for each year and one
to grow on.  You are to remain still, and take your spanking.  If
you resist or move, your jeans will come down, and you'll find out
what a spanking is really all about!"

She said nothing.  I took a practice swing, stopping short of my
target.  Then, aiming for the "sit spot" prepared to deliver the
first lick.  Raising my hand, I brought it crashing down on those
voluptuous melons with full force, adding a flick of my wrist
moments before impact.  SSSSSSSSSSSSSPPPPPPPPPPPPAAAAAANNNNNNKKK!

My ears were treated to the sharp report of the smack, and a sharp
"ouch!" from Alyse.  She didn't move a muscle, but waited for the
next lick.  She didn't have to wait long.  Aiming for the same
spot, I delivered the second swat. SSSSSSSSSPPPPPPPPPAAAAAANNNNK!
She didn't flinch.  I decided to up the tempo.

 SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!  Three quick licks to the left cheek!
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!  Three to the right!  No reaction from Alyse.
"That's eight, young lady!  Sixteen more to go!"  "It tickles,"
she teased, wiggling her bottom seductively as if trying to adjust
her position.  That's all I needed.  I grabbed the paddle placed
strategically within reach.

"You wanted this paddle, Alyse, and now you're going to find out
how well it works!  You will get eight swats with the paddle!
We'll see if you think that tickles!"  I bounced the paddle
teasingly on her butt, and would up like Casey at the bat, taking a
practice swing.  The next one would be for real.  I decided to
give her three sets of two.  Each set would be fast and hard, with
a brief pause between sets.  TTTHHHHHHHHHHWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAKKKK!
TTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAKKKKK!  "That hurts!" exclaimed
Alyse matter-of-factly.

At least I was starting to make an impression.  Time for two more.
WWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKK!
WWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCKKKKKKKK!
Alyse recoiled reflexly.  "Shit!" she howled.  I was on the right
track.  A brief pause.  WWWHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCKKKKKKK!  Two
WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHAAAAAACCCCCCCKKKKKK!  Two more paddle
whacks to go!  WWWWWWWWWWWWWWHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCKKKKKKKK!
WWWWWWHHHHHAAAAAAACCCCKKKKKK!  Alyse was quivering, rubbing against
my crotch.  This was heaven.  I knew I'd come if I didn't do
something soon!

I put the paddle aside.  I ordered Alyse up, to her surprise.  She
had no idea this was just round one.  I picked up the razor strap,
cracking it lightly into my palm.  "Alyse, you have eight more
licks in this spanking, and you're going to get them with the
strap!  You are to go over to the chair, bend over it, and take
your licks without moving."  She obeyed, sticking her rear out,
wiggling it, and settling into position.  I was an expert with the
strap, and decided to lay all eight stripes on in one smooth, slow,
rhythmic session.

CCCCCCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK!!!
CCCCCCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK!!!
CCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKK!!!
CCCCCCCCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!

Alyse was breathing heavily.  Her legs buckled with the fourth
stroke, but she stayed in position.  I didn't believe that her last
spanking was five years ago.  She couldn't possibly have taken all
of this without some recent toughening...even thru blue jeans!
I continued, maintaining cadence.

 CCCCCCCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCKKKKKKKK!
"OOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW" Alyse suddenly yelped.  My adrenalin was
flowing.  I laid into her buns with another lick.
CCCCCCCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCKKKKKK!
"PPPPLLLEEEAAAASSSSSSSSEEEEE!" she pleaded.  She was starting to
submit.  "Two more, young lady!"
CCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCKKKKKKK!
The strap bit in to her derriere once again.  Her legs bucked, but
this time was silent.  "That's 23, Alyse!  Now one to grow on!"
CCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKK!

She stood up.  No tears, but the look of innocence replaced that
naughty smirk.  She embraced me, and started nibbling my neck.
"Please," she whispered.  "Spank me some more."  I could hardly
contain myself.  Without a word, she started unbuttoning my shirt
and undressing me.  And off came the jeans and panties, without a
cue.  She went over to the chair, and bent over.  Not a word was
uttered.  I picked up the strap, and announced that she would get
24 more spanks, 8 with the belt, 8 with the paddle, and finally 8
across my lap with the palm!  "Yes, sir!" she cooed.

Her bare bottom was a testimonial to my skill!  Crisscrossing her
buns, from the curvaceous bottom of each cheek, to the top of each
globe, were light red parallel strap stripes.  These were
superimposed over a pink background from the broad paddle and hand
spanking.  I was proud of my work, and ready to continue!

I swung the strap, aiming for the sit spot. WWWWWWWWHHHHAAAAACCKK!
I held back a bit to see how Alyse would react.  After all, this
was a bare ass I was strapping.  No reaction.  WWWWWWWHHHHHAAAACCK!
Same spot.  No reaction.  I decided to escalate the intensity.
WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKK!
"YYEEOOWWWW!"  AHA!  The sound of success!
WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCKKKKKKKKK!
I paused briefly.  The next four would be hard and fast.  "Hold on,
Alyse.  These are going to be zingers!"  She adjusted her posture,
but said nothing.  I pride myself with leaving red marks, but no
bruises.  I was obviously doing a good job!

WWWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKK!
WWWWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKK!
WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCKKKKKK!
WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKK!

"Oooooooohhhhhhh!" she exclaimed in a tone unique to the
pleasure/pain mix of a committed bottom!  She stood up and gently
massaged her buns.  "Damn you're good!" she whispered.  "What
next?"  I picked up the paddle and pointed toward the chair.
She silently assumed the position.  "I'm sure getting wet!" was
stated as an afterthought.  I went to work with the paddle.  Four
licks across both cheeks, then 4 alternating, hard and fast!


CRAACCCCCKKKK!  CCCCCCRRRRRRAAAAAAACCCCKKKKK!  CCCCRRRRACCKKK!
CCCCCCCCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKK!
CCCCCCCRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCKKKK!   CCCCCCCRRRRRAAAACCCK!
CCCCCCCCCCRRRRAAACCKK!   CCCCCCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRAAAAAAACCCCKKK!

Tiny little blisters formed on her cheeks.  She stood up, and was
sobbing silently.  I took a kleenex and dried her tears.  I thought
about quitting, but her eyes and demeanor begged for more.  I sat
down in the chair which had just served as a "horse" for her
strapping and paddling.  "Over my knee" I ordered quietly.  Her
instant obedience signaled her desire for this last phase of round
two.  Few things are as intimate as an over-the-knee, bare bottomed
hand spanking.  And this was to be the finale--the transition from
the sensual to the sexual.

I rubbed her ass gently, and began the spanking.  The licks were
deliberate, yet a bond between us tempered their intensity.  I was
rock hard, and she was dripping wet.  SSSSSPPPPPAAAAANNKKKKKK!
SSSSSSSPPPPPPAAAAANNNNKKKK!  SSSSSSSSSPPPPPPPAAAAAANNK!  We were
both breathing hard.  SSSSSSSSSPPPPPPPPPPAAAAANNNNNNKKKKK!  My
heart started pounded.  She started thrusting and wiggling to meet
my hand.  SSSSSSSSSSSPPPPPPPPPPPPAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNKKK!
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH" she moaned.  I was starting
to lose it.  SSSSSSSSSSPPPPPPPPAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNKKK!  We were both
breathing heavy...hearts pounding in synchrony.
SSSSSSSSSPPPAAANNNNKKKKKKKK!    SSSSSSSSSSSSSSPPPPPPPPAAAAAANNNNKK!
We both came.  Motionless across my lap she whispered, "Damn you're
good!"

                            THE END
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