Busty Babes 1/Busty Babes - Vol 1.iso/stories/spanks.txt

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Naughty Cindy - Spanks for the memories.
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The day started out as most of them did.  I awoke to find Cindy
at my groin.  She looked up at me with her 'what me' smile,
and proceeded to fellate me until she knew I could hold back
no longer.  She then pinched the head of my penis hard, and
slowly climbed out of bed.  'What's going on?' I asked,
she just smiled, and walked away.  I was not happy, but since
I was already late for work, I decided to say no more about it.

That afternoon I arrived home and wasn't surprised to see Cindy
naked on the chesterfield watching television.  She never was a
big one for clothes, and dumped them as soon as possible.  The
mornings events had been forgotten and I sat down beside her,
admiring her creamy white complexion and the way her hair fell
all over her back.   She suddenly jumped up, ran over to the
television, switched it off, came back over and lay back down
on the chesterfield.  This time with her legs across my lap.  I
started rubbing my hands across her ass, remembering how horny I
was this morning and sensing that this might be a chance to make
up for lost time. Nothing was said for a while, she just lay
there, and I continued stroking her ass thinking about what
I'd really like to be doing to her.  Then she threw her head
around, looked me straight in the eye, and said 'Spank me.'     I
almost fell off the chair. this had long been a fantasy of mine,
but I never for a second thought that she would entertain my
'perverse' desires.   'Please, spank me' she said again, and
slowly moved up the chesterfield so her ass was front and center
on my lap.  This was too good a chance to miss, so I leaned over
to her ear, and quietly whispered 'No, get dressed, we're going
shopping'.  She seemed startled but quickly got up and pulled
on her jeans and top.

We drove downtown and I stopped in at one of the local department
stores.  The one thing that Cindy refused to do was wear mini
skirts.  She said she found them degrading, and flatly refused.
As you may guess, we headed straight for the ladies department.
"Put this on" I said, handing her a short jean miniskirt.   'She
just looked at me, removed the skirt from my hands and headed off
to the change room.  Not a word was said.  This was slowly
becoming better and better.  She returned wearing the skirt, but
looked ridiculous in her beat up running shoes and ankle socks, so
next we picked up a pair of sheer white pantihose for her, and
while she went to put those on, I bought her a pair of red pumps.
Now she was starting to look like the woman I had fantasized about
ever since we were married.  And what's more, she seemed to like
her new image, she walked with a 'certain air.'  But the best part
was yet to come.  Next we went to the mens wear area. "What are we
doing here?" she asked, but I just led her by the hand to the
pants section.  "You said you wanted to be spanked, You're not
going to forget this one"  I said with a voice which didn't sound
like my own.  Shaky, yet authoritative.  We walked up to a belt
display and I asked her to pick one out.  She immediately realized
why she was choosing one, and stepped backwards.  "You pick, or I
pick" I said.  She walked over, and started flicking through the
various belts.  Feeling each one, trying to push the thicker
leather ones to the back.  When I was in school the teachers all
used to keep thick brown leather belts in their desk drawers.  I
had always dreamed, but never thought I'd see the day when I too
would command 'The Strap'.  Finally she picked up a fairly heavy
black leather one, and looked at me for approval.  "Let's go" I
said, as we walked to the checkout.  The girl at the cash register
put everything in a bag, but when we left the store I removed the
belt and told her to carry it.  "Hold it and think about what it
will be doing in 15 minutes" I said. And we walked toward the car.

Cindy was strangely quiet all the way home.  She usually was a
chatterbox, but this time she just sat looking at the belt in her
lap.  running it through her fingers and looking over at me.  When
I stopped the car she made quite a visible jump.  We walked into
the house and I sat down and turned the television on.  She didn't
know what to expect.  She sat on the chair opposite, still holding
the belt, and making sure I got quite an eyeful of her panties
under the mini.   After about 30 minutes I walked into the dining
room, and called for Cindy to join me.  Our dining room was
recently furnished due to an aunts passing, and the furniture is
all wood, high backed chairs.  Cindy walked into the room and
stared.  She just couldn't figure out what was happening. "Earlier
today you asked me to spank you, correct?" I asked, "Yes," she
said in a very quiet voice.  "I'm now going to do just that.  Will
it be hard or soft?" she didn't reply.  "Hard or soft" I
repeated.  "Hard" she whispered, and I could see by the look in
her eye that this was going to be something we were both never
going to forget.

Cindy handed me the black leather belt and stood there, looking
like a lost soul.  I doubled the belt and held it in one hand,
tapping it on my thigh.  "Bend over the back of that chair and
grab the arm rests" I ordered.  She quickly complied.  I then
pulled up the back of her skirt and tucked it into the seam.  I
just couldn't believe my eyes, here was the woman I loved more
than life itself, bent over our dining room chair preparing to be
spanked like a 12 year old.

I rubbed my hand across her crotch, and wasn't surprised to find
her sopping wet.  I eased a finger under her panties and started
playing with her clit.  She let out a gasp when the finger managed
to make it's way into her love hole.   "Please, spank me now" she
gasped, and who was I to refuse.  I slid her panties down her legs
and left them around her knees.  That was always the way I had
imagined I was going to do it, and now it was happening.  I stood
back, admired my handiwork once more, pulled my arm back, and felt
a shiver as the belt cracked over Cindy's ass.  She let out a
squeal.  Not too loud, but loud enough that we both knew she was
getting what she wanted.  I lifted my arm again, again, the belt
came down across her ass.  There was already an outline from the
first swat, and I placed the second neatly beside it.  Again and
again the belt came down and again and again she let out squeal
after squeal.

After about 15 or 20 swats she started sobbing.  I didn't mind
this game, but I didn't want her crying so I stopped.  "No, please
don't" she cried "Please, don't stop.  I've been a bad girl
and I need to be punished."  and with that I proceeded to fulfill
her request with another 15 or 20 swats.  Words cannot express how
much I relished the feel of the leather in my hands, nor the
satisfaction I received listening to the swish beside me, then the
crack as the strap came down across both buttocks.  I had slowed
down the pace now, watching as the red line slowly rose from her
ass, and trying to find a part which wasn't that exciting shade of
red yet.  When her ass was glowing redder than the worst sunburn
I've ever seen, I stopped.  She turned around, and was all over me
like a woman gone mad.  She almost threw me down on the floor,
while reaching for my cock.  Then she went down on it and she
was indeed a woman gone mad.  Unfortunately the excitement was
more than I could take, and the first time around didn't last too
long.  She wasn't about to give up though.  I'm no stud, and am
usually quite happy to 'shoot my load' and leave
it at that, but not this time.

We had sex in every possible way imaginable, and a few which I
don't think I could imagine to this date.  There is no feeling in
the world like entering from behind and looking down at a red ass
which you know you were responsible for.

Ever since that first 'episode' Cindy gets spanked on a regular
basis.  I wondered in the beginning if it might be considered
'abuse'  but since she asks for it, and we both relish so much
pleasure from it, my coincidence is pretty clear.  I still have
second thoughts, but when Cindy comes out of the bedroom in the red
pumps and miniskirt, walks up to me, hands me the belt, and drapes
herself across my lap, my "Moral" thoughts  are the last thing on
my mind !