STORY: "Peach Gets A Visitor" (M/F, spanking, sex, etc.)
Stranger
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Under 18? GO AWAY!
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A few days ago, Peach inadvertantly posted a private e-mail message
that was intended for me. It contained all kinds of juicy information
including intimate references to her complicated love life, our
new-found affection for each other, my wife's formerly bald pussy,
fashion advice and other comments, some not even fair, about people
who belong to the SSS community. In addition, there were weird
references to a spanking story...
Since then, Peach has worked to right whatever wrongs were done to
others as a result of this mistake, and so have I. Also, most
unfortunately, she has stayed away from the newsgroup, hanging her
head in shame. Well, I can't allow this event to keep Peach away from
the newsgroup, which I know means a lot to her. But what can I do?
I have decided that the only thing which makes any sense whatsoever is
for me to give Peach a spanking. A serious spanking. As much as I
hate to do it, as you can well imagine, we have all read about the
cathartic effects of a good spanking and many here have related having
experienced this personally. I'm sure you would agree that Peach
should be able to experience this personally as well...
Although I am a very private person and really don't have an
exhibitionist bone in my body, I have also decided it would be best to
share her ordeal with the group, just to prove to everyone that she
has adequately paid for her mistake. Having done that, I think it's
only fair that she be allowed to rejoin the newsgroup with her head
held high, as always.
Peach... I forgive you!
...Stranger
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The following story contains physical violence as well as perverted
sex, psychological torture, magic potions, etc. If you are looking
for a nice romantic overlap spanking story, this isn't it. Please
don't read any further if this brief introduction even hints at the
possibility that you might be squicked.
This is written in what I believe is termed the second-person,
present-tense and is happening as you read it if you read it on Friday
night.
You've been warned...
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Peach Gets A Visitor
It's Friday night and you have the whole weekend to yourself. Taking
full advantage of this well-deserved and rare stretch of peace and
privacy, you're sitting at the computer, sipping a cup of
honey-sweetened hot tea and browsing another of the innumerable
flame-war posts from the soc.sexuality.spanking newsgroup.
{Ahhhh... This is the life.}
You're dressed comfortably in black stretch pants, a baggy T-shirt, no
bra. Your bare feet are tucked snugly under your legs as you open yet
another passionate post about someone else's poor writing ability.
The doorbell rings. Annoyed at this interruption, you get up to
answer it. Without even thinking about it, you open the door.
Standing there in your doorway is a particularly sexy looking man,
about 5'8", 175 lbs., brown hair, a short well-trimmed beard with a
few grays in it. He has very piercing dark eyes and stares directly
into yours. You figure he looks Italian...
"Yes?" you ask the stranger.
"Hello, Peach," he says with a knowing smile and walks right in.
"Who are you?" you ask, a little scared that this person would know
your anonymous online name, not to mention the fact that he would
barge right into your home uninvited like this.
Strangely, though, you're also a little excited...
"What do you think you're doing coming in here like this? I didn't
ask you in. Who are you and what do you want?" you demand, trying to
sound strong and assertive, although obviously frightened.
Still looking friendly and smiling in a completely non-threatening
way, he seems to pay no mind at all to your belligerent attitude.
"Don't you know who I am, Peach?" he asks, bemused.
"If you don't leave this minute, I'm calling the police," you
threaten, very worried now about the fact that he knows your online
name.
{Who *is* this guy?}
The telephone is in the kitchen. You are in the living room. He is
standing between you and the kitchen door. You know you'll never be
able to force your way through him to get to the phone...
"You're not calling anyone until I'm done with you, Peach," he says
with a disarming smile. For some strange reason, you're not even
really scared.
"What do you mean 'done with me?' Who do you think you are talking to
me like that? Get out of my house this instant!" you say, raising
your voice.
"You shouldn't have provoked me, Peach, and you shouldn't have posted
the goddamned e-mail," he says, still smiling calmly.
"Stranger?" you ask, incredulously.
He just smiles.
"B-b-but how did you find me?" you ask, still trying to come to terms
with the fact that he's here, now, in your *house*...
{Oh my *God*!}
"It wasn't so hard, Peach. I have a friend who works with a lot of
ISP's. Anonymous e-mail ID's aren't quite as anonymous as most people
think they are," he adds, smirking. "But that's not really so
important now, is it?" he asks, rhetorically. "What *is* important,
or at least it should be to you, is the fact that you are going to get
the spanking of your life tonight, Peach," he threatens, still relaxed
and smiling as if you are just two friends chatting about the weather.
"What?" you ask. "No, no, no! You have me all wrong, Stranger...
That's just my online persona! I'm not really into real-life
spanking. It's just a fantasy!" you say. "It was very sweet of you
to come over, but really, please leave now. I'm not who you think I
am. I'm sorry for any misunderstanding I may have caused. Just
please leave," you plead, hoping he'll buy it.
He doesn't.
"That's great, Peach. So you mean this will be your first real
spanking? Hey, that's really great!" he replies, to your utter
dismay.
As he says this, he begins to walk toward you. You back up. He
continues to press forward, somewhat menacingly but still smiling
calmly, showing no sign of anger at all. Unwittingly, you finally
find yourself backed into a corner, literally. You're actually *in*
the corner, your shoulders touching the two adjacent walls. He stands
close to you, pinning you in. You can smell each other's breath. He
stares into your eyes. You realize that he wears nice cologne...
You try to push him away, but you cannot. He grabs your wrists and
pins them to the corner above your head with one hand, pulling you
tightly to him with the other, and he kisses you, very, very deeply.
[And I mean *VERY* deeply...]
He breaks the kiss and leans back to look into your eyes, reaching up
to pinch one of your nipples through your T-shirt and forcing his
thigh between your legs.
You are breathless and, involuntarily, slightly aroused.
Using a hand on your shoulder, he roughly turns you around so that you
are facing the corner, your hands still held above your head. During
a brief struggle, he retrieves a short length of nylon rope from the
back pocket of his black jeans and ties your wrists together.
Noticing a plant hanging from a chain above your head, he removes the
plant and throws it over his shoulder onto the living room floor with
a crash, just missing the TV. Taking your tethered wrists in both
hands, he passes them over a hook at the end of the dangling chain.
Arms tied above your head, you make one final violent attempt, kicking
your leg backwards and aiming for his balls. Too quick for you, he
pins your legs between his own and, pushing your head into the corner,
slowly pulls your pants down to your knees. Your legs aren't free to
kick so dangerously anymore. In fact, you really can't kick at all...
He steps back and admires your helpless form.
[Ah, yes... I finally have you in my clutches, my little Peach...]
"My, what a pretty pair of panties you have there, Peach," he
mockingly remarks. They are mostly covered by the T-shirt, but he can
see flashes of them as you squirm and hopelessly try to buck free.
He quickly steps forward again and roughly grabs the top of your
T-shirt with both hands, stretching and then biting into the border in
the neckline, then violently tearing the shirt from your body in one
frightening motion and carelessly tossing the tattered remnants to the
floor.
"Ah, Peach... What beautiful white skin you have. And freckles, too!
How nice," he says, admiring the view from behind. He leans in, puts
his arm around your waist, and kisses you right in the middle of your
back before withdrawing again.
"And now I can see those pretty pink panties better. Thongs, too!
Oh, that's nice, Peach. Your ass is as smooth and plump and gorgeous
as I had hoped," he says, rubbing and squeezing it affectionately, a
happy tone in his deep voice.
[I'm going to just *love* spanking this woman...]
You are embarrassed by this talk, but remain silent. You are also
highly aroused...
"Turn around, Peach. I want to see your pretty little tits now," he
rudely orders.
"Fuck you!" you reply, arching your back and holding your head up
defiantly. Unfortunately, this pushes your bottom out somewhat.
[Oh, I love this defiant pose! Let's see what we can do to fix it...]
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! He delivers four very hard slaps, two
to each of your creamy white buttocks.
You yelp, both surprised and painfully stung at the same time.
He stands back again, pleased at the handprints now forming on your
buttocks, which aren't quite so white anymore...
"I said turn around, Peach," he calmly orders again.
"Fuck you!" you repeat, but not so convincingly.
"OK, Peach. Have it your way," he says. "You've had this coming for
a long time..."
After a few seconds, the silence is broken by the first in a series of
hard spanks.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
He spanks your cheeks alternately, using full swings that resound
loudly.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
You can't believe the pain.
{Wow. He doesn't *look* so strong, and his hands are actually pretty
smooth. But these spanks *burn*!}
Reaching in, he places his left hand on your lower belly, his pinky
just inside the waistband of your panties, and continues to spank you
with his right, his mouth grazing your left ear as he speaks
soothingly to you.
"You know, Peach <WHACK!> I'm kind of glad you decided to defy me
<WHACK! WHACK!> and didn't turn around when I told you to. <WHACK!
WHACK! WHACK!> It allows me to give you a hint of what happens
<WHACK! WHACK!> to naughty girls who <WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!>
disobey me. <WHACK! WHACK!> And you <WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!> are most
definitely <WHACK! WHACK!> a naughty girl <WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
WHACK!> who needs to be punished."
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
The hard spanks are taking their toll on your poor bottom, which has
already turned a deep shade of pink. With each one, you utter an
involuntary sound.
"Uh! Oh! Uh! Ungh! Ahhhh! Uh! Oh! Oh!"
Still, you haven't quite succumbed, and your back remains arched
defiantly, your head held high, nostrils flared, eyes and teeth
clenched shut.
Breathing into your ear, he doesn't stop spanking you or even slow
down. In fact, he begins to increase the force of the spanks, taking
nice full swings, each of which results in a loud meaty THWACK...
The intensity of the spanking continues to increase.
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
Worrying how much worse it can get, your tender buttocks already
burning with pain, your resolve begins to dissipate. Finally, you
make some whimpering noises and your back straightens, then your head
bows in resignation. Your ass is burning, and you know you are
soaking wet between your legs.
Once your body takes on this more submissive posture, and you begin to
whimper continuously, he stops spanking you and kisses your neck
wetly, the hand on your belly reaching up to grab and then pinch one
of your nipples, the fingers of his other hand pulling aside the thong
and dipping lustily into your pussy from behind. You feel engulfed at
this point, the corner in front of you, his masculine body behind, his
lips and tongue on that sensitive spot on back of your neck, his
knowing fingers in your pussy and hurting your nipple. Your knees
weaken, but he stops...
"Well, well, well," he whispers into your ear. "Seems we have a very
juicy little Peach already, don't we? I think maybe you like this
spanking a little too much. Is that it, Peach? Tell me," he says,
thrusting his fingers into you as you squirm and gasp.
Silence.
"I'm going to teach you to answer me when I ask you a question,
Peach," he says, roughly stabbing his fingers deeper into your cunt.
"I told you to tell me if you were liking the spanking. Now tell me!"
"No, you bastard! I didn't like it! Satisfied?" you reply, your
heavy breathing belying the claim.
"Well, at least you're learning to answer when you are asked a
question, Peach. Now we'll have to work on your language and
truthfulness. What did you call me?" he asks.
"I called you a bastard and you *are* a bastard!" you shout in
defiance.
"Well, but you also said you weren't enjoying the spanking...and the
evidence says that you were lying when you said that. I can feel your
lie on my fingers right now, Peach, and I don't tolerate lying..." he
warns, continuing to rudely explore the depths of you with his
fingers.
"Let me go, you bastard!"
"You shouldn't talk to me that way, Peach," he says, taking his
fingers out of your pussy and crudely licking and sucking your wetness
from them. "Now I'm going to have to punish you for real. You stay
in this corner and don't move. And think about what I just said."
You stand facing the corner while he carefully clears off the top of
your dining room table. Placing the two candelabras on the floor
beneath the table, he quickly removes the tablecloth, exposing the
oiled walnut surface. You turn to watch him out of the corner of your
eye for just a brief second.
"Did I tell you to turn around?" he asks, coming back toward you and
delivering two more very hard slaps to your already throbbing bottom.
You turn your face back into the corner, pressing your nose right into
it, and feel tears welling up in your eyes...
"I'm going into the kitchen to get something to drink, Peach. Don't
move your face out of that corner," he ominously warns.
You hear him rummaging around in your kitchen drawers and cabinets.
You hear the refrigerator door open and close. Finally, you hear his
footsteps returning. Your nose is still touching the corner.
The next thing you feel is his hand on your right buttock, resting
gently on it, and his body pressing close to yours. Again, his lips
graze your left ear.
"I'm going to spank you for real now, Peach," he whispers. "You
shouldn't have posted that e-mail, and you definitely shouldn't have
disobeyed me."
"Now you're going to find out what happens to bad girls who need to be
punished..."
With that, he reaches up and unhooks the rope from the chain above
your head. Using your tied wrists to lead you, he drags you,
hobbling, over to the dining room table, then lifts you up and onto
the table, face down. Quickly, he retrieves another length of rope
from his pocket and secures your wrists to one of the table legs.
Your pants are still down around your knees and your back is slightly
arched so that your nipples are just touching the tabletop.
As you watch, he swiftly removes his thick leather belt, doubles it
over, and brings it crashing down onto your exposed buttocks.
CRACK!
"Owwwww!" you scream.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
"Ohhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhh! Oh, please! Owwwwwwww! Oooooowwwwww! Oh
please, Stranger!"
As he continues to strap your burning bottom, he talks to you calmly,
almost serenely.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
"Next time I tell you to do something, Peach, you should obey me..."
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
"Or else you will be severely punished..."
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
"Oh! Oh! I won't disobey you, Stranger! Owww! Ahhhhh!"
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
"Ah! I'll do what you want! Uhhh! Uh! Ahhhhhh! Owwwwww!"
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
"Oh, yes, you certainly *will* do what I want, Peach," he says.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
You are crying freely now, tears dripping from your eyes onto the
table, all resistance gone. You know you are completely at his mercy.
Before you realize it, the brutal belting has stopped and he is
whispering into your ear again.
"You were a very good girl, Peach. A *very* good girl..."
"I'm going to turn you over now, Peach. I want you to be good and do
everything I tell you to so I won't have to punish you again," he
huskily breathes into your ear.
You feel yourself being lifted and turned, your spanked and belted
buttocks making painful contact with the table.
"Oh, my... What beautiful little tits you have, Peach... You should
have showed them to me before when I asked you to. Next time I tell
you I want to look at you or touch you, you should obey me and we'll
get along much better from now on," he remarks while you tightly close
your eyes in shame, squeezing out another tear from each one. "Oh, I
just can't resist," he says before leaning down and sucking your
entire right breast into his mouth, his tongue working feverishly on
the sensitive nipple.
You moan.
After a few seconds of this, he moves over and repeats the same
sucking on your other breast while you squirm and sigh.
Your clit is throbbing...
Straightening back up again, he moves around the table to stand at
your feet and takes your pants down further, leaving them wrapped
around your ankles. With his hands inside your knees, he urges your
legs apart and you spread them without resistance.
Your eyes still closed, you hear him take three very deep breaths
before speaking again.
"What a beautiful sight, Peach... Your pussy is so juicy that your
panties are absolutely soaked," he remarks, his voice deeper than
before.
The next thing you feel is the gripping of the meat of your inner
thighs and then your whole sex being taken roughly between his teeth
and sucked into his mouth, his tongue pressing on your wet panties,
pushing them into you. The feeling of having all of you in his mouth
like this is overwhelming and you shudder and moan uncontrollably.
Soon, he backs off again. Both of you are now breathing heavily...
"Did you like that, Peach? Tell me," he orders.
"Yes," you whisper.
"That's a good girl," he soothes. "Tell me the truth from now on."
Coming back beside you now, he urges your legs together again.
"Now let's take a look at this juicy little peach," he says, as if
talking to himself, his hands taking hold of the waistband of your
panties and slowly lowering them a few inches.
"Oh, look at this!" he exclaims. "What a pretty little triangle of
fuzz you have, Peach... But it's so dark!"
You can clearly hear every shallow breath he takes...
He lowers the panties further and uses his left hand to spread the
lips of your pussy. Your eyes are still tightly closed.
"What do we have here, Peach? A little beauty mark?" he asks as he
handles, spreads and closely inspects your exposed vagina, gently
flicking your clitoris with his finger. "I'm not able to see your wet
little pussy lips so well through all this hair, Peach. You're not
hiding behind it, are you? Tsk, tsk, tsk..." he mocks, lightly
stroking back and forth on your swollen clit.
"Naughty, naughty," he continues as he takes your panties down to your
ankles and spreads your legs again.
You whimper with humiliation at the way he is looking at you and
talking to you. At the same time, you are very excited...
"Now what are we going to do about this little problem, Peach?" he
asks, continuing to examine your pussy, poking and probing and
pinching and pulling it this way and that.
Your head moves from side to side, but you do not respond.
SLAP!
"Answer me!" he orders, having just jolted you with a hard spank right
on your defenseless cunt.
"Oh!" you gasp.
"I asked what we should do about this pussy-hair problem, Peach..."
Tears begin to flow again, but you know better than to resist him.
"Uh... uh... I don't know, Stranger..." you answer, avoiding what
you know full well he wants to hear.
"You don't know?" he asks. "I think you do know, Peach. I think you
know exactly what we're going to do about this problem. Don't you?"
"Yes," you whisper.
"What?" he asks.
"S-s-shave me..." you reply, choking back a sob.
"That's a good girl... That's right, Peach. I'm going to have to
shave you," he says. "Now tell me where your razor is."
Silence.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! He lands three more painful spanks to your pussy.
"Oh!" you gasp. "It's in the bathroom, under the sink," you cry,
resigned to your fate.
"Very good, Peach. Now you wait here," he orders. "I'll be right
back."
With your eyes still held tightly closed, you hear him go into the
bathroom and open the cabinet. You can imagine him carefully
retrieving your pink disposable razor and your little shaving cream
can. Then you hear him turning on the faucet. After a minute, the
water stops and you hear him return. You open your eyes and see that
he is holding your razor, the shaving cream and two towels.
You look into each other's eyes for the first time since he pressed
your face into the corner. In his, you can clearly see a thinly
controlled lust. In yours, you know he sees a mixture of fear,
humiliation and intense arousal.
"OK, Peach. I'm going to remove your pants and panties now," he
announces while removing them. "I want you to keep your legs spread
apart while I shave your pretty little pussy for you."
You moan with shame, but spread your legs wide, raising your knees,
exposing yourself to this man...
He takes one of the towels and places it between your legs. It is hot
and wet, and he rubs gently, warming and moistening the entire area.
Taking the towel away, he reaches for the can of shaving cream,
removes the top, and sprays some cream into his right hand. He puts
the can down and reaches in with his hand to spread the shaving cream
carefully over your mons and down around your outer lips. Satisfied,
he wipes the remaining shaving cream from his hand with the wet towel.
Taking the razor into his hand, he confidently strokes it across the
entire area above your slit, removing all of the shaving cream. You
are watching intently as you realize that this area is now completely
bald. Before you know it, he changes the angle and moves the razor
lower, readying himself to shave the remaining hair from your outer
lips. Involuntarily, you close your legs, just for a second, before
realizing the seriousness of your mistake and opening them wide again.
He stops the shaving...
"What did you just do, Peach?" he asks, staring darkly into your eyes.
"I'm sorry, Stranger! Please don't punish me!" you beg. "I won't do
it again!"
He just stares for a few more seconds...
"I don't make idle threats, Peach," he bluntly states. "I warned you
not to disobey me, and now you think that you can close your legs and
get away with it? No. You are naive, Peach. You will have to be
punished for that."
"Ohhhh..." you sob, eyes closed, tears again dripping down your face.
"Now let's finish the shaving first. Don't disobey me again," he
menacingly warns.
Silently, he uses his hand to steady you and swipes the razor down
along both sides of your vagina until they are completely clean.
Setting the razor on the table, he picks up the hot, wet towel and
tenderly wipes all remaining evidence of hair and shaving cream from
you. As you look down, you see that your pussy is now completely
bald.
He takes the other towel now and dabs you with it, drying your
hairless pussy. Moving back around to the end of the table, he stands
over you looking down at your naked form, your hands tied together
above your head, legs spread wide, your pussy freshly shaved. As you
watch, he slowly leans down, placing his hands on your inner thighs,
and sticks his tongue deep into your cunt.
You moan loudly.
Slowly he licks upward to your clitoris and sucks it while you
shudder, before kissing your hairless mons affectionately and
returning to his standing position at your feet.
Looking directly into your eyes, he says "I'm going to have to tie
your legs down for your punishment, Peach." With that, he removes a
long length of rope from his pocket and ties one end to your left
ankle. Taking the rope and looping it under the table around one
table leg, then across and over the other, he ties the other end to
your right ankle. You are now completely bound and spread wide, your
legs pointing to each corner of the table.
Reaching into his pocket yet again, he takes out a small vial and
pours what appears to be a clear oil of some kind onto the fingers of
his right hand. Coming back around to stand to your right, he reaches
down between your legs and, holding your hairless pussy open with his
left hand, he rubs the oil onto your clitoris, then pushes his fingers
into your vagina. Pouring a little more oil onto his hand, he slides
his middle finger deep into your ass as you moan loudly.
First slightly, then more fiercely, the oil begins to burn and you
begin to panic.
"Are you starting to feel it yet, Peach?" he asks while bending down
to do something under the table.
You are writhing in pain, squirming and rocking back and forth, trying
to come to grips with the intense burning in your pussy and on your
clit and in your ass.
"Aren't you going to answer me?" he asks, a sarcastic edge to his
voice.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Y-y-yes, Stranger... It burns so
bad! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" you reply in obvious distress.
"Well, don't worry," he says. "I assure you it will do no permanent
harm to you. But it *will* teach you a lesson, Peach. It will teach
you not to disobey me again..."
As you open your eyes, you see him pour more of the oil onto two red
candles. Concentrating fully, he spreads the lips of your pussy again
and thrusts one of the candles deep into your vagina. Using the
candle in your pussy to coax your pelvis to rotate upward, he takes
the other candle and gently inserts it into your rectum.
"Ahhhhhhhh!" you scream and then grunt as he begins to move the two
candles in and out of your burning pussy and anus, holding one in each
hand and smoothly fucking them in and out, in and out, in and out, in
and out...
After a few more minutes of your grunting and moaning while he fucks
you with the candles, he removes them and drops them back under the
table.
The burning in your pussy and clit and anus continues to grow more and
more painful. As you are worrying just how intense the pain will get,
you feel his mouth cover yours and his tongue part your lips and enter
you. Just as you realize how hotly you are being kissed, he spanks
your bald pussy hard.
SMACK!
You moan loudly into his mouth with the combined effects of the oil
and the spank. He continues to kiss you passionately.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
He relentlessly spanks your defenseless burning pussy, each spank
jarring your hypersensitive clitoris.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Soon, you feel yourself responding to the pussy spanking with
unexpected arousal.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
You continue to moan uncontrollably into his mouth, his total
domination of you more overwhelming than anything you have ever felt
before.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Your entire universe now consists of this complex collection of
sensations as you are bound, burning, spanked and kissed.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Just as you feel yourself approaching an intense climax, he stops,
breaking the kiss and standing back up.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" you moan, writhing on the table, frustration now
joining the exquisite mix of sensations.
As you open your eyes, you see him removing his shirt, unbuttoning,
then unzipping, then removing his pants, finally standing naked beside
you, his erection pointing enticingly from his body.
He climbs onto the table and straddles your chest, his cock bobbing
right over your upturned face, his eyes boring into yours.
As he grips his cock in his left hand and points it down, you open
your mouth and utter a desperate whimper before he fills your mouth
with the thickly veined, circumcised penis.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
You are shocked to feel the spanking of your pussy resume as he begins
to fuck your mouth with long slow strokes.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
More and more urgently, he thrusts his cock into your sucking mouth,
never letting up on the spanking.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Closer and closer you feel yourself nearing the climax that eluded you
earlier...
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Faster and faster he pumps his cock into your mouth as you harden your
tongue to increase the friction between it and the sensitive underside
of his thrusting shaft.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Finally, as you can no longer even think, your body simply obeying
it's most primal of urges, you feel your orgasm wash over you like a
hot ocean wave while your mouth is flooded with his come. Both of you
groan loudly as your simultaneous orgasms reach their peaks and then
slowly begin to subside.
Swallowing the mouthful of his sperm, you bask in the masculine fluid
washing thickly down your throat. His right hand gently rests on your
bald pussy and squeezes it as he lovingly strokes your hair with the
other.
You open your eyes to find him staring into them, an adoring look of
pure satisfied joy on his face. You gently suck his shrinking penis,
smiling around it.
"You know, Peach," he says, smiling and breathing deeply, "I'm not
sure you've learned your lesson yet."
Your eyes widen, your lips and mouth still sucking tenderly.
"I think you're going to need a whole weekend of this treatment in
order to fully understand what I'm trying to teach you," he continues.
You finally let his spent cock slip from your mouth.
"Are you really sure I deserve that, Stranger?" you ask.
"Yes, I am," he answers.
"Happy Birthday, Peach..."
He leans down and kisses you.
Michele
In article <34e433f2...@news3.ibm.net>, str...@ibm.net says...
>"Now you're going to find out what happens to bad girls who need to
be
>punished..."
Lord have mercy. Mymymy. Goodness. Wow.
Michele
(suddenly breathless and at a loss for words, feeling kinda hot, and
gee isn't this room stuffy? I'm gonna go open a window, and I really
hope to see Peach posting to the NG very soon :-)
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KlondaStar
Dearest Peach,
Friday being on the cusp of Valentine's day, I took my See's candy certificate
from my ex lover(from last year) and cashed in for 2 pounds! Wow! Yummie!
Love lives on.. and on..
How are you and Big Guy doin? I got a hole in my heart the size of the
Atlantic Ocean, myself, left by my dearest PM from last year. Nobody can seem
to fill it. Tonight's spanking date, in fact, has not shown up.
Such is life. Hope yours is more .. um.. promising! Hugs, K
Michele
In article <6c2ohq$ppj$1...@sparky.wolfe.net>, pe...@anon.nymserver.com
says...
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>mca...@direct.ca (Michele) wrote:
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>>"...and I really
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>reason no one's been sending me any e-mail lately, so I have nothing
to
>post. Oh...and Michele? I hope you get the spanking of your dreams
for
>Valentine's Day. Not the punishment type, the type Duchin says he
gives
>as a reward (wine, Brie, etc.).
>
> Hugs,
> Peach
Sigh. Well, I was supposed to have my first spanking date tonight with
a new friend, but he was called away to an emergency at work. After
one week of heated telephone foreplay and promises of stern punishment
for imagined sins, I feel a bit like Maggie in "A Hot Tin Roof." But
thank you for the kind thought :-)
Michele
(off to send Peach a *really* juicy e-mail)
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Keith Daniels
Apparently a lady named Peach mistakenly posted some private e mail.
A genuine mistake. Somebody known as "stranger" who claims to be a
private person has promised her a "serious spanking" and declares his
intention to "share her ordeal with the newsgroup".
He begins the post listing himself the supposedly private details of the
letter which he found offensive. (incidentally in searching the ng the
originally offensive letter is nowhere to be found). He talks about his
ex wife's formerly bald pussy, he talks about Peach's complicated love
life. In fact he reiterates every detail himself he found troubling
about the original errant post. He admits the post which supposedly
caused him so much pain was mailed "inadvertantly." Peach is again
posting to the ng. so I would assume the punishment has already taken
place. If it has not however, I would like to make an appeal that it not
take place. The perpetrator of the spanking could not have been hurt by
the contents of the post, he repeats them in his own post. Indeed the
original post seems to have never reached the ng. He admits the post was
mailed "inadvertantly" yet still wants to punish for accidental
behavior. If tops and bottoms want to play games to give and receive
spankings that is one thing. However some situations in life are more
serious and should not be thrown into the catch-all sub-dom garbage can.
The lady Peach, he admits has done everthing possible to rectify an
unfortunate situation. Masters and dominant people have an obligation to
be thoughtful about their own behavior. Thought is called for here, and
indeed if a spanking has already taken place, serious reflection is
called for by the one who gave the punishment.
MASTER KEITH