Alex and Peach, the rest of the afternoon (part 3/3)

[Alex Martelli]

[VR: NC, heavy, etc -- read at your own risk! Part 3/3]

"I'm going to do you a favour and ``roll'' that spanking into this
one", Alex continued -- "this way you get a ``quantity discount'',
see. You know", he mused reflectively, "when you started spanking me
hard, earlier, I had more or less assumed that you would at some point
announce that, since I was being spanked anyway, I would now have to
take, in addition, the spanking that _you_ had coming -- and proceed to
put my bottom on fire some more, wiggling elegantly out of your own
spanking-to-be, at _my_ expense. I guess I forgot your inexperience --
you don't yet know all of the standard top tricks... oh well, you'll
learn! Now, back to our muttons -- for this part, a nice heavy
hairbrush is exactly what we need", and he went to the gym-bag again,
and fished out the tool he had mentioned -- ``heavy'' indeed -- the
smooth back must have an inch of wood thickness behind it! Peach
shuddered at the prospect of feeling THAT badly overgrown hairbrush on
her backside -- but, of course, there was no way for her to escape it.

"This punishment should really proceed", Alex explained, "until I think
you've learned your lesson *and* I have heard you apologize humbly,
unconditionally, and sincerely for your misbehaviour. I know you're a
pretty tough nut to crack that way, though -- I well remember the
not-really-an-apology you managed to get away with last time! And, for
once, I'm not willing to just keep whacking you until you DO repent --
since this spanking comes right in the middle of another pretty severe
one, there are limits to it... what I referred to earlier as ``quantity
discounts''. But, don't worry, we'll arrange that somehow. Do,
anyway, remember, that if I *do* hear you humble yourself in a real,
sincere, tearful apology, I may well decide that your lesson IS
well-learned, and if so then the spanking can end...", his voice
trailed off, implicitly inving her to repent under duress. Repent?!
For something even HE admitted wasn't truly wrong, and as a consequence
of a totally *unfair* spanking?! *NEVER*! Peach steeled herself to
take whatever was coming -- not a sound would she utter, she vowed.

She wasn't quite able to keep the letter of that vow, because, right
from the first time the back of the hairbrush landed on her sore
bottom, she *WAILED* -- it was *atrocious*, it was *unbearable*...!

The pain from each stroke soaked right through her already-battered
gluteal muscles, reaching down deep, deep, all the way down to her soul
it felt like, and took from her exhausted body the last unsuspected
reserves of strength, dissipating them into wails, screams, and
trashing about. But, she did keep the vow's *spirit*: gnashing and
gritting her teeth, she managed to keep her wails wordless, sheer
animal screams of pain, bottling down all the words of repentance,
apology, submission, surrender, that some part of her brain kept trying
to blurt out, knowing that doing so would end that torture. It was the
hardest test of Peach's iron will, for it was against herself that she
fought -- but, she *passed* it! She might not be able to sit down
comfortably for a week, but being able to look at herself in a mirror
was more important still.

"Ah, I can't *take* it any more" -- *Alex* blurted out in the end,
laying the hairbrush to one side -- "you are just TOO irresistibly
sexy, at once so tormented and humiliated and yet so impregnable in
your stubborn pride -- I *have* to take you, _right now_!".

He didn't, actually -- as Peach thankfully slumped her tortured body on
the desk, trying to get her breath back to a semblance of regularity
and away from the sobs and hiccups that kept breaking it, Alex was in
fact doing other things, such as carefully unhooking her bra and taking
it off, leaving her as naked as he still was. Delicately, he placed a
fingertip inside her sex -- was a bit disappointed at finding it only
just barely wet, it had been much better lubricated earlier -- decided
to remedy the situation.

Soon, his deep crooning voice was murmuring in Peach's ear -- not quite
the kind of endearments one might expect, perhaps, but rather stuff
like, "You are as brave and strong, as beautiful and sweet... spanking
you is heavenly, you suffer *so* well... I will now rape you, and you
will accept me inside you -- there is no shame in that for you, since
you are bound, beaten, helpless... I will take my pleasure on your
delectable body in any way I please...".

Unusual, but apparently effective -- or maybe it was the light rhythmic
caress of Alex's hand on her sex, or that of his other hand on her
breasts -- be that as it may, pretty soon Alex judged her lubrication
ready... and plunged his rod to the hilt into Peach's vagina.

The from-behind position, with her arms still forced in front of her
and bound by their handcuffs to the hook on the wall, left Peach's
punished bottom fully available for Alex's fun as he pumped hard inside
her. He took full advantage of that to both caress and lightly slap
her globes -- awakening her pain, and implicitly reminding her (for
once, without words) that she WAS still at his mercy, for him to punish
as he wished, if he wished...

Her legs curled backwards to embrace his, giving her some leverage;
she started pumping him just as hard. Her sex was clutching wildly
at his as she forgot everything, everything, except the pleasure
that was more effectively overwhelming her, than pain itself had.
The pain itself had transmuted into sheer pleasure -- and the fear,
too, the knowledge that he *could* do to her all he wanted, and,
no doubt, *would*...

When he felt her orgasm approaching, he spanked her a bit harder -- and
harder, and harder still, as it came closer and closer. When it
arrived, he kept his cock immobile, plunged right into her pulsing,
clenching cunt, that was holding it tight -- and his hands were beating
her buttocks as hard as he could again, and every stroke, adding a
powerful pulse of sensation which by now she could only sense as sheer,
orgasmic pleasure, expanded and amplified her frenzy. At last, he
started pumping again, harder than ever, and the leading edge of
his coming overlapped with the trailing edge of hers.

They lay exhausted, still breathing frantically, unspeaking. Peach's
body slumped, and Alex's slumped over hers.

At last, with a deep sigh, he forced himself to stand up, unhooked the
chain of her handcuffs from the wall, and helped her to stand in turn.
"It's not quite finished, Peach, dear", he murmured.

She nodded -- knowing his ways, she expected that. "Since I came
during my punishment, you will now further punish me to make me atone
for my inappropriate pleasure, right?", she said in a resigned,
long-suffering voice.

"Oh _no_", he reassured her, earnestly -- "I had *suspended* your
punishment, because my desire for you was just too strong -- it was NOT
``during'' your punishment that you came, and therefore, you are
blameless". She beamed at the unexpected reprieve -- then darkened
again as the implications of that "suspended" sank in... ``suspended'',
NOT ``ended''... so, there *WAS* more to come... oh God, she just
couldn't _take_ more, she HAD to find a way out...!

"Say, Alex", she surprised herself by speaking -- "was it not quite
selfish and wrong of you, to stop paddling me before I had apologized,
just because your dick couldn't _wait_ to fuck me?! Wasn't _that_
diseducative? Surely a top's will should be stronger than that!"

He stared at her admiringly. "Willpower -- you are right, there...
I was weak, I should have waited until your punishment was done..."

The situation suddenly looked propitious... she gambled. "So!", she
exclaimed, her voice stronger and more self-assured, "I think you must
be spanked for that weakness! Specifically, _you_ will take the rest
of the hairbrush paddling that I had coming... hand me that brush,
and bend over the desk!". Caught in the coils of his own perverted
logic, entranced by the edge of hardness that Peach had with supreme
effort managed to give her voice, Alex *obeyed* -- and Peach felt
a huge wave of relief bidding fair to overcome her senses. As he
humbly bent his naked body on the desk, Peach had one last qualm --
she felt *SO* tired, and beaten, where would she find the strength
of arms and nerves to teach him a lesson?! Out of sheer will, it
had to be -- and she well knew the penalty if the failed...

She realized her wrists were still cuffed. Darn! Dare she order him
to get up again and fetch the keys to those cuffs...? No, that might
break the spell that was holding him down -- far too large a risk
to take! The brush's handle was long -- her hands, small -- she
could hold it two-handed... better, in fact -- it would only give
her strokes more force!

"You _will_ keep position", she told him -- "if you don't, you will be
punished severely, and then the paddling will restart from scratch".
She dearly hoped the severity of her threats would in itself spare her
the need of putting them into practice, because she really doubted
she'd have the physical strength for that -- so she made her tone as
stern as she possibly could. "And", she added, "the *only* words I
want to hear from you are apologies and repentance -- *clear*?" -- she
punctuated this rhetorical question with the first stroke. *SPLAT* --
hey, that was harder than she feared she could manage... Alex's body
tautened in response.

SPLAT, SPLAT, SPLAT... she was really getting into this... at once Alex
started whimpering -- which was VERY satisfying, and heartening
indeed... The heavy, thick brush hurt even worse than the belt, she
knew from first-hand experience, but it did not abrade skin or leave
welts -- it discharged its force in-depth in the muscular mass. SPLAT,
SPLAT, hey, this *WAS*! fun, SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT, it was just so
_natural_ -- she found herself enjoying the experience a lot!

Alex's buttocks were rapidly turning crimson, with traces of bruises
here and there, and she thought she could see them swelling, already,
under her relentless onslaught. SPLAT, and SPLAT some more -- faster!
-- hey, what if I kept hitting the same buttock instead of alternating,
I wonder, SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT *SPLAT*!

"I'm sooo-oo-oo-ooooorrYYY!", Alex bellowed, desperately, still keeping
position perfectly, "oh Peach I'm SORRY I truly am please forgive me do
AAAAAAAW!" -- what, so *soon*?! Did this... *wimp*!... think he could
cheat her of her fun?

She kept hitting and scolded him, "That won't do, Alex dear, you'll
have to be much more detailed before you're forgiven! WHAT are you
sorry for, exactly in what way, and so on... come on, I don't have all
day, you know!", she added, prompting him with another flurry of blows
to the same buttock.

"AAAH'm sorry terribly sorry I was weak and took you without finishing
your spanking -- *OUCH OUCH OUCH!* -- and I'm sorry TRULY sorry for all
I posted and please forgive all my posts that were too long and AAAAH!
OUCH! in any way offensive or disturbing and AAAAAH...!". Peach kept
paddling vigorously, even tried the one-buttock-flurry maneuver a
couple more times, but distinct words had stopped coming from Alex's
mouth -- only indistinct cries, sobs, and blubbering. Sigh -- oh
well... this would have to do, she guessed! Alex's buttocks were a
visibly swollen mass of bruises, thickly overlaid with crimson; she had
not toiled in vain! She stopped spanking, and at once was aware that
she *was* tired -- exhausted -- and her arms, in particular, were
_aching_ with her recent unremitting efforts.

She needed rest -- and had well deserved it! She stepped back, the
better to admire the results of her handiwork -- it *was* pretty nice,
wasn't it, as if she had made that big, sobbing manly body into her
own sculpture, changing the buttocks' shape and colours to suit _her_
artistic vision... she felt the surging pride of the creator!

Plus -- more pride, and satisfaction -- hey, she had *won*...! She
had MADE him repent and apologize -- and no doubt would have made
him beg abjectly for mercy, hadn't she in fact forbidden him to
speak anything but apologies. Hey, *he* hadn't been able to achieve
_that_, with her... so, she'd won, he had lost...!

...hadn't he? It struck her suddenly, that he was keeping position,
as ordered, unbound... in fact, actively endeavouring to do so, by
grasping the far side of the desk! His body still racked with
desperate sobs, his mind catapulted beyond any verbal level -- yet, he
HAD kept position... had taken all that atrocious pain, that
humiliation, had apologized, everything -- but he HAD obeyed! There
was something awesome in contemplating that. Crazy, yes -- her
diagnosis was surely right -- but, *noble* crazy... amazing, really.
Had she been Dulcinea spanking Don Quichote...? "To dream, the
impossible dream"...

She wasn't a top punishing a juicy attractive bottom any more, but a
human being feeling a sharp, ineffable closeness to another -- all pain
is truly shared pain, yes, and we have won together, and we have lost
together...

She lay on the desk at his side, started tussling his unkempt hair,
rubbing his shoulders still racked by wild sobs, kissing his cheeks
softly. "It's over, Alex, it's truly over -- you have been spanked
enough, and have paid your debt in full... no more punishment, no more
orders, you can move, you can speak, and, will you hug me...?"

Still not up to speaking, yet hug her he did, as she awkwardly
reciprocated with her still-bound arms. The contact between their
naked bodies was anything but sexual -- no, it was mutual reassurance,
it was *connection*, it was sympathy and support in the face of all the
pain, the true pain, that life deals out, compared to which no
spanking, not even the harshest one, is at all comparable...

As they spoke without words in their hug, she felt tears on his cheek.
What the pain had not brought, this sweetness did... her tears came
too, mixed with his on both their cheeks, and who knew whose sobs shook
their hugging bodies.

Slowly, they calmed down. Finally Alex spoke, his voice still shaken,
"Thank you, Peach dear -- I *mean* it... you taught me a lesson today,
and an important one. My bottom will carry today's marks for a week,
but my soul will carry them forever". No words seemed adequate to
answer this -- she just nuzzled him some more.

They stood, together, helping each other up from the desk. Going to
the gym-bag again, Alex fetched two clean hankies, and handed one to
her. They dried her tears and blew their noses.

Peach held her wrists up in front of her, wordlessly asking Alex to
free them at last.

He smiled, and shook his head -- Peach couldn't understand why.

He took the black snake whip in his hand again, held it up.

"Remember, Peach dear...? You will bleed today -- I promised!"

She blanched -- oh no, she couldn't *take* this -- *nobody* could!

Their eyes met; he was still smiling, and there was no evil in that
smile, no guile, nothing but the same message they had exchanged in
their hug. She owed this sacrifice to him... she owed this
catharsis to herself.

She bent her naked body over the oak desk, her arms stretched in
front, and tried to reach the hook in the wall with the chain
between her wrists; he came to her help, hanging the chain on
the hook properly, then stepped back again and limbered his arm.

The first whipstroke hit squarely and cruelly the tormented
flesh of her left buttock, drawing her blood as promised, while
her scream filled the room...

[The End]

Alex
--
____ Alex Martelli, Bologna, Italia -- http://magenta.com/~alex/
\SM/___
\/\bi/ He who shall hurt the little Wren
\/ Shall never be belov'd by Men.

[DL2ndEditn]

posted and e-mailed in response to Alex Martelli's story "Alex and Peach, the
rest of the afternoon"

Wow...thanks, Alex, for writing this, and thanks, Peach, for being willing to
share such hot, sexy play with the rest of us.

One of the things I admire about these kind of stories of yours, Alex, is the
way they capture the entirely personal, slightly surreal way fantasies work.
It's a vulernable act to share a story like this with the newsgroup. Thanks for
sharing yours.

DLynn

[domino]

Oh *wow*! *squirm*! Alex that was *so* gloriously intense! I wanted
to be *both* of you!

Thank you so very much to you and Peach for sharing that.

domino

[PamiMac]

>Subject: Alex and Peach, the rest of the afternoon (part 3/3)
>From: Alex Martelli

PHEW!!!! Need a shower NOW. Really, thank you for that story. I certainly
love "real people" stories very much.

Pam <who someday wants to be a real people story>

[Petulant2U]

>>Subject: Alex and Peach, the rest of the afternoon (part 3/3)
>>From: Alex Martelli
>
>PHEW!!!! Need a shower NOW. Really, thank you for that story. I certainly
>love "real people" stories very much.
>

<---waving to Alex and Peach

Hi
Alex,
<G> I'm reading all these raves about this story you wrote! Would you mind
reposting it? Or sending it to me via e-mail?

Thanks
Pet

[Jennifer]

Petulant2U wrote:
>
> <---waving to Alex and Peach
>
> Hi
> Alex,
> <G> I'm reading all these raves about this story you wrote! Would you mind
> reposting it? Or sending it to me via e-mail?
>
> Thanks
> Pet

Hi Pet
The story is available through Deja News. (I know cuz I just checked.)
It's every bit as good as the response suggests too, so however you find
it I know you'll love it.

Jennifer
The original, all-American good girl

[Alex Martelli]

dom...@cocoon.demon.co.uk (domino) writes:

>Oh *wow*! *squirm*! Alex that was *so* gloriously intense! I wanted
>to be *both* of you!

Wheeee! *Thanks* -- this specific observation makes my day... having
depicted both characters so peculiarly and idiosyncratically, I had had
some doubts about readers' ability/willingness to identify with either,
then decided to go ahead anyway in the hope some readers might enjoy
the story anyway even without identification -- ``consume this story as
"spectators"... vicariously aroused and/or intimidated, both if I
could pull it off:-), but not "close" enough to the protagonists to
feel at all either dominant or submissive themselves'', as I put it.

Sometimes an author feels happy that his own analysis of his work
was off the mark -- here, that some readers CAN in fact identify
with characters in such "high-power switching"!-)

>Thank you so very much to you and Peach for sharing that.

Thank *you* for this VERY welcome feedback!-)

[Alex Martelli]

petul...@aol.com (Petulant2U) writes:
...

><G> I'm reading all these raves about this story you wrote! Would you mind
>reposting it? Or sending it to me via e-mail?

I haven't seen the full story posted on my own newsserver, actually, having
posted it via mail to sss-post to try and ensure good distribution... but
clearly many people have read it through, and, it IS available on dejanews
(e.g., try URL: http://search.dejanews.com/dnquery.xp?QRY=peach&ST=PS&site=dn&DBS=1&defaultOp=AND&maxhits=25&format=terse&showsort=subject&groups=soc.sexuality.spanking&authors=al...@magenta.com&subjects=&fromdate=Mar+26+1998&todate=Mar+26+1998).

So, should I repost it or mail it to people anyway? Please let me know -- by
privately mailing me requests for copies; I'll wait a couple days to see
how many people need and want it, then I'll either email it to them (if
there are relatively few requests) or repost it (if there are many).