Impulse Story (M/F)
OddBall
about giggling."
"Giggling is, well, girly. I'm not girly. I don't wear ruffles, I don't
curl my hair, I don't think that way. You know how I am; I'm more the
tailored type."
"Yeah, those hot tight-skirted business suits I love with those dark,
high heels and stockings that make that sound when I run my hand
up...... Why are you looking at me that way?"
"Why are you talking like that? What's on your mind? Spill it, I don't
have much time."
"I dunno. I guess I just thought it would be fun to hear you being silly
and girly."
"Well, that's just not me, so don't expect it to happen anytime soon."
He felt an impulse, reached over and grabbed her shoulder and stood,
lifting her from her chair as well. She turned toward him with surprise
and he grasped her other shoulder with his other hand. They stood face
to face, she beginning to breathe rapidly, he leaning in and staring
closely into her face, finally settling on her eyes. His eye contact
became unfocused as he stared unblinking, entranced, for several seconds
- thinking of nothing, just hearing the outside sounds and inside clock
ticks more sharply than usual. When he heard the little voice in his
head say "Focus!" he gave his head a little shake and blinked dry,
stinging eyes back to moist comfort. She was looking at him the same,
fixed way - also not moving, barely breathing.
It's like he "read" something in her, and answered his own need as well.
He backed up to the coffee table and sat, bringing her with him and
causing a creak in the old wood. He pulled down with his arms and toward
his lap, bringing her uncomplaining across his knees. She broke trance
as she descended, reaching out her hands to support herself on the
floor. He moved his arm to circle her waist, sliding her in to his
stomach and cradling her thigh with his hand. His other hand began to
rise and descend on her gabardine-covered bottom; he spanked her again
and again.
She didn't struggle at first, he spanked her harder, steadier. She
wiggled and moaned, he spanked her sounder and firmer. She whimpered and
pushed to lift herself away from his lap, he spanked her faster and
lower. She collapsed back onto his lap, squirming and began to beg. He
gripped her tighter and spanked her harder on the top of her cheeks in
the same spots, over and over and over.
She broke down and began to cry. Her wiggling stilled but her toes
thumped their high-heeled suede weakly onto the hardwood floor. He
stopped and stroked her bottom, and lifted her to his shoulder to lean
and clutch and cry. He lifted her chin and kissed her cheeks and nose.
He looked in her eyes and said,
"But you cry like a girl."
ssp...@webtv.net
says...
Great story, Muffy! I like your impulses :-)!
Spark
handing Muffy a jelly donut
Get REAL at alt.spanking.reality.moderated!
The Guv'nor
"OddBall" <Od...@webtv.net> wrote in message
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A perfect title for a great story!
Mike
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Courtenesca
That is a killer last line! <BG>
Perfect.
Court
OddBall
the gooey icing off the outside before - CHOMP! LOL.
Muffy