School Reunion Year 1 (6 page)

Growing ever more confident, Dan pulled the material of Laura's tailored skirt tight across her thighs, and methodically spanked every inch of the material until his palm felt hot, which was nothing in comparison to the burning sensation assailing Laura beneath her knickers. It had never stung this much in her fantasies but, held tightly in Dan's powerful grip, she'd little choice but to acquiesce to her fate. Things got worse, and feet kicking as she was pinned by Dan's right leg, Laura wailed in distress as she felt the chic skirt being lifted to her waist.

‘You certainly have got Betty Grable's legs,' Dan said, admiringly running a hand languorously down each silkily clad thigh. ‘And what appears to be a peach of a derriere inside those gorgeous French knickers.'

‘Real silk,' sniffed his paramour, ‘and
please
don't rip them.'

‘Or what, Gran will spank you when she discovers they've been purloined? How terrible; still, to be on the safe side you'd better not struggle while I take them down.'

‘What?' she shrieked. ‘Oh no, hang on, you can't possibly intend to…'

Oh, but he certainly did intend to. And what's more, he fully intended to relish every second of the experience. Pinning Laura's wrists into the small of her back he inched the flimsy lingerie down over her hips to reveal two glowing orbs beneath. He smiled, as despite her wriggling and protestations Laura meekly lifted her haunches to ease the process. Down over the stocking tops and the clasps of her suspenders, down with a soft, sensual swish, over slender thighs until they reached a temporary halt tangled about her knees.

Dan ran his palm across the perfectly proffered bare cheeks, still radiating heat from his preliminary attentions. Then raising his arm to shoulder height he recommenced the spanking, cupping his palm to occasion a loud report as each successive blow sent a ripple across the surface of her taut, flawless skin. The surrender of her knickers seemed to have taken any remaining fight from Laura, who now lay limply in his grasp, one hand clutching her hair, the other in her mouth to stifle the yelps and groans she emitted at each resounding slap.

Eventually, aware that once again his palm was burning, Dan decided to allow another respite. ‘Not quite so exuberant now,' he observed triumphantly, admiring his handiwork.

‘You brute,' Laura murmured, as she made the most of the chance to rub and soothe her blazing bottom.

‘Oh please, I think you exaggerate, Ms Walker,' said Dan. ‘A brisk hand spanking is well within the tolerance of a fit young lass like you.'

‘Don't patronise me, you sod,' came the waspish reply, ‘my poor bottom feels as if it's on fire.'

‘So I see,' he replied, unabashed. ‘And any other side effects, I wonder?' To test his unspoken theory he tentatively slid two fingers into the dark recess between her cheeks. ‘It seems to me there's a degree of moistness present here.'

Betrayed by her own body Laura turned to face her tormentor, blushing scarlet. ‘It's an involuntary reaction,' she sniffled weakly.

‘But a welcome one, nonetheless,' observed Dan, skilfully locating the emerging bud of her clitoris and drawing from Laura sounds of an entirely different timbre. Clearly blazing buttocks were not the only hot spot on Laura's anatomy.

Dan resumed the chastisement, and as the spanking relentlessly progressed so the slow burning heat it engendered spread ever further, ever deeper into the epicentre of her sex. And squirming across his thighs simply made matters worse; the friction sending jolts of pure pleasure through her sopping slot in glorious counterpoint to the havoc being simultaneously wrought about her delicious rear curves.

‘This is supposed to be a punishment,' Dan's sonorous tones interrupted her thoughts, ‘but you seem to be enjoying it far too much.'

Pulling her redundant pants down from knee to ankle he removed them completely, before grasping her knees to lewdly spread wide her thighs. Laura whimpered at the indignity, her all too obviously aroused labia pouted wetly before him, and just above it the dark secrets of her cutely puckered anus were revealed to his appreciative scrutiny.

Using just the tips of his fingers he carefully commenced spanking Laura's prominent pussy, stinging the blood-engorged lips and sending electric surges of pure, passionate fire racing to her very core. Suddenly the out of control, utterly humiliating indignity of the situation overwhelmed her and, as all thoughts of composure were abandoned, she jerked and cried her way to a noisy orgasm, a pleasure thus far denied to Dan and something he now determined to resolve.

‘I think you may be forgetting something,' he observed sanguinely as Laura remained prostrate across his lap.

‘Something?' she enquired, looking up, the spark restored to her violet eyes.

‘In particular…' Dan completed the sentence by looking pointedly down at the uncomfortable bulge now threatening to burst the front of his trousers.

‘Ooh, you poor thing,' murmured Laura throatily, and slipping to the floor worked busily to free him from the constraining cloth.

‘My, who's a big boy, then?' she whispered huskily, delicately running her tongue up the standing length of his glistening shaft.

‘I thought…' croaked Dan, pausing to gasp at the sheer exquisite pleasure her hot mouth was bringing him, ‘I thought you were supposed not to have seen such a thing before…'

‘Yes, well, nostalgic playacting or not, claiming to be a virgin might be stretching credulity too far,' admitted Laura, looking up at him with doe eyes, before continuing to practice an obviously well honed skill.

‘Which leaves me no option,' he groaned, desperate to divert proceedings and avoid an all too premature conclusion, ‘but to punish you further.'

Reluctantly he disengaged himself from Laura's oral expertise and stood her upright. On impulse he then tore open the front of her blouse and hungrily pressed his mouth to each of her firm little breasts. Tilting back her head Laura gave a sensuous moan, then catching her unawares Dan grabbed her shoulders and steered her into position astride the well-padded arm of the settee.

One knee resting on it, the other leg straight, toes touching the floor, he urged her forward until she lay along its full upholstered length. Legs spread, buttocks perfectly poised for further chastisement, Laura might have been expected to appear embarrassed, but far from it, the very indignity of her blatantly exposed valley of delights only enhanced her anticipation. Framed by stocking tops and rumpled clothing her vagina peeped in open invitation.

But not yet… Slowly drawing the worn leather belt from his trousers Dan doubled it, raised his arm, and waited.

‘Six strokes, Laura,' he told her, ‘and I want you to count each one out loud. Understood?'

‘Yes, Dan,' she replied seductively, no hint of protest, no pleas for mercy. Instead Laura seemed to positively embrace her fate. Her abdomen paralleled the cushion's flat tops, knees slightly bent, muscles taught, pushing out her enticing posterior, willing Dan to do his worst.

Crack
! A line of white fire jolted Laura forward.

‘One,' she cried shrilly, struggling to control her breathing. ‘Two!' The second blow struck a few centimetres lower, but just as hard. Laura's legs kicked in instinctive response as the pain assailing her ravaged rear instantly doubled. She waited tensely, but Dan kept her guessing; when and where would the next stroke fall?

Stepping back a pace he experimented with a backhand stroke, higher this time, slicing across the surface of her burning skin in a searing arc.

‘Three!' she groaned, only halfway through her torment.

‘Four… yeow!' This swat came at a slight diagonal, cutting across the weals of previous strokes and making her wail. Laura's fingers scrabbled at the cushions, her outstretched foot kicked against the floor, but somehow she stayed bent in penitent position.

‘Very good,' nodded Dan approvingly, as he indulged himself further by stroking and squeezing her overheated cheeks.

During this brief respite Laura felt the pain ebb to an almost bearable throb, which in turn sent urgent tingles of delight down to her molten pussy. Unable to keep her bottom even close to still she waited apprehensively for him to proceed.

Stroke number five came blasting down, the tip of the belt catching her tender inner thighs, scalding the sensitive skin just above the dark welts of her stockings, wrenching an anguished cry from her lips.

‘Oh,
five
,' she moaned, tears misting her eyes.

‘And last but not least…' Dimly, Dan's voice penetrated her trancelike state. The final tongue of fire cut into the tender crease where buttock and thigh meet, uniting pleasure and pain, stoking the inferno within and drawing a final triumphant shout of, ‘Six…!'

She'd made it, bravely bearing every searing stroke.

Urgently, roughly, Dan grasped her undulating hips and without preamble buried his full length deep inside her cunt with a single masterly thrust, then slowly withdrew, then in again and out again until, helpless to prevent it as he felt himself gripped tight within her, he came in a flood as they exultantly climaxed together.

Carefully Dan carried Laura to the bedroom, stripped off her remaining clothes, apart from the seamed stockings, and carefully rubbed her blazing nates with soothing cold cream. When his tender ministrations had finished Laura turned onto her back, spread her legs wide and urged him to fuck her again, but slowly this time, and in glorious technicolour.

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Every stroke produced a frantic, immodest weaving of hips and drumming of toes, but Mrs Burton somehow managed to maintain her stance, keeping some shred of decorum as her curvaceous bottom was soundly whipped.

‘Well done,' he said, ‘you took that caning very well, now stay exactly where you are and I'll reward your fortitude.'

‘Thank you,' Mrs Burton replied huskily, ‘that would be lovely.'

In town and in the country, in offices and suburban semis, women have been getting their first spanking. Reluctantly, hesitantly, sometimes forcibly; some even discovering a taste for further punishment. Perhaps that's why the woman sat next to you on the train is smiling?

Over-confident career women are tamed and petulant young wives receive a stinging comeuppance in this compelling collection of short stories written by Laurel Aspen, who may well have been present at the time…

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