I
get so preoccupied with this story so I forget I can write something
else. That is, something else fit for the blog. Maybe I should take a
break and write something different? I don't know.
Tom
was a little hesitant in the beginning, being a little overwhelmed by
the sound of the leather of his belt against Stephanie's soft bottom.
And the sounds of distress she uttered. She didn't protest, or say
anything so he kept on.
He
got into a pace of smacking her, and sensing her wriggle in his lap.
In a way he found that he actually enjoyed the sensation of her body
moving against his. It encouraged him to smack a little harder, to
increase the frequency.
Soon
he was smacking along, in a good, steady pace. Stephanie was panting,
and sighing, and giving out small pathetic sounds of distress. In his
current state of mind, those sounds only made him want to spank her
more. So he did.
Tom
stopped to take a breath, and happened to look down on Stephanie's
buttocks. They were now not only bruised from before, but had taken
on a very active red colour. Suddenly Tom felt bad about spanking
her.
'Maybe,'
he said, hesitantly, 'maybe we are done.'
Stephanie
didn't reply.
He
put down the belt, and stared at her bottom for a while. Then he
gently touched her right buttock. Stephanie let go of a strange
sound, like a sigh. Her skin felt hot.
The
next thing he knew, he was caressing her buttock, sensing the skin
under his hand. Stephanie wriggled in his lap. He extended his
attention to the other buttock. He was captivated, and thought that
he should, perhaps, not do this, but since Stephanie didn't protest,
he decided to continue.
In
his exploration of Stephanie's buttocks, he happened, accidentally to
let his fingers slip in between them, and was surprised by the
reaction he got. Stephanie moaned. First he thought that perhaps she
was in pain.
Then
he couldn't help himself, so he did it again. This time she wriggled.
The third time she whimpered, and began to squirm. He was quite
surprised by her reaction.
With
a sigh, and a wriggle, she slipped off his lap.
'Oh,
did I hurt you?'
He
didn't get a reply. Stephanie's body began to shiver, and Tom was
convinced she was in pain. Then she looked up at him, with tears in
her eyes.
She
wasn't sobbing, she was laughing.
She
struggled for breath, she was laughing so much. Tom was confused. He
stared at her, and didn't understand a thing.
Stephanie
was still laughing as she got to her feet, and pulled her knickers
up.
'I...I
got to go,' she had a hard time talking, she was sobbing with
laughter.
'What's
the matter, did I do something wrong?'
'No,
Tom, nothing wrong, that was great. You're such a silly boy, at
times. But I love you for that.'
She
leaned forward and kissed his cheek. Then she went away. Tom was left
on the bench, with his belt by his side, and his mind more confused
than ever.
wonderful that you are till going..
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Me delectat :)
ReplyDeleteThe stories are great. Maybe some more Roman legions. U know the Romans had lots of slaves. And lots of whipping too... Just throwing it out there :P
Claudius
Janice,
ReplyDeleteI can understand Tom's confusion,
Girls are confusing, I think that they do it deliberately.
Love and warm hugs,
Paul.
Always enjoy reading your stories; this one was nice, but, as you said, may have run its course.
ReplyDeletePublic whipping stories were excellent; perhaps, return to those when you are so inclined?
My dear -- write what moves, amuses or arouses you. YOU. What's the point, otherwise?
ReplyDeleteHugs,
Wystan
Dear Recidavist, long time, no see, good to hear from you. Hope you are well and happy.
ReplyDeleteDear Anonymous, I do like the idea of Romans, and Roman slave markets and that sort of thing. Why not naked Egyptian temple dancers...? :-)
Dear Paul, I think we are...:-) And we do. And I think these girls know what they are doing.
Dear Anonymous, the public whippings are always hits, it seems.
Dear Wystan, I never thought of betraying that idea. Thank you for your support...:-)
Hugs
Janice