She gave me an evil grin that I hadn't seen before. "Now that I've got you sufficiently warmed up, we can get down to some serious beating."
I gulped, then comforted myself with the thought that she was just trying to play with my head.
She hit me over and over again, quite hard, but with ample time to recover between blows. I was yipping a little, but not really crying or screaming.
She noticed this. "I'd like to make you scream a little. Is that okay with you, or do you usually stop here?"
"Uh, yes to both."
"Both? Well, I *am* flattered. But not so much that I won't hit you as hard as I can."
The first blow landed, and I screamed, just as she had desired. My ass felt so hot, I could have sworn she had heated the brush on the stove, even though I knew she had not. Another blow, another scream. God, she was good. Again. We continued for a while, then I decided I had had enough. "Vanilla," I said.
She stopped and began to lightly kiss the area she had just smacked, feather light kisses that I wouldn't even have been able to feel if my ass weren't so tender. She turned me over and planted the same feathery kisses on my thighs, then my vulva, then my clit. She began to treat me as I had treated her, and with the same result.
We snuggled up close, and I played with her hair while she caressed my cheek. "I knew if I joined the Ithaca Barter Network I'd meet some interesting people," I said.
She put on a phony English accent. "Well met," she said, "Jolly well met."
And our relationship continued, and grew, but those are other stories.
***********
There really is a "Leda and the Swan" like the one I describe in the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Check it out the next time you're there. (There also really is an aquarium in the Museum of Modern Art with three basketballs floating in it. I leave checking THAT out to your own discretion.)
Copyright 1991 Cory L. Kerens. You can read it and lend it to friends, but please don't repost it or sell it.
************************************************************ Who needs other drugs when we've got sex and chocolate?
Well, there it is, just as it was when I posted it, umpteen years ago. Hope it helps slightly with the boredom!
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Strictly Mediocre Story: Leda and the Swan, part 5
Date: 2007-03-27 11:26 pm (UTC)She gave me an evil grin that I hadn't seen before. "Now that I've got you sufficiently warmed up, we can get down to some serious beating."
I gulped, then comforted myself with the thought that she was just trying to play with my head.
She hit me over and over again, quite hard, but with ample time to recover between blows. I was yipping a little, but not really crying or screaming.
She noticed this. "I'd like to make you scream a little. Is that okay with you, or do you usually stop here?"
"Uh, yes to both."
"Both? Well, I *am* flattered. But not so much that I won't hit you as hard as I can."
The first blow landed, and I screamed, just as she had desired. My ass felt so hot, I could have sworn she had heated the brush on the stove, even though I knew she had not. Another blow, another scream. God, she was good. Again. We continued for a while, then I decided I had had enough. "Vanilla," I said.
She stopped and began to lightly kiss the area she had just smacked, feather light kisses that I wouldn't even have been able to feel if my ass weren't so tender. She turned me over and planted the same feathery kisses on my thighs, then my vulva, then my clit. She began to treat me as I had treated her, and with the same result.
We snuggled up close, and I played with her hair while she caressed my cheek. "I knew if I joined the Ithaca Barter Network I'd meet some interesting people," I said.
She put on a phony English accent. "Well met," she said, "Jolly well met."
And our relationship continued, and grew, but those are other stories.
***********
There really is a "Leda and the Swan" like the one I describe in the
Metropolitan Museum of Art. Check it out the next time you're there.
(There also really is an aquarium in the Museum of Modern Art with
three basketballs floating in it. I leave checking THAT out to your
own discretion.)
Copyright 1991 Cory L. Kerens. You can read it and lend it to
friends, but please don't repost it or sell it.
************************************************************
Who needs other drugs when we've got sex and chocolate?
Well, there it is, just as it was when I posted it, umpteen years ago. Hope it helps slightly with the boredom!