Spanking Seduction (M/F, spank, lang, no sex)
Copyright (c) 2002 ReadyOne.  All rights reserved.
I stood up and set my drink on an end table on the
other side of the room.  Then I walked back over to
Sharon and pulled her to her feet.  She reached up, put
her arms around my shoulders and tilted her head in
obvious invitation.  Instead, I surprised her by
picking her up and depositing her on the couch, face
down.  Then I straddled the small of her back and
started to massage her shoulders.  She purred to tell
me she was enjoying the attention.
After a bit, I slid back so that I was over her knees.
I grasp her hips and pulled them back and up.  She rose
on her arms to rest on all fours.
Reaching under her waist, I unbuttoned the top couple
of buttons of her jeans and pulled her blouse loose
from inside them.  Next I undid all the blouse buttons
and pulled it up to her shoulders.  Finally I loosened
the bra and slid it up to her shoulders too.
Sharon started trying to take them off but I grabbed
her two arms and pulled them to her sides.  Leaning
forward at the same time, I propelled her flat down on
the couch.  It was sudden and she gasped a little bit
from the impact.
"My way," I said, and moved back up to straddle her
waist.
I took her hands and raised her arms over her head,
laying them on the wide couch arm.  Then I took off her
blouse, one arm at a time, and hung onto the brassier.
I crossed her wrists and wound it around them just
loose enough so she could work her way out if she
really wanted to.  I even got the ends to come out even
so I could use one of the eyehooks to fasten them
together.  Sharon lay quietly.
Turning myself around, I still straddled her waist.  I
went to work massaging her legs, gently prying her
thighs apart.  There is a place on the jeans where four
layers of cloth all come together to make a stiff lump,
and I started pressing on the lump and moving it around
in a circle.  For many girls it's in just the right
place to push up into the clit.
Sharon said, "Feels good."
"There's many things that feel good" I replied.  "Wait
till you feel my hand on your bare bottom."
With those words Sharon squirmed a bit more and pushed
her crotch up against my hand.
After a minute more of this, I swung around over her
waist again to face toward her head.  She was gripping
the edge of the couch with her hands.  I slid back to
her knees and pulled her hips up a bit.  Sharon rested
on her forearms, with her head pressed to the couch.
She kept her hips high enough for me to reach under and
finish with the fly buttons.
When I had pealed her jeans down past her knees, I
patted her bottom.  She lay down and I moved to sit
beside her.  Then I put my hands under her bikini
briefs and massaged her buns.  I rubbed my beard and
long hair softly against her back and sides.  Lying
across her back, I kissed then nibbled on the back of
her neck.  Sharon settled in contentedly as I moved to
her ear lobe.
Suddenly I tongued her ear giving her the old "wet
Willie".  It tickled her and tried to squirm away.  I
stopped and softly whispered in her ear, "When rape is
inevitable, lay back and enjoy it."
"Is it rape when you want it?"  came the rejoinder.
"Decide afterward how much of it you really wanted."
Then I straddled her waist, facing backwards, and
pinning her securely to the couch.  I reached under her
undies to massage her firm round bottom again.  This
girl had nice curves, meat on her bones.  Her definite
waist marked her as female and her legs came together
in a nice taper to emphasis her globular buttocks.
In a bit I pulled her cheeks apart and pressed on the
spot between her two openings.  Sharon wiggled to
spread her legs as much as she could, which wasn't much
since she was still laying face down on the couch with
her ankles constrained by the jeans.
Then Sharon tried to kick the jeans off over her feet
to give me better access.  I reached quickly with one
hand to grab her ponytail and pull in it until I had
tension.  With the other hand I put a firm smack on her
bottom.
"My way.  Last warning."
Sharon went limp and I let go of her hair.  "No one has
ever hit me before like that since my dad spanked me as
a little girl."
I moved my hands back to give her waist, sides, and
beautiful bottom their full attention.  After a while,
I rolled down her bikini briefs, and put a hand under
tummy to her to lift up.  She rose up enough so I could
slide them to join her jeans.  Then I turned slipped
one knee between her legs to spread her thighs apart.
Her lips were swollen and wetness showed between them.
I teased her public hair apart and then used my
lightest touch to rub in a circle over her lips until
her clit showed itself.  Moistening a finger in my
mouth I touched it to the hood of her clit and began to
move in small circles again.  Sharon sighed and her
breathing became that of a very excited female.
"Talk to me" I commanded.
"Feels good.  Oh, I like you finger on my clit.  I'm
tied up her and I can't do anything but let you work my
button.  You're going to make me cum, I bet, and I
can't stop you from doing anything you want.  Harder, I
want to feel it more.  Ah, ah, damn you, do it more!
Take me, force me over the edge.  Don't be so light.
You a fradie-cat?  Go a little harder, please."
She paused for a bit and I kept gently working using my
finger like the wings of a butterfly.  Girls who want
heavy pressure on their clit too soon don't cum near as
hard or long as girls who are teased along to higher
heights.
"I need more of it.  Give me some stimulation, please.
You've got me hot and bothered and now you're
frustrating me."
I kept going lightly for a while.  "You don't really
want it bad enough yet."
"You fucker, don't you play with me.  Do it harder! I
want more! Don't you hold back you bastard, let me have
it!"
Sharon began to struggle and push herself against me.
Her moans became louder and her profanity increased.  I
was most careful to be light with my touch.  As she
squirmed more, I put my free hand on her tailbone and
held her down so she couldn't thrust back against my
gentle fingering.
"You damn son of a bitch, you're a mean cruel mother-
fucking, cock sucking, cunt teasing, brutal bastard!
Let me cum, damn it! You're getting off on this and I
want to cum so bad and you won't do a damn thing to
help! I hate you, pussy sucking, ass fucking, filthy
ass-hole! Why won't you let me cum, you prick!"
Sharon was screaming.  "I want to cuuummm" ended in a
long wail and flailed her hands feet up and down to no
avail.
I stopped rubbing and gave her ass a good smack.  "Not
nice to call me names when you want a favor."  I got up
and turned around to straddle her waist again, facing
backwards.
Grabbing both ass cheeks with my hands, I spread them
and leaned over to kiss between them.  I dribbled a
glob of spit just and watched it run through her crack
into her pussy.  Then I plunged two fingers into Sharon
and thrust hard against her.  Which each one, she
gasped.  I felt her tighten up against me.
Her pussy muscles started to spasm and she yelled
"Don't stop I'm almost there! Please don't stop,
please, please! Keep going lover, I need you, please do
it.  I'm ready, I'm ready, almost there..."  The last
came out in another wail.
So I stopped, the cruel mean mother fucking bastard son
of a bitch that I am.  Or whatever the words were that
she used to describe me.
"Lay still.  Move and I'll slap your ass silly."  This
was a gamble, but I took it because I needed to run
into the bedroom for some condoms, lube, and cold
cream.  Note to self:  Stashing some in the coffee
table drawer and hope certain guests don't find them.
When I returned, Sharon's hands weren't over her head
but were down in her crotch.  Her body was moaning and
shaking.
"Sharon, Sharon, Sharon.  Couldn't you wait one
minute?"  She turned her head and looked at me but
continued to shake and moan for a while.
After she stopped, she said "Don't worry, there's more
to cum."
"You're right, there is more to c-o-m-e" and I reached
under her to take her hands and stand her up beside the
couch.  The bra around her wrists was very loose now
and almost slipped off.  I lead her over to an
overstuffed chair and bent her over the winged arm.
Collecting some cushions from around the room, I made
her comfortable with her feet just touching the floor.
The garage door opens into the family room.  I ducked
into it for a couple of bungie cords, leaving the door
open so I could watch her.  She readjusted the cushions
so that her breasts dangled between them and the far
arm of the chair.
On the far side of the chair I hooked a cord at the
bottom to connect the two chair feet.  Next I retied
Sharon's wrists.  Finally, I hooked the bra around her
wrists to the cord at the bottom of the chair and put
enough tension to stretch her out and encourage her to
keep her feet off the floor.  There was still an easy
foot of play in the bungie if she wanted to pull
against it.
"Sharon, here's your chance to back out.  If you don't
like being laid out this way just say so.  We can have
gently loving in the missionary position if that's what
you're comfortable with."
"This is OK.  It's kind of nice to be restrained but
still able to struggle.  And you'll certainly be a
better lover if you don't act like a missionary!"
"If you don't like what I'm doing at any time then you
can use a safeword.  I suggest `Safe-yellow' if you me
to ease up, and `Safe-red' if you want to stop cold."
"That will work fine."
"Obviously, I may not be gentle all the time.  Your ass
is mine, babe!"
"Only `cause I give it to you!"  she retorted.
Stepping up to Sharon, I started massaging her sides
and worked down to her hips and buns, spreading her
cheeks while I kneaded them.  Moving my hands on down,
I pulled her pussy lips apart and teased with my
fingertips at the opening to her love muscle.  I
abandon one hand and let two fingers of other be drawn
in completely.  I alternated between tickling Sharon's
g-spot with a `come-hither' motion and thrusting the
fingers in and out to rub it firmly.  When the moans
came I knew this girl was ready to go again.
Then I started spanking her.
I started gently and ramped up slow.  After each blow I
slid my finger over her clit one, two or three times.
I tried to not keep a rhythm and tried to spread the
blows around in space as well as time.  A pink glow
spread all over her ass and thighs.  Soon each swat not
only caused her body to jerk but also made a cry pass
her lips.  They increased to definite yells without any
tears.
I made sure that the pleasure from the stimulation of
her clit offset the pain for her spanking.  Sharon
seemed to stay balanced near the edge of climax, but
what she was really doing was moving back and forth
across the line with mini-peeks.  I soon noticed this
and let her fall back a bit after each one for 10 or 15
seconds of rest.  I pushed harder each time we went up
the slope and was rewarded with a bigger peek each
time.
I could see Sharon was getting tired and the feeling in
my spanking hand told me it was time to wind things up.
When I though she was close again, I rubbed hard on her
clit and slapped hard on her bottom.  A giant sob came
and her body went into spasms of release.  I continued
to stimulate her.
With tears coming, Sharon whimpered, "Keep hitting!"
So I smacked her hard every 5 seconds and she just kept
sobbing and cuming.
Over a dozen swats landed during her climax, until
suddenly she went limp.  Sharon had cum hard for well
over a minute.  I stopped as soon as I saw she'd hit
the wall.  After releasing her hands I knelt beside her
and stroked her hair as she came back to this universe.
"I've never been there before.  I didn't know it could
hurt so neat.  Thank you."
"Are you comfortable?  If not, lay down on the couch or
on the floor.  I'm going to cool down your red bottom
with cold cream."
Sharon moved to the couch.  I kissed her lightly then
sat down on the edge to do my ministrations.  When the
cold cream was on I lay down beside her and cuddled
her, stroked her hair, and gently kiss her every now
and then.
After a while I got up and fetched us each a sports
drink from the refrigerator.  When we finished them
Sharon gave me a big mischievous smile.  "Now what can
I do for you where I'm not laying on my back or sitting
on my bottom?"