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Authors name: BunnyGirl (sweetestwitch@aol.com)
Story title : WHACK!
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WHACK! (M/f-teen, spank)
by BunnyGirl (sweetestwitch@aol.com)
***
A spoiled sixteen year old, Tia, discovers a fetish for
getting... spanked.
***
I confess... I'm spoiled and love attention and don't
like being ignored, especially by guys. One night, when
I was sixteen, my boyfriend Mike, twenty-six, and his
friends, did exactly that - ignored me. Actually it was
worse, they didn't just ignore me, but made me the
designated housewife for the evening. I got pissie...
and admittedly... out of hand.
Mike and I were just deciding on plans for that day, when
his cell rang. The guys made an impromptu date to get
together that evening to watch a stupid game on TV. There
were about seven of them, including Mike, and they
planned to go over to Jerry's, since he had the wide
screen TV.
I do like football, just... didn't feel like watching it
that night. I was hoping that Mike would take me for a
drive (in his Porsche, God I love speed!) out to the
beach or something, for some sexy time alone. Horny as
sin all day, I couldn't think of anything, but crawling
all over his beautiful body, stuffing my aching pussy
full of hard cock and fucking his brains out - all-
fucking-night-long.
We got to Jerry's place... I took our provided "goods" to
the kitchen (a twelve pack of beer, cold cut sandwiches -
that Mike twisted my arm to make - chips, and a four-pack
of pina-colada, for me.) I joined the guys in the TV room
and quickly got bored.
Kicking aside all lady-like actions, I downed the four,
fruity, malt beverages. The November night was humid and
sticky, not unusual for Hawaii, and the "coolers" didn't
help to cool me at all.
I decided, that even if I wasn't going to enjoy the game
- because I was, too, busy pouting - I could at least
relax on one of Jerry's three, over-stuffed recliners.
Every time I sat down though, Mike, or one of his
friends, would tell me to get them a beer or something
from the kitchen. I fumed, got tipsy and couldn't take it
anymore.
Boldly, yet unsteadily, I walked around Mike, stood
behind his chair and poured almost half a bottle of Bud
down his back. I wasn't totally conscious of what I was
doing until he jumped out of his seat and screamed at me,
"What the fuck's wrong with you?!"
A couple of his friends shook their heads and looked
surprise. One friend, Quintin, said, "Damn! The bitch
needs a whooping, Mikey!"
Mike grabbed my right wrist, tore the bottle from my hand
and hauled me down the hall to the bathroom. Suddenly, I
was terrified, all sorts of thoughts went through my
mind. I could hear his friends laugh and jeer behind, one
of them yelled, "Yeah, Mikey! Go!"
Mike dragged me, kicking and slapping, to the bathroom
and ripped into me, "Why the hell did you do that, Tia?!
Why do you fucking embarrass me in front of the guys?"
"Well, you're fucking ignoring me and shit, like your
friends mean more to you than I do!" I argued back.
Mike pulled his green and yellow, striped shirt over his
head and tossed it to the sink. "You're so fucking
spoiled, Tia! And so fucking immature!"
"Oh?! Oh?!" I stood there defiantly, with fists on hips,
"I'M immature?!" - I had no defense.
"Yeah-you-are!" he stammered.
All of a sudden, the fear of Mike breaking up with me,
hit hard - I sobered quickly. Through crocodile tears I
tried to apologize, "Look, I'm sorry, I'm kinda drunk,
just don't... just don't be mad with me. I'm sorry.
Really. OK?"
The more I apologized the more he seemed infuriated and
roared, "Stop, Tia! You fucking don't know when to quit!"
his muscles flexed with anger.
The thought of losing that fantastic bod over something
stupid coaxed my tears to flowing.
"Don't cry, Tia! You're not gonna get your way this
time!"
Mike slammed the toilet lid down, turned his back to it,
spun me around, jerked my yellow sundress up to my waist,
and yanked my white, lace panties to my knees. He flipped
me over his lap, and held me tight, my ass so far up that
my forehead almost hit the tile floor. I struggled and
screamed, but couldn't get off of him.
Then... nothing. About a minute ticked by, I thought that
maybe he'd reconsidered his intentions, so I took the
upper-hand and broke the silence with a demand.
"Let go of me!" I squirmed and wiggled on his lap, but
Mike only held me tighter.
"I said let go of me, you pig!"
'WHACK!'
I shrieked. The hardest spank I ever felt in my life - up
until that point - landed across both my ass cheeks. My
body immediately tensed, I screamed again and tried to
shield my butt with my hands to prevent his blows from
connecting. He held me even tighter and slapped my ass
again. I could hear someone at the bathroom door
giggling, "Ssshh... maaan... ssshh... he's wackin' on her
maaan!" Laughter bellowed through the house.
After the third or fourth spank, my ass stung and burned,
then Mikey called me something he never did before, "You
fucking cunt, Tia... you fucking cunt."
But, something in his voice changed, he didn't sound so
upset, still, a type of rage hummed through his words,
though it seemed lower and a lot softer.
"Is this what you wanted? Is this why you're such a
little cunt, Tia?" he stuttered.
"No!" I screeched, and struggled to free myself.
His hand came down again, but that time he didn't pull
away, he slid it across my ass, grabbed my stinging,
right cheek and pulled. I felt his hot breath waft over
my exposed opening - humiliation streamed through me. He
loosened his grip, drew his hand back, and then another,
more forceful slap, dropped on my rear, the impact
jiggled my ass. Again, he slid his hand across my cheeks,
rubbed and squeezed them, his fingers probed my burning
crack and slid down to my pussy. I wiggled and tried to
get off of him - the scene confused me.
"Stop it, Tia." He spanked me again for struggling.
Immediately after that slap, I first felt his wet tongue
plunge through my butt crack, then wiggle down toward my
pussy, and concluded with a hot, sloppy kiss on my puffy
cunt-lips.
Mike ripped the panties off my legs, spread my thighs
wider and feverishly rubbed his hand over my smooth
pussy; the wet-sticky-squishy sound of cunt abuse, echoed
through the bathroom. He pulled his hand away and hurled
down another spank, but that time directly on my pussy.
I yelped, but was so turned on by that spank, that I
ground my cunt onto his thigh. I tried pushing up to sit
on his lap for a desperately needed fuck, but he mistook
my pushing as an act of escape and spanked my pussy
again.
I dug my nails into his ankle and begged him to eat my
cunt. He spread my pussy, forced two fingers on either
side of my fully engorged clit and pumped. I pushed back,
shoved my throbbing clit through his slippery fingers
only four times, before squirting his hand, forearm, the
floor (and everything else in the bathroom) with cum.
THAT was the beginning of my spanking fetish....
*
The next day, in his bed, Mike told me that I cried and
babbled, almost incoherently, the first time I came
during my spanking. Asked me if my father spanked me when
I was little. Told him only once, that I could recall,
and asked why.
He said, "It was weird, but your voice sounded like a
little girl's, and you kept moaning - You're a bad
daddy... so bad daddy... fucking me...."
I asked him, in a little girl's voice, "Like this Mikey?
I said 'bad daddy... fucking me' when I came?"
Mike moaned, "Oh-fuck-yeah-Tia... you did...." He
trembled violently above me, his cock inflated and
jerked, and shot his load deep up my cunt.
*
By the way, I broke up with Mike about two months after
that incident. Though Jerry's Harley wasn't as fast as
the Porsche, I discovered how nicely it vibrated between
my legs. Also discovered... Jerry's anal fetish.
*
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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.
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