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Bound For Glory
by Peter_Pan (uds3@hotmail.com)
***
Shannon is just a cute teenager. It's not her fault she
has fantasies she shouldn't. Problem is when your
"nice" boyfriend has a vivid imagination also. Toss in
a decent-size Hotel suite and you're talking a game
played with high-stake prison rules! (Mf-teen, mast,
1st, bd, rom)
***
Few girls air their most personal fantasies. Whilst
being gang-raped, taken forcibly by their fathers or
having their dress ripped off in the shopping mall,
preparatory to being openly molested by a bunch of
over-heated school-boys, ranks way up there in the
dream-stakes, any such reality might offer somewhat
less of a rush.
Shannon though, had just the one teensy weensy
daydream. To be tied-up and spanked soundly! Just
eighteen now, she most certainly had the body for it.
Barely five-two from the soles of her remarkably pretty
little feet to the part in her mop of curly light-brown
hair, she weighed-in at no more than a hundred and
twelve pounds. Anyone in the market for an ultimately
cute teenager with probably the most appealing lips,
breasts and silhouette this side of Aphrodite herself,
would assuredly need to be taking a number.
Not just a pretty face, she had worked hard in her last
years at school to score big-time in those final exams.
This by necessity had meant just the occasional
boyfriend and the even more occasional night out. She
may have still been a virgin but played host
nevertheless to the same hormones on active standby as
most any other school-girl. What another boy was
denied, her own fingers were free to pursue...and most
nights unquestionably DID. It was at such intimate
moments the specter of being tied-up and left helpless
infiltrated her naughty little musings.
Todd had been in love with Shannon since her sophomore
year. Something less than a forceful personality, he
had watched with aching ventricular distress as a
veritable procession of 'hulks' had offered their
dubious chaperoning duties, the majority of which
however had earned short-shift from the blue-eyed
academic who if nothing else, knew her own mind and was
not about to be pressured into any short-term
relationship just for the sake of the visuals. High-
school politics and student cliques had never been
Shannon's thing.
Having regarded Todd as little more than a confidante
during the intervening years, she had agreed finally to
a one-off date - maybe to defer the rigors of Purgatory
at some later stage. She was after all, a good Catholic
girl! As it turned out she discovered she could have
done way worse – had in fact in dates gone by. Over a
period of some six and a half weeks she found herself
in fully unchartered territory – head over heels in
love. Todd was smiling, his fortunes had turned a
complete one-eighty. It was almost enough to join the
local Bible society!
Just a fortnight before she was to attend her first
semester at College, they had decided to spend a
romantic weekend at a mountains retreat. Todd's father,
a man of kindly disposition, had slipped his son a
couple of hundred-dollar bills as they left for the
car.
"Take real good care of her son," he called after him,
"She's an angel."
The entire journey, Todd found himself trying to
repress images that for sure, his genteel up-bringing
had no part in creating. Images as far removed from his
established lifestyle as might be imagined. Shannon sat
beside him looking out at the forested landscape in
transit, holding his hand and as content in the world
she inhabited as might be an oyster ensconced in its
new shell.
Swinging off the exit road and into the guests'
allocated parking area immediately fronting the gothic
edifice that was the "Grand Victoria," they got out of
the car and stretched. Todd flipped the trunk release
and Shannon tugged out her overnight bag before
reaching further-in to retrieve her boyfriend's snap-
lock. Pushing past her with uncharacteristic
abruptness, he muttered "I'll get that Shannon!" She
caught what she interpreted as momentary panic in his
voice.
The young desk-clerk lifted his head to attend to the
approaching guests. Somewhere though, between his pre-
rehearsed welcome-speech and their arrival at the
reception desk, his vocal chords suffered a major
operational relapse. Perhaps it was the imminency of
what up until that moment was undoubtedly the best-
looking girl he had ever seen. Maybe it was the brevity
of that tight little skirt which was suddenly displayed
in all its curvaceous limitations as she bent over
quite innocently, to retrieve the clutch bag she had
dropped.
Of course we can't rule out the fact either that even
taking into account the tasteful nature of the blouse
she was wearing, everything beneath was somewhat
clearly outlined and despite the fact she needed only a
modest-sized bra for her age, push-ups can do wonders
and sufficient of her cleavage was still visible let's
say, to give Pamela Anderson a decent run for her
money.
"I, er...that is to say The Grand Victoria welcomes you
folks," he stammered, trying to look anywhere but into
those depressingly unavailable pretty blue eyes. "You
have a booking?" he enquired of Todd, who was already
filling out a registration form and fully aware of the
effect Shannon was having on the man.
In possession of their electronic keys, they took the
elevator to the third floor where adjacent suites 306
and 308 awaited their incoming temporary residents.
Todd had been hoping for a shared suite naturally
enough, but one glance at Shannon's father had
eliminated that little possibility, let alone any hope
of his being able to persuade Shannon herself. Even his
own father had said to him "Just behave son, you know
what we expect of you!"
Getting on for 7 p.m. as it was, they decided to have
dinner at Cavaliers restaurant on the ground floor with
the intention then of maybe watching a movie upstairs
together. With the wealth of sight-seeing planned for
the following day, a real late night was not called
for.
Barely twenty and not yet with the poise and
worldliness of an older man, Todd raised the waiter's
eyebrow by enquiring as to whether the "Atlantic
Salmon" came with chips or not. Shannon erred on the
side of caution meanwhile and simply ordered a Beef
Stroganoff. It was at the point Todd requested a wine-
list that the waiter's smirk intensified.
"And you both have ID yes?" he muttered deadpan. The
view down the young girl's top from where he was
standing right that second, really did compensate for
the mediocre salary.
Sipping her champagne, she could feel the hot flush
spreading across her face. She felt delicious. Todd
smiled at her. What he was imagining would have had
Shannon's parents sprinting down to the local
courthouse, organizing an AVO to be served on her
companion.
Ensuring that the wine flowed in anything but
moderation, Todd was heartened by the fact that
Shannon's giggles were now punctuated by the odd
slurred word. That he loved her was in no doubt – who
in their right mind could not? That he desired a taste
of the outré in terms of amorous inclination towards
his wholly innocent partner was almost understandable.
The fact is, if either party had been privy to the
other's secret thoughts, they might have taken their
leave of Cavaliers way earlier.
Back in 308, Shannon sank into the plush chair, while
Todd fiddled about with the remote trying to locate the
main menu.
"World Trade Center" or "Talladega Nights" Shan?" he
asked.
"Whatever," she replied, kicking her heels off. "Think
maybe I need a coffee actually." She couldn't repress a
further bout of girlish laughter.
"What you NEED is another glass of champagne sexy
features," Todd grinned. He already had the cork off
the "courtesy bottle" in the fridge and was pouring
them a glass each.
"Do you really think I'm sexy?' she giggled, looking up
at him, using every coquettish mannerism available to
her. Todd was having a hard time, not to put too fine a
point on it.
"Nooo," she cried out as he handed her a three-quarter
filled wine-glass. "I've had way more than I should
Todd. Are you trying to get me drunk or something?"
"Frankly...yeah," he confessed, "And yes, I do think
you're sexy Shannon. God, if only you knew..." his
voice trailed off.
"Knew what?' she asked, taking the glass from his hand
with no further verbal resistance.
"Never mind," Todd muttered. "You wouldn't wanna know."
"Try me," she volunteered, "I am an adult now, right?"
"That you are Shannon," he replied, both of them then
quaffing a healthy few centimeters of the highly
effervescent Yellow Glen.
"Soo," she pursued unrelentingly, "What is it you had
in mind for me Todd... really!"
"You know Shan... you must know surely?" he looked that
second like a small boy who's mother was asking him
what he wanted for Christmas?
"Ohhh that," she smiled up at him, fully aware he had
an awesomely unrestricted view from that angle, of her
cleavage, maybe more. "Well you know I just don't feel
ready yet... I'm still only eighteen don't forget!"
"ONLY eighteen?" he almost choked. "Most girls at
school have lost their virginity by ninth grade these
days...You can't blame me for like, "wanting to?" I
mean, I really love you Shannon and well... it's
driving me crazy."
Taking first one more sip of the champagne for support,
she put the glass on the table. "I know Todd. Truth is
– I think about it myself too." She blushed brightly in
both cheeks at the thought of what she really did think
about. "I suppose I'm just a bit scared... and drunk
now," she added giggling anew. "It's all your fault!"
"Well hey, why don't we take advantage of that little
eventuality Shannon?" he smiled broadly, standing in
front of the chair and holding both arms out to her?
"Tell you what," she teased, pulling him towards her.
"I'm feeling so light-headed I really should go to my
own room now, but if you promise to behave Todd, I'll
sit on your lap while we watch Will Ferrell... Deal?"
Clearly, her vocal delivery was worsening.
"Deal," he replied with but hesitant conviction.
Scooping her up, Todd sat down in the chair and booted
up the credits for "Talladega Nights", The sensation
afforded him by the placement of Shannon's warm body or
more relevantly, curvy little rear-end in his lap,
didn't bear mention.
Eighteen-year old girls for the most part, do not only
feel nice, they smell nice. Shannon bless her push-up,
exuded what you might term the ultimate in
desirability. Not ten minutes into the movie and having
almost emptied their glasses again, the duo's on-site
inhibitions were further on the wane. Nothing like a
glass or five of champagne to boost the pioneering
spirit.
Barely had Ricky Bobby nailed his first NASCAR
preliminary, when Todd's arms had eased their way north
and were even now nudging their own red-line at the
lower onset of Shannon's 32B under-lifter. If she
noticed the approaching invaders she was making no
mention of the fact. Todd glanced across at the snap-
lock case on the bed. "Realistically what are the
odds?" he asked himself.
As the accumulated alcohol made its acquaintance with
the young girl's passing red and white blood cells,
concentration became uniquely difficult, even to the
point that with Todd's right hand now bravely
encircling her left breast, the best she could come up
with was a fresh set of giggles and a non too clear,
"Tha's naughty Todd." He definitely had in mind to be
naughtier!
Cupping her right breast equally delicately, he gently
squeezed the contents of both palms. Shannon began
wriggling perceptibly on his lap in what Todd took to
be pleasured acquiescence as she brought her own small
hands up on top of his. As his fondling took on a more
intense aspect, the slightest of soft sighs became
audible from the lips of the semi-conscious teenager.
"Mmmm" she purred.
With each gentle squeeze, the contents of that hot
little bra were displayed to even greater advantage.
Just one button freed-up might permit a viewing window
that had the potential to disclose one or both nipples
he realized.
"Wha...what are you doing Todd?" she struggled to get
out the words. She brought her hand up and pulled his
away from its designated task.
"It's OK Shan," he cajoled, "Just let me... I promise I
won't try anything else. I only want to make you feel
good."
By this time, he had not only the button undone but his
right hand had slipped well inside her bra. Although
this eventuality restored a degree of awareness in the
girl's mind, the feeling of a man's hand fondling that
which no other had ever encroached upon, tended to
anaesthetize her alarm buttons. Basically it felt so
good she wanted more.
Todd was losing his grip on reality. His every instinct
was to rip that flimsy little top to shreds, lose the
skirt and toss her on the far bed. The rest would take
care of itself. Oddly enough, Shannon's senses were
running amok also. All she was imagining was Todd
ripping her skirt and top off, tossing her on that far
bed and spanking her stupid. Had they known, they could
have saved each other a lot of time by comparing notes!
The romantic tableau started moving away from the
typical Cary Grant/Deborah Kerr scenario to more a Bill
Clinton/Monica Lewinsky aspect, at the point Todd's
right hand located the hem of Shannon's skirt and the
relative ease with which he was able to tug it higher.
Shannon registered some token resistance with a
lethargic "Not up there Todd," but somehow in the
translation it came across as "Ohh yess – right up
there please Todd." Either way, once her hot little
matching-green panties were exposed, highlighted let us
assume unintentionally – by a few strategic hip
wriggles, neither participant was complaining.
Will Ferrell was long forgotten. The wholly entrancing
view of Shannon's now totally exposed panties as they
curved down between her thighs, was feeding Todd's
arousal. His fingers, depressing the full extent of her
vaginal cleft, was feedings hers. Heavy as the young
girl's breathing was, his was louder. Able to feel the
moisture seeping through the absorbent cotton, Todd's
higher logic circuits were sinking fast in a morass of
lustful indulgence. Simply the sensation inherent in
fondling Shannon's breasts and nipples was bequeathing
his peristaltic rate a turbo boost.
For her part, Shannon was losing it. Her respiratory
rate right off the graph and her sighs peppered now
with bona-fide moans, she was fully unaware of even
parting her legs to accommodate his inbound fingers.
This wasn't petting, it was fully fledged anarchy.
So far down his lap had she slid, a gap had opened up
between the waist-band of her panties and midriff and
thus Todd did what any guy in his achingly fortunate
position would have done. He slipped a hand down that
narrow channel, finding a world of soft downy hair on
site, that if not exactly a welcome-mat, offered
undeniable tactile benefits.
"Please, not INSIDE my panties Todd," she gasped,
almost fully sobered up by this latest turn of events.
She made as if to retrieve his hand but Todd perhaps
sensing the urgency of the situation, pulled Shannon on
to her side and began to kiss those warm lips with
frenzied zeal. It worked, she put her arms around his
neck kissing him in return and completely yielding up
her body to his touch. Able now to not only reach the
remote heat-source between her legs, but to penetrate
her vaginal defenses with an eager finger, she was lost
for all money.
Moans begat moan as Todd upped the speed and depth of
penetration. His own needs were distressingly apparent
and had Shannon not been so absorbed with her own
orgasmic progress, she may have realized what that hard
'ridge' beneath her hips was exactly! Increasing the
pressure on her clitoral nub then certainly paid
dividends. With a convulsive cry of pleasured release,
the girl's body shook and her wide-eyed gasps left no
doubt in Todd's mind that he had obtained a pass-mark
for his concerted effort.
Pulling the hem of her skirt back down and doing-up her
blouse, went some way to restoring the young girl's
dignity. Disengaging herself from his lap she walked
across to the bed and sat down on the edge of the
coverlet, hands folded demurely in her lap.
"That was very naughty Todd," she muttered, "You took
advantage of my er... condition!"
"I can take even greater advantage of it, if you'd
like," he grinned. "C'mon Shannon, you've driving me
insane here." His hand strayed subconsciously to his
own lap. She looked away... but thought plenty! Her
body was still leveling itself out from the orgasm, yet
try as she might, those self-generated images of being
restrained and swatted by Todd, refused to fade-away.
For his part, all Todd was thinking right then, was how
unutterably hot and vulnerable his sexy little
girlfriend would look tied up there fully helpless on
that bed. There was never going to be a more opportune
moment. He stood up and moved across to the suitcase on
the far table.
"Close your eyes Shannon," he called back to her. "Got
a surprise for you... and no peeking right?"
"Is it a good surprise?" she giggled.
"Oh, the best," he replied. "Something I've wanted to
give you for quite a while."
As Todd raised the lid of the case she couldn't control
her curiosity, trying her best to see what it was his
body was obscuring. He looked around.
"No peeping Shannon, I told you! Now, be a good girl
and lie on the bed face down... and wait for me."
Obediently she did as he requested.
Removing the items from the case he sidled across to
her prostrate form. In terms of sheer desirability,
that murderously hot little body rated big-time. Her
slim waist, pronounced hips and way curvacious bottom,
and all topped-off by that most tantalizing of feminine
aspects – bare feet!
"What are you doing Todd?" she cried out as he drew
both arms up behind her.
"Something I think you'll really enjoy Shannon," he
answered, looping the rope around either wrist.
"You're TYING ME UP???" She gasped, jerking her head
around in shocked disbelief. She wasn't too sure
whether to laugh or scream. This had to be a joke
surely? "You're not going to spank me are you Todd?"
"Well now Shannon," he grinned, "I really hadn't even
thought of that... but now you mention it!"
"Please noo, don't Todd," she begged. C'mon, untie me
and lets each just go to sleep in our own rooms, it's
really late."
Perhaps her half-hearted appeal sounded what it was –
an obligatory cry for help rather than having any
purposeful expectation of release. Maybe Todd was so
fully committed to his task, nothing short of a SWAT
team was going to deflect him from his intended
purpose.
Her wrists bound tightly now, she could do little to
prevent Todd maneuvering her struggling body across his
lap, right there on the edge of the bed. She didn't
even have time to prepare herself.
His first spank, somewhat of an exploratory nature,
caught her fully unawares. "Ouch" she cried just
seconds up front of a secondary assault on her tail-
feathers. Todd had to admit to himself that any and all
pre-conceived images of such behavior fell far short of
the reality of seeing her taut little rear-end
reverberating from the punishment at hand. The third
spank not only hurt like hell, it made her nipples
tingle with unforced pleasure.
"Am I the world's greatest slut?" she pondered
momentarily.
Smoothing his hand across her bottom, Todd allowed
himself the luxury of reaching beneath her with his
left hand and cupping an obliquely sexy little breast.
She gave a gasp of shock but was denied the time to
lodge any vocal objection by way of a fourth spank that
had her arching her back in discomfort.
"That really hurts Todd," she cried. To a degree, the
hand fondling her breast was lessening the pain – maybe
it was just distracting her. Either way, she wriggled
about on his lap in exaggerated discomfort.
"Yeah? Well that's why we spank little girls Shannon,"
he laughed, "Makes them into better and more obedient
little girls doncha know?"
The game turned marginally serious at that point with
Todd wrenching her skirt higher, completely exposing
her panties both to his needful gaze and his descending
palm.
"Oh, pull my skirt back down," she yelled, her very
predicament causing copious amounts of moisture to form
instantly along her vaginal crevice. She felt so
deliciously sexy and provocative it was hard to
concentrate on the pain. Todd was feeling her breasts
up now with renewed vigor and the spanks raining down
had her bottom jiggling from the incessant contact.
"No more Todd," she whimpered as he brought the
punishment to a merciful hiatus. She lay across his
knee a spent force. He could see the tiniest droplets
of moisture clinging to the girl's hairline around her
shoulders while the tops of her legs as they
disappeared up beneath her panties, bore several
reddish marks from a few spanks that had gone
unintentionally astray. Despite the accompanying shriek
of understandable humiliation, he continued pulling her
panties down her thighs, exposing one glowing red
bottom with the prettiest of girlish clefts mid center.
"Oh Todd, Don't pull my panties down ...PLEASE, its soo
embarrassing," her wriggling this time was for real.
Now he figured, was time to execute the next stage of
her punishment. Restoring her knickers to their
rightful elevation he tugged the skirt back down and
assisted her if not unsteadily, to her feet. Her wrists
understandably were beginning to ache a little.
Manouvering her across to the writing desk, he pulled
the wooden chair out before pushing her into it. She
watched as he crossed the room to retrieve two other
smaller pieces of rope and something else that he
placed in his trouser pocket. She couldn't see what it
was. Sitting still she stared downwards fascinated, as
he lashed first one ankle then the other to either
chair-leg. She should have been at the very least
"concerned" for her predicament she realized, but the
truth was, it excited her unbearably.
Walking behind her, Todd untied her wrists then pulling
her arms behind the chair, bound them tightly once
more. She was now ultimately restrained and completely
at his mercy.
Regarding his handiwork, Todd had every reason to be
pleased with himself. From the frontal aspect it really
was a good news day. Breasts thrust forward and further
delineated through the soft material of her blouse by
virtue of having her hands roped behind her, gave
Shannon a kind of Joan-of-Arc forlorn look. The bare
feet and almost indecent hemline added just the right
"vulnerable as all hell" perspective. He knelt in front
of her.
"What are you going to DO with me?" she asked softly,
"promise you won't hurt me Todd?"
That being the absolute last thing he had in mind, he
just smiled at her. "Of course not Shannon.... as if?"
Reaching upwards then, he fondled her right breast
through her blouse. This caused her to yelp and to
admonish him with a curt "Todd!!" Grinning, he cupped
her the other side and reveled in the delicious
sensation afforded him by such gratuitous fondling.
Shannon wriggled in the chair, fully unable to escape
her abuser and if the truth be known – in no hurry to
do so.
In keeping with the profile of an innocent young girl
however, she did in all fairness put up some token
verbal resistance. "Stop that, Todd," and "C'mon leave
my breasts alone," rent the airways as well as a couple
of "I'll scream, I really will" threats.
Todd came well equipped though. Retrieving the small
roll of duct-tape from his pocket, he tore off a strip
six inches long and pressed it neatly across her mouth.
The visuals were now complete. He had the floor as it
were.
Unceremoniously silenced, Shannon sat there wide-eyed
as Todd continued to molest her maidenly charms. She
would have aired her shock had she been able to, most
especially at the point her boyfriend moved in closer
and began to undo her blouse buttons all the way to her
waist. She began to shake her head in disbelief as her
bra was exposed and Todd's fingers slip-slided their
way down inside both cups. She could see his fingers
feeling her nipples and their unconcealed reaction to
such treatment. It was just bad luck for her the bra
had its clasp at the front.
Even as her pretty breasts spilled out into Todd's
direct line of vision, she felt a hot flush coursing
through her body. Humiliation, excitement, fear,
expectation...all these and more were present. Right at
the moment Todd leaned forward and began sucking her
right nipple though, you could add another abstract
noun – pleasure!
Instinctively she arched her chest forward, her eyes
fully closed. Latching on to her left and majorly erect
teat, he drew down hard, his free hand gently squeezing
her other breast as he did so. Exactly who was enjoying
this more is hard to say.
Possessed of one painfully hard erection not
surprisingly, Todd simply had to avail himself of the
limited time available. Unhandling her breast, his hand
followed its owner's debased line of vision. That semi-
parted flesh-colored freeway up beneath the girl's
skirt. Pushing the hem up as he went, Todd could but
stare lustfully at the resulting up-skirt opticals.
Eyes wide open now, Shannon began shaking her head in
denial once more as he reached in to the depths and
commenced rubbing the front of her panties lewdly.
Worse was to come though as he took a hold of them and
deftly drew the material to one side, exposing her most
intimate of possessions to his over-heated gaze.
Staring at those tight brown curls that up until now he
had only felt briefly during his earlier exploratory,
propelled him into "fully procreative" status. Cute as
those green panties were, they were no match for a
twenty-year old near-rapist with some serious needs.
Disrespectfully ripped from crotch to waistband, their
new home was the far corner of the hotel suite.
Shannon's fantasy was about to be played out - with no
commercial breaks!
***
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