From karensoh@aol.com Thu Jan 09 00:47:09 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Karen's Night Out - the aftermath (f-f, d/s)
From: karensoh@aol.com (KARENS OH)
Date: 9 Jan 1997 05:47:09 GMT

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Warning:
 The material that follows is adult in nature, containing
graphic sex descriptions.  If you are not over 18, or if such
material is offensive to you, stop here and move on to another
story.
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This is the follow-up to "Karen's Night Out" - a  three-part story of my
submissive encounter with three young women. If you want the first three
installments, e-mail me.

Karen
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I didn't hear from any of the girls over the next couple of
weeks.  That didn't surprise me. In fact, I was somewhat
relieved, since I didn't know what I would say to them, anyway.
I guess I was embarrassed by the things I had done. 



Nonetheless, my mind kept going back to that incredible night in
Claire's apartment. I found myself masturbating a lot more than
usual, and invariably as I did, I was thinking of all the things
we did (I did) that night. A couple of times I even had to find
an empty conference room at work so I relieve myself of my
overwhelming horniness.



I got especially excited when I thought about Lauren. She had
made me do the nastiest things, had degradeed me in the most
erotic ways and obviously enjoyed doing it. And some of her talk
later that night had further spurred my curiosity.



As we lay there recovering from our sex binge, I had asked
Lauren if she had always enjoyed a "dom" role. She told me that
her interests blossomed a few years earlier, when she was in
college. She was the pledge chair for her sorority and was in
charge of initiations, and she found herself getting excited as
the pledges were given swats and generally demeaned in front of
their "sisters".



"Yeah," Claire had chimed in, "Lauren really put some of those
girls through the paces. They won't forget her"



I went to college at a school that had little "Greek" tradition,
so I was never in a sorority. Until Lauren and the others told
me about their sorority days, I thought all the business about
hazing and paddling were just stories made up by horny guys. I
was shocked to hear Lauren brag about how red she had made some
girl's bottom or how another had screamed and begged for mercy.
And I found myself getting very excited. 



At the time, I said nothing, but later I could not seem to get
these "hazing" images out of my mind. More and more, I found
myself thinking of Lauren paddling the bare bottom of some poor
pledge. And often, I pictured myself as that pledge!  A couple 
times when I was masturbating at home, I even tried spanking 
myself  with a wooden hairbrush. It stung, but it also turned me
on.



Finally, I got up the nerve to call her.



"Hi, Lauren. It's Karen."



"Well!  Karen!" she said. "Haven't heard from you in a while.
What have you been up to?"  There was a slight derisive tone to
her voice as she spoke, like she knew I'd been embarrassed to
speak to her.



"Oh, nothing much," I said innocently. "I was just wondering if
you'd like to have lunch sometime. My treat."



There was a pause.  Finally, Lauren said nonchalantly, "Sure. I
can always use a free lunch."  She seemed to sense there was
more to my offer than I was letting on. My stomach fluttered
nervously as we made arrangements to meet the next day.



I left work a little before noon and went to the restaraunt to
meet Lauren. She was late. I wondered if she did this on
purpose, to make me wait for her. At last, I saw her at the
door. She looked great. Her long dark hair and fair skin gave
her a soft look, but her eyes, a penetrating deep blue, attested
to her strong will. In her work attire, she looked even taller
than I had remembered -- I was used to seeing her in a sports
outfit and sneakers. She seemed to tower over my own petite,
5'2" frame. I felt a tingle inside me as I looked at her and
remembered our last encounter. 



Lunch started with the usual chit-chat about the news, weather,
and mutual friends. I found myself getting very excited and
nervous as I sat there, wondering how to bring up the subject I
was really interested in. Luckily, we were at an isolated table,
so no one else could hear our conversation.



Finally, I said, "You know, Lauren, those stories about your
sorority days were really ..uh... interesting."



Lauren smiled just a little and raised one eyebrow. "Oh?", she
said. "Interesting, huh?"



I bit my lower lip as I gathered the courage to go on. "Yeah," I
said. "I never knew those things really went on. Hearing about
it kind of, well, you know, got me excited." I could feel my
hands shaking in my lap as I revealed my thoughts to her.



"I see," she said. "So where is this leading?"



Really nervous now, I looked down, took a couple deep breaths,
and quietly admitted, "I was wondering what it would feel like.
What it would be like to have you do that to me." I could feel
the blood rushing to my face as I said it.



Now Lauren grinned broadly and her eyes widened. In a low,
slightly eager voice, she said, "You mean you want to be
paddled??? You want me to swat your butt like I used to do to
the pledges?"



"Uh... I think so," I nodded meekly.



"Oh god, this is great,", she said, more to herself than to me.
"I think I can manage that." Then, as an afterthought, "But you
know, it really should be a group effort. The pledges always got
it from the whole sorority, not just from me."



Actually, I had already considered that, but hadn't given it
much thought. It was enough to think about Lauren doing this to
me, much less others! "Well,  I didn't think anyone else would
be interested. But if that's the way to do it, okay."



"Oh, I have some friends that share my interests, including a
couple of my old 'sisters'. I think they'd enjoy paddling a cute
little thing like you. You blondes always seemed to get really
red. too. Yes, it might be just like old times for some of us.
If you want a group, I can arrange it."



I went back to the office, but I got very little done the rest
of the day. I was distracted, completely consumed by the thought
of what I had just agreed to do. When I got home that evening, I
went straight to the bedroom and furiously masturbated as I
spanked myself with my brush.



...TO BE CONTINUED...