From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Alyse At The Antique Show (MF, bdsm, spank)
Date: 28 Feb 1996 23:30:25 GMT

		      Alyse At The Antique Show

	Alyse caught my eye at the antique show. Although I didn't
really go out of my way to do so, we kept running into each other,
exchanging quick glances. She had a smile that was magical - a naughty
little smile that meant mischief - yet so subtle she could easily deny
ever having "lead me on." Yet I must confess it was those two perfect
buns that caused me to give her a second glance. Her tight jeans left
nothing to the imagination - the curves were flawless, particularly at
the "sit spot" where cheeks meet thighs. And those jeans exhibited
just the right amount of wear at that sexy "sit spot" to produce a
bull's eye. I imagined the concentric circles of target, and what fun
it would be to watch those buns wiggle as I smacked them!

	She knew exactly what she was doing. When I came by, she would
cast a quick glance, and bend over slightly, examining some object.
She didn't look back at me until she had finished examining the
antique. Once, she grabbed her knees to examine a chair closely.
Sometimes she'd do a little "dance" while feigning interest in a piece
for sale.

	While she went thru her little ritual, I happened to notice an
old razor strap for sale. I picked it up and examined it. She
immediately reacted, and came over to the table. She took her time,
stopping to handle an object enroute. Very nonchalant. Certainly not
chasing after me! She gave me one of those glances, flashed that
naughty smile, and asked, "What do you plan to do with that?" I was
lost for words - rare for me! "I like leather," was my reply.

	We chatted briefly about antiques. And she mentioned that
today was her birthday - she was 23. She looked 23, except for those
eyes and that smile. They betrayed a depth of character hidden by her
cheerleader like features. I suggested we have lunch after looking
around a bit. She agreed, and we spent about an hour looking at
antiques, chatting, and thoroughly enjoying one another's company. But
I couldn't keep my eyes off those buns, and although she pretended not
to notice the glances I stole while she looked at antiques, I knew she
knew.

	Looking at antique kitchen implements was a real trip. There
were paddles and cutting boards galore. As I picked each up, I
considered its potential application as a spanking implement.
Specifically, I imaging whacking Alyse with each. She picked up one
paddle, almost caressing it. "I want this one," she said. "Why don't
you buy it for me?" She sounded like a little girl. I couldn't believe
it. It was a perfect spanking paddle. Looking back, I couldn't help
but wonder what other people thought when they saw me carrying a razor
strap, and Alyse with that paddle! No one said anything... and the
clerk at the store didn't even flinch when I bought them both.

	We made our way to a restaurant, and talked about many things.
Alyse was a commercial artist, single, and had broken up with a
boyfriend six months ago. She liked antiques and good food. Her
relationships were short lived. "I guess I'm just a naughty girl,"
she explained. "No man can tame me!" I was going crazy. She hadn't
mentioned spanking, but sure seemed to be begging for it. I thought
I'd venture carefully into the subject. A harmless remark she could
ignore or respond to. "Sounds like you need a birthday spanking,
Alyse!" I ventured. "Hah! The last one I had was my on my 18th
birthday. And you know what? It hurt like hell but sure turned me on!"

	That was it. No persuasion was necessary. We headed for my
apartment, stopping to purchase a bottle of champagne. At my
apartment, we started drinking the champagne. We laughed, talked, and
told our life stories. Then, suddenly, her mood changed. Alyse began
mocking me. Her remarks were punctuated with that naughty smile. And
as she paced around the living room, I watched her bottom bounce. It
was time to administer the spanking her attitude and our fantasies
deserved.

	"Young lady, you are my guest, and although it is your
birthday, I expect a modicum of respect and consideration." She
repeated, in a mocking tone, "respect and consideration!" That was
it. I grabbed her firmly but gently by the arm. "Alyse, you've needed
a good spanking for a long time, and today you're going to get it!"
"I'm too big to spank!" she protested, pulling away. I made my move,
pulling her across my lap. She pretended to resist, trying to protect
her recalcitrant derriere with her hands. I moved them out of the way
and held her down firmly.

	She was mine! Those gorgeous jean covered hemispheres would
soon be bouncing to the cadence of my smacks! I decided to take my
time, and relish each moment. She struggled less. I adjusted her
position so that her sexy little tush was a perfect target, and we
were positioned crotch to crotch. "Please don't spank me hard," she
cooed. I couldn't stand it! I gently rubbed my hand over her ass,
evaluating the nature of my target. She reflexly contracted her cheeks
briefly, then relaxed them again. I rested my hand on her bottom, and
delivered a short lecture. "Alyse, you're going to get 24 spanks on
the seat of your jeans, one for each year and one to grow on. You are
to remain still, and take your spanking. If you resist or move, your
jeans will come down, and you'll find out what a spanking is really
all about!"

	She said nothing. I took a practice swing, stopping short of
my target. Then, aiming for the "sit spot" prepared to deliver the
first lick. Raising my hand, I brought it crashing down on those
voluptuous melons with full force, adding a flick of my wrist moments
before impact. SSSSPPPAAANNNKKK!

	My ears were treated to the sharp report of the smack, and a
sharp "ouch!" from Alyse. She didn't move a muscle, but waited for the
next lick. She didn't have to wait long. Aiming for the same spot, I
delivered the second swat. SSSPPPAAANK! She didn't flinch. I decided
to up the tempo.

	SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! Three quick licks to the left cheek!
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! Three to the right! No reaction from Alyse.
"That's eight, young lady! Sixteen more to go!" "It tickles," she
teased, wiggling her bottom seductively as if trying to adjust her
position. That's all I needed. I grabbed the paddle placed
strategically within reach.

	"You wanted this paddle, Alyse, and now you're going to find
out how well it works! You will get eight swats with the paddle! We'll
see if you think that tickles!" I bounced the paddle teasingly on her
butt, and would up like Casey at the bat, taking a practice swing. The
next one would be for real. I decided to give her three sets of two.
Each set would be fast and hard, with a brief pause between sets.
TTTHWWWAAK! TTTHHWAAAKK! "That hurts!" exclaimed Alyse matter-of-
factly.

	At least I was starting to make an impression. Time for two
more. WWHHHAAACCKK! WWHHHHAACCKK! Alyse recoiled reflexly. "Shit!"
she howled. I was on the right track. A brief pause. WWWHHAAACCKKKK!
Two WWHHHAAACCKKK! Two more paddle whacks to go! WWHHAAACCKK!
WWWHHACKKK! Alyse was quivering, rubbing against my crotch. This was
heaven. I knew I'd come if I didn't do something soon!

	I put the paddle aside. I ordered Alyse up, to her surprise.
She had no idea this was just round one. I picked up the razor strap,
cracking it lightly into my palm. "Alyse, you have eight more licks
in this spanking, and you're going to get them with the strap! You are
to go over to the chair, bend over it, and take your licks without
moving." She obeyed, sticking her rear out, wiggling it, and settling
into position. I was an expert with the strap, and decided to lay all
eight stripes on in one smooth, slow, rhythmic session.

	CCRRRAACCCKKKKK!!! CCRRRRAACCKKKKK!!! CCCCRRRRACCCKK!!!
CCCCRRRRRRACCCKKK!!!

	Alyse was breathing heavily. Her legs buckled with the fourth
stroke, but she stayed in position. I didn't believe that her last
spanking was five years ago. She couldn't possibly have done this
without some recent toughening... even thru blue jeans! I continued,
maintaining cadence.

	CCCRRRRRACCKKKKK! "OWW," Alyse suddenly yelped. My adrenaline
was flowing. I laid into her buns with another lick. CCCRRRRRRRAACCK
KK! "PLLLEEEASSEEEEE!" she pleaded. She was starting to submit. "Two
more, young lady!" CCCCRRRRRRAAACCKKKK! The strap bit in to her
derriere once again. Her legs bucked, but this time was silent.
"That's 23, Alyse! Now one to grow on!" CCCCRRRRRAAACCCKKKK!

	She stood up. No tears, but the look of innocence replaced
that naughty smirk. She embraced me, and started nibbling my neck.
"Please," she whispered. "Spank me some more." I could hardly contain
myself. Without a word, she started unbuttoning my shirt and
undressing me. And off came the jeans and panties, without a cue. She
went over to the chair, and bent over. Not a word was uttered. I
picked up the strap, and announced that she would get 24 more spanks,
8 with the belt, 8 with the paddle, and finally 8 across my lap with
the palm! "Yes, sir!" she cooed.

	Her bare bottom was a testimonial to my skill! Crisscrossing
her buns, from the curvaceous bottom of each cheek, to the top of each
globe, were light red parallel strap stripes. These were superimposed
over a pink background from the broad paddle and hand spanking. I was
proud of my work, and ready to continue!

	I swung the strap, aiming for the sit spot. WWHAACCKK! I held
back a bit to see how Alyse would react. After all, this was a bare
ass I was strapping. No reaction. WHHACCK! Same spot. No reaction. I
decided to escalate the intensity. WWWHHHAACCKKK! "YYEEOOW!" AHA!
The sound of success! WWHHHAACCKKK! I paused briefly. The next four
would be hard and fast. "Hold on, Alyse. These are going to be
zingers!" She adjusted her posture, but said nothing. I pride myself
with leaving red marks, but no bruises. I was obviously doing a good
job!

	WWWHHHAACCKK! WWWHAACCCKK! WWHHAAACCKKK! WWWHAACCKKKK!

	"Oooooooohhhhhhh!" she exclaimed in a tone unique to the
pleasure/pain mix of a committed bottom! She stood up and gently
massaged her buns. "Damn you're good!" she whispered. "What next?" I
picked up the paddle and pointed toward the chair. She silently
assumed the position. "I'm sure getting wet!" was stated as an
afterthought. I went to work with the paddle. Four licks across both
cheeks, then 4 alternating, hard and fast!

	CRAACCK! CCCRRRACKK! CRACCKKK! CCCCRRRRAACCCCCKKKK!
CCRRACK! CCRRACCCK! CCRAAACCKK! CCRRACKKK!

	Tiny little blisters formed on her cheeks. She stood up, and
was sobbing silently. I took a Kleenex and dried her tears. I thought
about quitting, but her eyes and demeanor begged for more. I sat down
in the chair which had just served as a "horse" for her strapping and
paddling. "Over my knee" I ordered quietly. Her instant obedience
signaled her desire for this last phase of round two. Few things are
as intimate as an over-the-knee, bare bottomed hand spanking. And
this was to be the finale - the transition from the sensual to the
sexual.

	I rubbed her ass gently, and began the spanking. The licks
were deliberate, yet a bond between us tempered their intensity. I was
rock hard, and she was dripping wet. SSPPAANNKKK! SSSSPPPAANK!
SSSPPPPAAANNK! We were both breathing hard. SSSPPPPAANNNKK! My heart
started pounded. She started thrusting and wiggling to meet my hand.
SSSSSPPPAANNNKKK! "OOOOOOHH," she moaned. I was starting to lose it.
SSSSPPAANNKKK! We were both breathing heavy... hearts pounding in
synchrony. SSSPPPAAANKK! SSSSSPPAAANKK! We both came. Motionless
across my lap she whispered, "Damn you're good!"