My
post today is from my short story “Spank Me Again, Stranger”.
Dumped
by her boyfriend of two years on the eve of her birthday, Audra escapes
to rural New Mexico to visit her older sister on her ranch. Marnie
insists they go celebrate at the local watering hole. Audra’s not
sure what to expect, but it’s certainly not a spanking on stage
from the band’s front man!
* * * *
Voices
buzzed, filling a lull between songs. Hector was up on stage,
whispering something in Jake's ear. With a thrill that was only part
horror, Audra realized she was the topic of conversation. Blood
rushed to her nipples and earlobes, deepening the hunger in her sex.
Hastily, she returned her attention to her Budweiser. But it was too
late.
“Hey
everyone! Quiet down now! Quiet down. Welcome to the Drunken Cactus.
We got a very special guest here with us tonight – all the way from
New York City.”
“Whooee!”
Cheers and whistles interrupted the musician's gravelly voice. “Hush
now! Quiet, you all! It's Audra's birthday – we won't ask which
one, that wouldn't be polite – and she's decided to celebrate with
us.”
“Yay!”
“Happy Birthday!”
“Happy Birthday!”
“So
let's give her a big country welcome, people! Audra – come on up so
we can wish you a proper happy birthday!”
Jake
grinned at her, his fists closing and opening as if he'd haul her up
bodily if she refused his invitation. His size, his strength, the
overwhelming presence of him, both scared and attracted her.
“Oh
– no, that's okay – really...” Audra felt like she was
thirteen instead of thirty. What had happened to the sophisticated,
self-confident Vice President of Product Development?
“Get
your butt up here, gal.”
“No,
please....”
“Don't
make me have to climb down off this stage, young lady...”
His
implied threat pierced her confusion and turned it to something
darker. Would he really force her to join him?
“C'mon,
Audra!” someone yelled. “Be a good sport.”
“Audra!
We want Audra!” came calls from the far end of the bar.
“Grab
her, Jake! Wrastle the filly if ya need to.”
Jake
crouched at the edge of the wooden platform, his massive thighs
stretching his jeans almost to the point of tearing. His eyes, Audra
noticed, were the clear blue of the New Mexico sky. He stretched out
a hand. “Don't be so shy, little one.” His voice was low and
gentle, as if he was soothing a skittish animal.”I know what you
really want.”
Refusals
echoed through Audra's mind. But her body wasn't listening. As if in
a dream, she grasped the proffered hand. It totally swallowed hers.
The musician tugged; the next thing she knew, she was standing beside
him on the stage, unsteady on her heels, while hoots and catcalls
swirled around her.
He
hadn't released his grip on her. “There now. That's not so bad, is
it? Now everyone, let's wish our guest a happy birthday.”
The
glare of a spotlight made it difficult for Audra to make out the
faces in the crowd. Where the heck was Marnie?
“And
now, it's time for your birthday spanking.”
“What
the hell...? What do you think you're doing...?” Audra sputtered as
Jake seated himself on his stool, seized her around her waist, and
flipped her onto her stomach, across his lap.
New
waves of heat shuddered through her. He cupped her bottom through her
skirt and she thought she'd burst into flame. His huge hand
completely covered her right cheek.
“It's
a tradition here at the Drunken Cactus, gal. Don't you city folks do
that sort of thing?”
Audra's
mind flew back to the sweet little flogger she'd purchased for her
abortive celebration with Rick. She'd hoped she could persuade him
to give her a taste of those soft leather thongs... but that was
different. Wasn't it?
Apparently
not, if one was to judge by the state of her pussy. She was swollen
and soaked to the point that she worried she'd wet his trousers.
“Ready?”
He
squeezed her plump buttock. She couldn't stop herself from grinding
against him.
“I
think the lady's ready.” The banjo player chuckled as he addressed
the crowd. With exaggerated care, he raised her skirt to expose her
silk underwear. She knew the soaked patch between her thighs would be
obvious to him. She prayed her shame wouldn't be visible to the
audience.
“Now,
sweetness, I know you can't be more than twenty five.” Jake turned
his attention to her other cheek, kneading the flesh, melting her
last resistance. “So I'll give you twenty five spanks – on each
side.”
“No....ow!”
she wailed as his enormous palm smacked into her. The fabric of her
panties muted the sting to some extent, but the blow still hurt.
“One,”
Jake intoned.
“Ouch!”
Audra screamed and kicked as he landed a second, harder slap on the
opposite side. Her shoe clattered to the stage.
“Two.”
“Ow...oh...!”
“Three.
Would you rather count, birthday girl?”
“Argh!
Ow! No! No...”
“Four.”
Each
time his hand made contact with her butt, the pain grew. Perhaps he
was using increasing force. Yet somehow that didn't interfere with
the simultaneous pleasure. She jerked away from the blows, using the
movements to rub her pubis against the iron hardness of his thigh
muscles. Her clit felt enormous and tight, as though it might explode
from the friction. Her lacy bra stimulated her nipples, which knotted
into rigid peaks of need.
Meanwhile,
her ass was on fire. Each stroke stung when it landed, but before
long that transmuted to a throbbing ache. New slaps layered bright
lines of pain on top of the older, deeper sensations. She imagined
that if he were to bare her buttocks, they would pulse like red hot
coals.
As
if he'd heard her thoughts, Jake paused his spanking and began to
peel the damp fabric of her panties away from her punished flesh.
“No...”
she whimpered. “Please...” Instead of struggling, though, she
allowed her body to go limp. As the muscles in her abdomen went
slack, she sensed the hard bulk rising from his crotch and felt a
flash of triumph. He wasn't as much in control as he seemed.
In
seconds her naked rear was exposed to his eyes and his hands, her
bikini bunched near the crease where her buttocks met her thighs.
“My,
my, you're the color of one of them East Coast lobsters,” he
crowed. “Can you see her butt, ladies and gents?” He scraped a
fingernail across the fullest, most battered part of her ass.
Sensation shot through her, fierce and sharp as lightning. Audra
honestly couldn't tell if it was pleasure or pain.
* * * *
You
can read the whole story online at my website.
I
hope you’ll check out all the other free reads I have there, too!
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