Today’s
spanking excerpt is a bit of FF role playing from my novel Miranda’s Masks. Actually that book includes pretty much every fantasy
and sexual combination you might imagine. This interlude is one
of my favorites.
Lucy
and Miranda were room mates before Lucy moved in with her new fiancé
Ray. In an earlier scene, she shared with her friend the fact
that although Ray was very adventurous sexually, he doesn't share Lucy's interest
in kink. Miranda promises to help...
Miranda
had been worried that she was pushing her friend too hard, but Lucy’s
agreement reassured her. She pulled over the straight-backed wooden
chair that was sitting in the corner. Then she arranged the step
stool in front of it. “Stand on the stool, Lucy.” The girl
obeyed. “Now, lean forward, and hold on to the chair seat. That’s
right, one hand on each side.”
Given
her slight experience in dominance and submission, Miranda had
wondered whether the position she planned would actually work. She
was gratified to find that the body dynamics were exactly as she had
imagined. The stool elevated Lucy’s rump to a level where she could
reach it without difficulty. Lucy’s back extended downward toward
the chair at about a forty-five degree angle, giving her the
stability to withstand the blows that Miranda was planning to
inflict. She laid the ruler on the desk, temporarily, and attended to
her victim.
First,
she adjusted the gooseneck desk lamp so that it was focused on Lucy’s
upturned bum like a spotlight. Then, bit by bit, working to achieve
the maximum suspense, Miranda pushed the denim skirt up. Lucy’s
buttocks were sheathed in plain white cotton panties. Very good—very
appropriate. She felt a surge of excitement, surveying those
vulnerable cheeks, and an intoxicating sense of her own power.
After
a long moment, she reached forward, grabbing the elastic waistband
with both hands. As if unveiling a masterpiece, she gradually pulled
the garment down, exposing Lucy’s deliciously rounded flesh. She
remembered her night with Big Daddy, and left the panties tangled
around the other woman’s ankles, where they would add to her
feelings of awkwardness and shame.
At
Ray’s, she had barely seen Lucy’s sex. The encounter had been too
frenzied to permit aesthetic appreciation. Tonight, she could take as
much time as she liked. Every minute that she delayed Lucy’s
punishment would increase the blonde’s fearful anticipation.
“Arch
your back, Lucy. I want to see that nasty little cunt of yours.”
Lucy obeyed promptly.
Miranda
licked her lips at the sight of the pink, protruding folds,
vulnerable and hairless as a baby’s. When Lucy had shared their
apartment, Miranda was fairly sure that she had not been depilated in
this way. Ray must have suggested this little novelty. She smiled a
little and retrieved the ruler.
“Perhaps
I should chastise your cunt rather than your bum,” she said softly.
“I imagine that this ruler would sting quite nicely in that
sensitive area.”
Lucy
whimpered. “No, please, Ms. Cahill. That would hurt too much.”
“But
that is exactly the idea, my little slut. If the punishment does not
hurt, how can it be effective?” She tapped the ruler lightly
against the girl’s conveniently presented ass. “Still, since this
is your first offence, although a serious one, I suppose that I will
be merciful.”
Without
further warning, Miranda snapped the ruler down smartly on Lucy’s
right cheek. Lucy jerked and cried out. A streak of red appeared on
her creamy skin. A matching streak on the left soon followed. Miranda
paused, breathing in the ocean scent beginning to rise from between
the other woman’s damp thighs.
She
smacked the ruler against the right mound again. The sound of the
flexible wood landing on elastic flesh echoed in the high-ceilinged
room. She noted how Lucy’s lower lips swelled and reddened in
response to the stroke. Another pearl of moisture escaped and
trickled toward Lucy’s knees as Miranda addressed her ruler to
Lucy’s left buttock. She resisted the urge to kneel between the
other girl’s legs and lap at her juiciness. To banish any thoughts
of such weakness, she increased the force of her slaps.
Miranda
worked with deliberate care, evaluating Lucy’s state before each
blow. The petite blonde was moaning now, twisting her hips with each
stroke. However, Miranda noted the telltale glistening of moisture on
those peach-hued labia whenever Lucy bucked away from the ruler. The
woman was hugely aroused, despite, or perhaps because of, the pain.
After
a while, Miranda’s wrist began to ache. She stopped for a moment
and went around to look into Lucy’s eyes. Her face was
tear-stained, but her quickened breathing bespoke her arousal. “Are
you truly sorry for behaving so badly, Lucy?” Lucy nodded. “And
do you promise that you will never again engage in indecent
activities with another girl?” Something like defiance flared in
Lucy’s eyes. Her lips were pressed tightly together. She was
silent.
“No?
Well, miss, I guess that the punishment will have to continue. I
should have brought my cane, but I did not expect you to be so
incorrigible. My bare hand will just have to do.” Miranda began
slapping her palm against Lucy’s cheeks, alternating right and left
in a brisk rhythm. Before long, the rosy trails left by the ruler had
disappeared in a general field of inflamed skin. Miranda could feel
the heat half an inch away from Lucy’s flesh.
Her
own hand stung and burned, and gradually, heat suffused her whole
body. Her costume felt tight and constraining. She longed to be naked
with Lucy, to take her into her arms, cuddle and console her.
However, she knew she needed to stay in character. She stopped
spanking the reddened cheeks in front of her, but Lucy did not cease
her moaning and twitching. “Nasty girl,” scolded Miranda, “I do
believe that my spanking arouses you. Let me feel your cunt.” She
thrust her hands between Lucy’s damp thighs, found her clitoris,
and gave it one hard pinch. It was enough to send Lucy over the edge.
The petite blonde gave a scream and clamped her thighs around Miranda’s hand, humping
the fingers that Miranda pushed into her. Liquid poured from Lucy’s
depths, soaking Miranda’s cuffs.
When
Lucy’s spasms had subsided, Miranda removed her arm. She held her
wrist under Lucy’s nose. “Look what you’ve done, you dirty
girl. You’ve ruined my suit. You will pay for this, believe me.”
There was still fear in Lucy’s eyes, but Miranda saw exhaustion,
too.
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