Not suitable for Minors
This is certain to get quite naughty.
It is 'inspired' by the various spanking threads that have appeared from time to time on the board but it is likely to get quite heavy as it progresses
It will involve non-consensual acts, bondage and possibly other activities
- you are warned
Story follows below
After the party.
It was one of those parties, friends and friends of friends, all female, end of the college term, a couple of weeks before Easter. Someone had the idea that we should hire a Youth Hostel, a complete small one, for three days, which sounded boring but was fantastic fun, we go out to the local on the first night to eat and drink, then bring more drink back to the hostel. At three in the morning, only the wildest and wiliest of us are still up and conscious and the conversation – well the drunken talk – is getting more and more vulgar. I am describing just what I would like to do to this girl I fancy, involving some chocolate paint, some strawberries and a little ice cream, when Jilly says, ‘Sarah, some one should wash your mouth out, suggesting that at your age’. I giggle and reply, ‘You and whose army. Try it and you will get a sore btm for your troubles’.
Now Jilly is someone I only met for the first time on this trip, she is a little older than I am, has long blonde hair (yummy), is maybe five inches taller than me, with equally yummy legs and certainly has a more impressive set of boobs. But she doesn’t look all that strong and she certainly doesn’t look the kind of girl that has actually had to fight or wrestle anyone – not like me then, always tussling with my sisters and brother. I don’t expect that anything will come of my remark, but I am totally up for it, if she gives me an excuse .... and she does!
‘Oh! yes’, she says, starting to rise to her feet, ‘Come and try it’. Now, she should have waited until she was up and balanced before she made that remark, because I am already squatting, poised, balanced on me heels. As she speaks, I dive forward, grabbing her, pushing her down onto her back, putting her into a classic schoolgirl pin, arms above her head, hands held in one of mine, knees pinning her upper arms, one hand free. Since we are both wearing dressing gowns, nighties and knickers (and nothing else in my case at least), there is a lot of leg on show from both of us at this point.
All she has to do is a simple bridge and she can throw me off, but, as I suspected, although she struggles hard, she hasn’t a clue how to get rid of me. I run my spare hand over her belly, fingers spidering and get a scream, is she normally ticklish or is it the situation. Less than a minute later, she is helpless with laughter, giving me time to reach over, grab a handy pair of long socks and use one tie her hands together. ‘What are you ..... urrrggggg’, she squawks as I pop a handy pair of knickers, drying by the fire, into her mouth and tie them with the second sock. ‘What am I doing? I am getting ready to warm your bottom for you’, I say laughing.
I slide off her sideways, push her arms down in front of her, roll her quickly onto her tummy, hands underneath and sit in the middle of her back, hard, knocking the breath out of her a little. Then I pull up her dressing gown and nightie, exposing her knickers, pinning the clothing with my knees. ‘Now, six of the best .... on each side.’
I rub my hands together, as she tries to buck me off, too late now, then I rub both hands gently across the exposed bottom, clad in a simple white bikini pair, that expose more than half of each buttock. I enjoy the transition from cloth to flesh, then a lift my left hand and strike the centre of the exposed part, not hard, but enough to feel and to produce a loud thwack and a little jiggle from her buttock. ‘One’, I say.
I aim a little further out, at the same height and smack again, more wobbles this time and a little squeak through the gag. ‘Two’, someone else has joined in with the count. The third lands slightly inwards of the centre, a little harder, ‘Three’ say the voices of four of the other girls in the room. They are gathered round now, watching, fascinated. Four lands on the clothed region, five a little lower down, then I gently rub over the whole insulted bottom, building the anticipation before the last blow lands, in pretty much the same spot as the first but quite a bit harder, producing a pretty good squeak as the room chorus’s ‘Six’.
‘And now for the other side, you can count them this time, Jilly, but if you lose the count or make any other sound but the count, we shall just start from one again, is that clear?’. ‘She is nodding’, someone says, removing the gag for her. I lean closely over her, rub my hands gently over her right bottom, building the tension, prolonging the pleasure and pleasure it is, I am pretty sure, for her as well as me, judging from the scent, which is rising from between her legs. ‘You know, this would be a lot easier, if we took your knickers down’, I say, teasing. ‘No’, she squeaks, ‘Please no’, as the rest of the girls immediately agree that this would help. ‘Well, since you said please, we will leave it – this time’. As I speak the last word my hand descends thwack, making her squeak and then she gulps and says ‘One’. That, so easily identifiable scent is already getting stronger.
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