fiction by Matt, 1999
Lisa padded around the family room, turning on the radio for company. Time was not making what had just happened any clearer in her mind. Her hand touched her tummy lightly and she realized that her tension was worse than ever. She shouldn’t, she knew, but she let her fingertips brush the upper edge of her hair. How much had it hurt? Not that much, really; it had scared her more than anything. And embarrassed her, of course - she didn’t know when she’d last been so embarrassed - junior high, probably. Lisa pressed down slightly with her fingers, low on her tummy. She was not going to be able to be good, she was rapidly getting used to that fact.
One moment she had been reading pleasantly, her thoughts a million miles away, sunning herself in the backyard at the house of her mother’s boyfriend. The sun had been warm on her tummy and thighs, she figured the fence provided plenty of privacy and... well, okay, she had tried to ease her tension a little. First a touch, then some more, a rub, a good solid press, until finally she had actually dipped her hand into her bikini bottoms.
The next thing she knew, he was standing there, hissing, attached to her elbow, dragging her into the house, locking the door behind them! Before she knew it he’d thrown her over one knee, having set his foot on a low step, and he actually started to spank her! Why, she’d been so startled and embarrassed she had shrieked and howled like she was being killed! Only his first few spanks had been hard, maybe seeing how she reacted had made him ease up. His questions had been so confusing - did she want to be raped, arrested, run out of town! Still, she knew she deserved just what she was getting, even with her bikini bottoms down around her thighs, since she had slipped them below her hips. She hadn’t fought at all, that might be another reason he’d handled her so carefully. It’d been a long time since she’d been handled carefully by a man.
Now that he’d gone to the store, she realized that her bottom didn’t hurt so badly - in fact, it didn’t really hurt at all! Just a pleasantly warm reminder not to - not to what? Put her fingers in her panties, as he called it? But that was now all the more likely. To be interrupted - that’s bad enough. But to be thrown over his jean-clad leg, to have him handle her and hold her like that - even if he is her mother’s boyfriend!
If she had a boyfriend like that, she might be dancing right now, Lisa thought, swaying and dipping her hips. Dancing or making love - mmmm, was there a difference? Maybe both at once. Her fingers headed downward once again. No complaints this time, she had no panties for them to be in. Oh, God, was she ready right there! Ahhh, better finish this off, not going to be able to think of much else till then. Oh if she dipped like that... what had he called it? She was going through life led around by her libido, he had said. What a beautiful name, she thought - she’d never heard it called that before. All the names she had heard were short and ugly or huge and echoing. It reminded her of her sister saying, “When you love him, it’s called fellatio.”
Lisa started to wonder if she’d like being spanked. What would he make her do? Strip? Bend? Or just grab her, as Michael had, overwhelm her and spank her and release her before throwing her down and ravishing her? Had Michael tried that, how would he have reacted to the state he would have found her in? Would he even care?
Oooooo, great song. I could definitely get spanked to this song, Lisa thought. She seemed to be melting away from her fingers with every touch, every sway. A little deeper...
“In the Barrio/ I hear your music on the radio...
Yes, definitely. He’d kiss his fingers, then touch her right - just - there. Just the thing. “You touch my libido,” Lisa sang, “dee dee dee doh dee doh / You’re stroking me oh so soft and slow/ It’s turning me on, on on... ”
“Just like the ocean/ under the moon... ”
Oh my God! What is he doing back! Is the back door locked? Oh he’s coming around to the front! Where are my panties? Where are my shorts? Oh, he is going to kill me!
All these were thoughts that went through Lisa’s head - thoughts that stopped as she heard his footsteps drum across the entryway tile. They sounded mad with a capital M. He walked straight up to her as she stood there, speechless and motionless, barely more than covering herself.
“What are you doing?!?” Michael demanded, his eyes wide with shock.
“N..n..n..nothing,” Lisa tried to tell him but his grip was once again on her elbow, he was once again pulling her guilty hand away.
“This is nothing? You don’t even have the curtains closed! Don’t you remember what I did before I left?”
“I remember,” Lisa whispered.
Michael dropped her arm and stepped back. “Do you know how many people might have some reason to be in our backyard?” he asked. “Pool man, tree trimmer, meter reader... .”
“I’ve never seen anybody,” Lisa whined in her defense.
“You didn’t see me until I rattled the door, either!” he insisted.
She had nothing to reply to that. “I guess this means you’re going to... I’m going to be... ”
“I guess it does! I guess I didn’t get through to you last time!” His had reached down and unbuckled his belt. Lisa’s eyes widened as the shock of her thoughts hit her. Relief and panic mixed as she realized that he was taking off his belt to whip her! She pulled downward uselessly at her short t-shirt, trying not to be so exposed, wishing her panties, shorts and even swimsuit bottoms were not out of reach in the laundry room.
Biting her lip and covering herself with her hand, Lisa watched with a strange fascination as Michael positioned himself on the couch. He seemed calm - much calmer than she felt, that was for certain. She tried to be compliant, since she was feeling like she was in fact in the wrong but even so it was hard - very hard. She shuffled over to where he sat, belt in hand, folded like a paddle. Clumsily, she tried to position herself without too much exposure. Much as she tried to relax, she couldn’t help bracing herself against what was coming!
Whap! Startled, Lisa jumped, then tried to hold still. Whap whap whap! She let out a few small sounds from between her closed lips. The spanks continued and they were hard - but not hard like his hand had been, more deep heat and sting than the ache she had gotten before. Still, the sting gave her an urgent feeling, she had to try to get away. Michael’s grip on her tightened and as it did, she actually felt herself relaxing into it.
What had happened? Did he lighten up, or was she just getting used to it? Had it just been her own fear that had made it so difficult to take? Her bottom was being soundly warmed but the more she relaxed, the less it seemed to hurt. Her motions lost the jerkiness they had started out with and soon she could tell he was definitely spanking her less hard. It still stung, she still wriggled and when the belt fell on a spot that was sore from earlier, it still hurt. But for the most part, the control Michael was expressing and the focus of his attentions was more appealing than punishing.
The belt stopped but Michael’s grip tightened and Lisa felt herself tensing automatically. Starting at the top of her thighs, he pressed his hand flat against her and rubbed her cheek upward firmly. The sting subsided as he rubbed her near side as well, and repeated this motion. At last she took a deep breath and truly relaxed. As she did, she felt a tremendous number of emotions rising within her, conflicting, overwhelming her. Michael rubbed her with his thumb, center to outside and then back toward himself, center to outside again, with his fingertips. This was a little more intimate than Lisa was comfortable with and she squirmed with more than just sexual excitement.
Had he embarrassed himself? Michael quickly picked up the belt and took to her bottom again, whapping it firmly. Lisa squeezed her legs together, shamed by their shared thoughts. Very soon he rested the belt and began spanking her with just his hand, slowly, caringly, yet still painfully. Ignoring her jerks and whines, he made her promise to take care of herself, to be more careful, to have more control. She hated this, with each demand she practically shouted an answer, wanting it to be over - every part of it.
When he finally stopped, she didn’t move - not at first. He was holding her lightly, helping her keep in place, then helping her up as she tried to rise. Curling modestly, she found herself in his arms, still conflicted with anger and gratitude. They stayed like that for a while in near-silence.
“I want you to go to your room for a while,” he suggested, though having no intention of being refused. “Think about what I’ve said. I’m going to hold you to your promises - I can’t watch you all of the time!” A smile lifted his voice as he told her this and sent her on her way, off where she could have some privacy. She would make sure she closed the curtains.
(end)
Lisa padded around the family room, turning on the radio for company. Time was not making what had just happened any clearer in her mind. Her hand touched her tummy lightly and she realized that her tension was worse than ever. She shouldn’t, she knew, but she let her fingertips brush the upper edge of her hair. How much had it hurt? Not that much, really; it had scared her more than anything. And embarrassed her, of course - she didn’t know when she’d last been so embarrassed - junior high, probably. Lisa pressed down slightly with her fingers, low on her tummy. She was not going to be able to be good, she was rapidly getting used to that fact.
One moment she had been reading pleasantly, her thoughts a million miles away, sunning herself in the backyard at the house of her mother’s boyfriend. The sun had been warm on her tummy and thighs, she figured the fence provided plenty of privacy and... well, okay, she had tried to ease her tension a little. First a touch, then some more, a rub, a good solid press, until finally she had actually dipped her hand into her bikini bottoms.
The next thing she knew, he was standing there, hissing, attached to her elbow, dragging her into the house, locking the door behind them! Before she knew it he’d thrown her over one knee, having set his foot on a low step, and he actually started to spank her! Why, she’d been so startled and embarrassed she had shrieked and howled like she was being killed! Only his first few spanks had been hard, maybe seeing how she reacted had made him ease up. His questions had been so confusing - did she want to be raped, arrested, run out of town! Still, she knew she deserved just what she was getting, even with her bikini bottoms down around her thighs, since she had slipped them below her hips. She hadn’t fought at all, that might be another reason he’d handled her so carefully. It’d been a long time since she’d been handled carefully by a man.
Now that he’d gone to the store, she realized that her bottom didn’t hurt so badly - in fact, it didn’t really hurt at all! Just a pleasantly warm reminder not to - not to what? Put her fingers in her panties, as he called it? But that was now all the more likely. To be interrupted - that’s bad enough. But to be thrown over his jean-clad leg, to have him handle her and hold her like that - even if he is her mother’s boyfriend!
If she had a boyfriend like that, she might be dancing right now, Lisa thought, swaying and dipping her hips. Dancing or making love - mmmm, was there a difference? Maybe both at once. Her fingers headed downward once again. No complaints this time, she had no panties for them to be in. Oh, God, was she ready right there! Ahhh, better finish this off, not going to be able to think of much else till then. Oh if she dipped like that... what had he called it? She was going through life led around by her libido, he had said. What a beautiful name, she thought - she’d never heard it called that before. All the names she had heard were short and ugly or huge and echoing. It reminded her of her sister saying, “When you love him, it’s called fellatio.”
Lisa started to wonder if she’d like being spanked. What would he make her do? Strip? Bend? Or just grab her, as Michael had, overwhelm her and spank her and release her before throwing her down and ravishing her? Had Michael tried that, how would he have reacted to the state he would have found her in? Would he even care?
Oooooo, great song. I could definitely get spanked to this song, Lisa thought. She seemed to be melting away from her fingers with every touch, every sway. A little deeper...
“In the Barrio/ I hear your music on the radio...
Yes, definitely. He’d kiss his fingers, then touch her right - just - there. Just the thing. “You touch my libido,” Lisa sang, “dee dee dee doh dee doh / You’re stroking me oh so soft and slow/ It’s turning me on, on on... ”
“Just like the ocean/ under the moon... ”
Oh my God! What is he doing back! Is the back door locked? Oh he’s coming around to the front! Where are my panties? Where are my shorts? Oh, he is going to kill me!
All these were thoughts that went through Lisa’s head - thoughts that stopped as she heard his footsteps drum across the entryway tile. They sounded mad with a capital M. He walked straight up to her as she stood there, speechless and motionless, barely more than covering herself.
“What are you doing?!?” Michael demanded, his eyes wide with shock.
“N..n..n..nothing,” Lisa tried to tell him but his grip was once again on her elbow, he was once again pulling her guilty hand away.
“This is nothing? You don’t even have the curtains closed! Don’t you remember what I did before I left?”
“I remember,” Lisa whispered.
Michael dropped her arm and stepped back. “Do you know how many people might have some reason to be in our backyard?” he asked. “Pool man, tree trimmer, meter reader... .”
“I’ve never seen anybody,” Lisa whined in her defense.
“You didn’t see me until I rattled the door, either!” he insisted.
She had nothing to reply to that. “I guess this means you’re going to... I’m going to be... ”
“I guess it does! I guess I didn’t get through to you last time!” His had reached down and unbuckled his belt. Lisa’s eyes widened as the shock of her thoughts hit her. Relief and panic mixed as she realized that he was taking off his belt to whip her! She pulled downward uselessly at her short t-shirt, trying not to be so exposed, wishing her panties, shorts and even swimsuit bottoms were not out of reach in the laundry room.
Biting her lip and covering herself with her hand, Lisa watched with a strange fascination as Michael positioned himself on the couch. He seemed calm - much calmer than she felt, that was for certain. She tried to be compliant, since she was feeling like she was in fact in the wrong but even so it was hard - very hard. She shuffled over to where he sat, belt in hand, folded like a paddle. Clumsily, she tried to position herself without too much exposure. Much as she tried to relax, she couldn’t help bracing herself against what was coming!
Whap! Startled, Lisa jumped, then tried to hold still. Whap whap whap! She let out a few small sounds from between her closed lips. The spanks continued and they were hard - but not hard like his hand had been, more deep heat and sting than the ache she had gotten before. Still, the sting gave her an urgent feeling, she had to try to get away. Michael’s grip on her tightened and as it did, she actually felt herself relaxing into it.
What had happened? Did he lighten up, or was she just getting used to it? Had it just been her own fear that had made it so difficult to take? Her bottom was being soundly warmed but the more she relaxed, the less it seemed to hurt. Her motions lost the jerkiness they had started out with and soon she could tell he was definitely spanking her less hard. It still stung, she still wriggled and when the belt fell on a spot that was sore from earlier, it still hurt. But for the most part, the control Michael was expressing and the focus of his attentions was more appealing than punishing.
The belt stopped but Michael’s grip tightened and Lisa felt herself tensing automatically. Starting at the top of her thighs, he pressed his hand flat against her and rubbed her cheek upward firmly. The sting subsided as he rubbed her near side as well, and repeated this motion. At last she took a deep breath and truly relaxed. As she did, she felt a tremendous number of emotions rising within her, conflicting, overwhelming her. Michael rubbed her with his thumb, center to outside and then back toward himself, center to outside again, with his fingertips. This was a little more intimate than Lisa was comfortable with and she squirmed with more than just sexual excitement.
Had he embarrassed himself? Michael quickly picked up the belt and took to her bottom again, whapping it firmly. Lisa squeezed her legs together, shamed by their shared thoughts. Very soon he rested the belt and began spanking her with just his hand, slowly, caringly, yet still painfully. Ignoring her jerks and whines, he made her promise to take care of herself, to be more careful, to have more control. She hated this, with each demand she practically shouted an answer, wanting it to be over - every part of it.
When he finally stopped, she didn’t move - not at first. He was holding her lightly, helping her keep in place, then helping her up as she tried to rise. Curling modestly, she found herself in his arms, still conflicted with anger and gratitude. They stayed like that for a while in near-silence.
“I want you to go to your room for a while,” he suggested, though having no intention of being refused. “Think about what I’ve said. I’m going to hold you to your promises - I can’t watch you all of the time!” A smile lifted his voice as he told her this and sent her on her way, off where she could have some privacy. She would make sure she closed the curtains.
(end)
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