Dragos Falls

by Carl Hamlin

  Aubrey released a deep sigh of mock exasperation. “If you insist.”

  Aubrey bent over slowly, swaying her bottom slightly until her fingertips were resting at the ends of her toes. Mike began to softly tap the paddle against the lower portion of her bottom, an area only partially covered by her skirt. “Are you ready, Miss Carson?”

  Aubrey looked back at him from her bent over position. “Oh, I’m sorry. You haven’t started paddling me yet?”

  A loud sharp CRACK filled the room, followed quickly by a barely audible moan. Mike tapped the paddle against his target once more. “In case you didn’t feel it, Miss Carson, I just gave you your first swat.”

  “Thank you Mr. Powell. I did think that I felt something. I certainly did hear something. Did you perhaps just slam a board against the wall?”

  WHAM! Another yelp emerged from Aubrey’s lips.

  CRACK! “OUCH… ouch… owee…”

  CRACK! “Oh… oh… ouch… that really…”

  WHAM!... WHAM!… WHAM!

  Mike tossed the paddle over onto the sofa, then reached for Aubrey’s shoulder and motioned for her to stand up. He looked down into the tear-filled green eyes, and then reached to brush a falling tear from her cheek. “How are you doing?”

  Even through the pain, Aubrey managed to smile. “I think it’s safe to say we’re taking care of business.”

  Mike took her by the arm and led her back to the sofa. He sat down, and then guided her onto his lap so that she could rest there without having to sit on her burning bottom. He could hear her starting to sniffle quietly, so he held her soothingly with her head leaning against his shoulder.

  After a couple of minutes, Aubrey broke the silence: “That thing really, really stings a lot.”

  “So you would give a good grade to my paddle – making skills?”

  Aubrey reached back and ran her hand across her bottom. “Stings like fire… makes a loud, scary CRACK when it lands. I’ll give your paddle an A+.”

  Mike ran his hand gently up and down the outside of her thigh. “Crafted with love, just for that sweet and lovely derrière on my beautiful Aubrey.”

  Mike felt Aubrey press her body even closer. “And I felt that… the love, I mean. Every time that paddle smacks my ass… I need this from you.”

  Mike leaned down and kissed her on the forehead. “Ready for some more? I think I will paddle you in a different manner this time. You don’t have to touch your toes this time.”

  Aubrey did not say a word. She simply got up from his lap and walked back to the same spot on the floor, then bent over in the flickering candlelight and placed her hands just below her knees and waited.

  Mike came to stand beside her, and then began to slowly and gently caress her lower bottom with the paddle. She reacted with soft murmurs of contentment, until Mike suddenly drew the paddle away and brought it back with a mild but stinging smack.

  Immediately, Aubrey was again experiencing the gentle rubbing motions of the hard flat surface just before another whack was applied, then another struck without warning. This time, when she felt the surface of the paddle caressing the fiery flesh of her bottom, the sensations were at once soothing, painful, threatening and arousing. That was when she realized that she was able to both appreciate and be frightened by the related effects of the paddling because she was not being spanked nearly as hard as before. In addition, she was not bending over so far that the hem of her skirt had risen out of the way of the paddle, as had previously been the case.

  The teasing caresses continued before she experienced yet another smack. That was followed by a few seconds of the board being rubbed against her bottom before she received the next whack, followed a couple of seconds later by another. Although the swats were not very hard, each stung sufficiently to cause the burning, prickly discomfort to build, and for her tear ducts to remain active.

  Aubrey suddenly drew in her breath when she realized that, rather than feeling the paddle rubbing across her bottom, it was Mike’s hand. Alternating between his fingertips and his palm, he covered her bottom with gentle, teasing and probing stimulations. His hand worked its way lower and lower, until he grabbed hold of the hem of the wispy skirt, and slowly raised the garment up onto her back and tucked the hem into the waistband of her red satin panties.

  The hand returned to her bottom, and she enjoyed a pleasurable minute of caressing before the hand finally withdrew, and she was once again feeling the hard flat surface of the paddle resuming its circular motions. Suddenly the movements stopped, and the paddle remained pressed against the center of her bottom.

  The paddle moved away for a couple of seconds before, smack… smack.

  Although she was not being spanked with much force at all, she was struggling to cope with the cumulative effect of even a mild paddling coming just a little while after having her bottom absolutely tanned to crimson.

  The paddle’s caresses continued until, whack… whack… whack… whack… whack. Aubrey began to emit a yelp or a cry with each one. There were a few more seconds of caressing, then, smack… smack.

  Aubrey remained bent over and wiped her tears, as Mike reached his fingers inside the waistband of her panties to lower them. However, they fell to the floor, and in spite of the discomfort, Aubrey giggled as she lifted each foot and kicked the tiny garment aside.

  Once again, Aubrey felt the welcome and pleasing sensation of Mike’s hand caressing and exploring her bottom. He concentrated his attention to the burning regions, but would occasionally allow his probing fingertips to drift toward and into other places that provided her with a heightened arousal in anticipation for what, she assumed, would come later.

  However, the paddle clattered to the floor next to her feet, confusing her as to Mike’s intent until she felt his right hand pressing down on her back to bend her further, while his left hand remained on her backside and began to get serious in its exploration and stimulation. She found that she was nearly beside herself in wild arousal, bending over in the room full of dancing candle flames and shadows while Mike’s right hand reached beneath her shirt to tend to her nipples while the other hand was well on its way to sending her over the edge.

  The collective stimulation was nearly more than she could handle, and she moaned in pleasure, bending over even further and pressing her bottom up against the hand that she expected would soon finish her off. That was when Aubrey found out that she was in for yet another surprise.

  At the moment it was obvious that Aubrey was beginning to climax, Mike reached in front of her and took hold of a straight chair and pulled it to him. In a continuation of that motion, he took Aubrey by the arm and pulled her across his knees, then reached to the floor and picked up the paddle.

  The realization of what was happening only intensified what Aubrey was experiencing. She was just beginning to moan in ecstasy when Mike brushed away the skirt that had fallen back down and brought the paddle down on her bare bottom with a loud CRACK.

  Aubrey grunted at the pain, then cried out, “Oh… wow… it’s…”

  She moaned loudly as her orgasm reached its peak, then CRACK “…ughh…ughh…oh… my…”

  CRACK. “Ooowoohoo…aaahh…owee”. She was still not being paddled very hard, but the sensations were becoming almost surreal to her.

  CRACK. Aubrey let loose with a deep, guttural sound as her toes curled and she pressed them against the floor. Mike attempted to increase the intensity and pleasure by squeezing her inflamed buttocks together until she went limp.

  Mike could hear Aubrey breathing heavily, then a sharp CRACK echoed in the room, followed by, “Ooouch… ouch… ouch… ouch…”

  CRACK. That was the one that caused Aubrey to break down in sobs.

  Mike hesitated, and then pressed the paddle against the center of her bottom. “Do you still have an urge to steal something?”

  “Noooooo…” CRACK. “Ouch… yowee…”

  “Do you feel that you have been sufficiently punished for your urges to steal?
”

  “Yes… really.” CRACK. “Ouch…oooooo…”

  “And did you get turned on by being paddled?”

  Aubrey did not respond verbally. She just looked back and batted her green eyes at Mike and slowly nodded her head up and down.

  CRACK. “Ouch.”

  Mike patted the paddle against her bottom again to tease her. “I mean, did you get really… really… highly turned on by being paddled?”

  Once again, Aubrey responded in silence with the fluttering eyes and the slowly nodding head. CRACK. “Ouch.”

  Mike rested the paddle against her bottom. “Okay… these last ones are to make sure you have something to remember when you start thinking about stealing.”

  Aubrey knew what that meant, and she clenched her teeth to prepare herself.

  WHACK… WHACK… WHACK… WHACK… WHACK.

  Mike lifted the sobbing young woman from his lap, then picked her up and cradled her in his arms for several minutes until she had settled down. When she had her crying under control, Mike walked them to the sofa and sat down. Then Aubrey coaxed him to lie on his back, and she placed herself on top of him.

  They began to kiss deeply, and he gathered up her skirt and began to gently and carefully caress her deeply red bottom. In spite of the soreness, Aubrey purred in contentment and nodded to encourage him. She remained silent for a while, recovering from a complex session of contrasting emotions and physical sensations.

  “Mike… I suppose it would be best for me to not even try to understand all that just happened. But I am sure that everything that just took place… well… I needed all of it.

  “When we had sex the first time, I had never before had a climax anything like that.” She started to giggle. “I thought my own fingertips did the job. But this one… oh boy...”

  She began to kiss Mike on the neck, then sat up and straddled him as she pulled her shirt off over her head. Then she untied the string that served as the waistband for the homemade skirt, removed the garment and tossed it to the floor.

  “I also think that it’s safe to say that I just received the ass whooping of a lifetime. And I don’t think I will ever again try to figure out what’s punishment and what’s pleasure. I think it’s all mixed together from here on out.”

  Mike put his arms around her and gave her a tight hug. “I think you know by now, I like to bring pleasure to you… no matter what method appeals to you.”

  Aubrey pressed her midsection down. “Don’t think for one minute, Mr. Powell, that I am not aware that you have not yet been taken care of. In fact, there is something poking at me to remind me. And speaking of methods to bring pleasure… do you mind if I try something on you I have never done?”

  Mike slowly shook his head back and forth.

  “And Mike… would you mind putting a condom on first?”

  He once again responded by a slow shake of the head. “You’re the director of this scene.” He reached into the pocket of his jogging pants, and pulled out one of the small foil packages.

  Aubrey began to giggle as she nibbled at his ear. “Go ahead and put it on, then pull your jogging pants back up. I’ll be waiting for you over there, because I think this little sofa is too small for this type of action.” She leaned forward and kissed him again as she began to get up. “Just don’t go too weak in the knees and fall down and hit your head. I don’t want to have to go to all of the trouble of finding a replacement for you.” As she began to slide off the sofa, Mike gave her a solid smack to her bottom, causing her to display a mock pout as she walked away rubbing and wiggling her rear.

  In his eagerness, Mike fumbled in the dim light with the condom packaging, before finally getting it out and rolling it on as he listened to the sounds of Aubrey opening and closing a couple of closet doors. In accordance with Aubrey’s directions, he pulled the jogging pants back up and rose from the sofa.

  In the flickering light at the other end of the room, the enchanting sight of the nude Aubrey awaited him. As he walked forward slowly in anticipation, she gestured to the stepstool padded with two folded towels that waited behind her. “Just compensating for being short.” Even in the dim light, Mike could see that her cheeks were flushed with embarrassment.

  She took a step forward, pressed her body against his and kissed his chest. “You know what else I would like to do? How would you like to be blindfolded during this?” Before he could answer, she began to giggle. “I think I just felt some movement that indicates a positive response. So I take it that you are okay with that?”

  Mike closed his eyes and smiled. “Whatever you say.”

  Aubrey walked to where she had discarded her shirt, then reached up and tied it around Mike’s head to cover his eyes. That being done, Mike began to feel the fingertips of both of her hands on his abdomen and chest as she began to slowly circle him like a predator stalking its prey.

  She stepped behind him and pressed her breasts up against his back and then she reached around him to run her fingers through the hair on his chest. “I really like doing this. I just love that chest of yours.”

  Mike smiled beneath the blindfold. “That’s funny… I kind of like your chest too.”

  “Thank you.” She walked around in front of him, and then began flicking her tongue at his nipples. “And you know I like it when you do stuff like this to me.” As her tongue worked on one nipple and her fingertips on the other, she could again feel his arousal strengthen as she pressed close to him.

  “But I remember something else you really like.” She began to kiss his lower chest and his upper abdomen, as she reached to his lower back. She then slid her hands inside the jogging pants. She began to softly caress his buttocks as she alternately teased him with her words, and the lively and mischievous tongue that was flicking around his lower abdomen. “I told you how I like this nice firm butt of yours.”

  She grabbed two handfuls of the flesh and began to squeeze, then resumed her soft caressing. Still pressing up against him, she could feel that the excitement she was attempting to cause him was obvious. She continued kissing his abdomen and rubbing and playing with his buttocks, while her kissing and tongue flicks gradually descended to his waist.

  Aubrey walked behind him again, and then resumed rubbing her breasts against his back as she slowly slipped her fingertips inside the waistband of the jogging pants. She feathered kisses over his back as she began to lower the jogging pants in an agonizingly slow fashion.

  She lowered them until they were being held up only by his arousal, lowering them a little more in the back, and began planting kisses all over his buttocks. Mike was moaning in pleasure and anticipation and had raised his arms and clasped his hands behind his head to encourage her movements.

  Suddenly, Mike felt Aubrey step away, and then felt her arm around his waist, coaxing him to step forward. Next, he heard the raspy sound of the little stool on the concrete floor and then he felt Aubrey’s hands pressing firmly on both of his bare hips.

  Then he heard giggling, and Aubrey’s warm breath below his waist as she clenched the waistband of the jogging pants in her teeth and pulled them away so they could drop to the floor. Then he was driven nearly mad as the lips and tongue returned to his waist, providing one more moment of almost unbearable denial. He again heard the sound of giggling, just before his young lover took him in.

  He sucked in his breath with the pleasurable shock of feeling the simultaneous sensations of her lips, tongue and teeth enveloping him. As Aubrey still held firmly to his hips, she began a rhythmic assault of back-and-forth movements, slowing down then speeding up, alternating the tickling actions of her tongue with suckling movements with her lips.

  Mike quickly cried out in spasms of relief, but Aubrey made sure that she did not cease her actions until she was absolutely certain that he had attained a total release of all the desire and need she had spent the evening building up inside him. Then she rose from the stool, guided him to lay back on the sofa, and resumed her work on her bedazzled l
over, taking a couple of more minutes to make absolutely certain he had been totally fulfilled.

  Aubrey collapsed next to him in her exhilaration, and they wrapped their arms around each other as they kissed and caressed quietly until both had succumbed to a sated slumber.

  Mike and Aubrey woke at sunrise, naked on the sofa with their arms still wrapped around each other. Aubrey bolted from the sofa upon waking, planted a quick kiss on Mike’s cheek, gathered up her clothes and sprinted, in the nude, back to the room she shared with Marlene. Of course, Marlene was already outside, and had a small fire going inside the ring of rocks that had been built for cooking fires.

  Aubrey hurried to dress in work clothing and then sprinted outside to assist Marlene with her chores. A few minutes later, Mike joined them, picking up an armload of firewood from a stack in the front yard of the school, and carrying it over to the fire.

  Marlene made small talk with the younger couple, taking care not to mention that they had obviously spent another night together. She only expressed her yearning for some bacon, and hope that somehow the villagers could someday procure a few hogs. She was tiring of the canned meats, another helping of which was in the frying pan in slices next to a heap of sliced potatoes.

  Their attention was drawn by Albert Watson strolling rapidly up the walk. “Mike… Aubrey would you two like to have a house of your own?”

  They looked at each other with expressions of confusion before Mike responded. “Someone leaving?”

  Watson nodded with a sad expression on his face. “Addie and Francis Martin have decided to try to go back home. They decided they would rather risk contamination and death than spend the rest of their years wondering if they could have gone back.

  “They’ve been living in that tiny little blue house back in that alley off of Adams Lane. They asked me to come and look around. The place is clean as a whistle, and they were able to find clean sheets and put them on the bed, so it would be all ready for somebody to move then. It may as well be the two of you. The Mrs. is kind of a private person, and she would rather stay here in the school building, kind of off to ourselves. To tell you the truth, she seems to cry a lot these days, and she doesn’t like to be seen that way.