Marbury Plains

by Lynn Forest

  He ran his fingers through her wet hair. “We have all the time we want for making love.”

  She looked up at him and giggled. “And more spanking?”

  He leaned down and tapped her on the nose, then kissed her on the cheek. “All the spanking that you want.”

  “Does that mean you’re going to give me a ‘good morning’ spanking?”

  Martin caressed her bottom. “Anything you want.”

  She put her arms around his waist and drew him close. “You won’t think that I’m asking you to spank me too much? I’m starting to think there may be something wrong with me.”

  He began to laugh. “Of course there’s nothing wrong with you. And I’ll whack your cute ass as much as you want.”

  She looked up at him and giggled. “That’s good. Because I’m also looking forward to my ‘nighty night paddling’. I guess I’ve really been a terribly bad girl to get my bottom tanned so thoroughly by our newly discovered master disciplinarian.”

  Martin shrugged. “Actually, it’s a very noble sacrifice you are making for the school. I get to practice my discipline on you, so everyone benefits.”

  She leaned up and kissed him. “And later this evening, we’re both going to benefit from your efforts… again.

  Lily put her arms around his waist, and then lowered them and began to stroke his buttocks. “I like your butt, Dr. Simpson… Sir.”

  Martin laughed and shook his head. “There’s only one sensational butt in the shower, and it doesn’t belong to me. Yours is nothing but exquisite.”

  Lily shook her head. “It’s too big.”

  “No. It’s just right.”

  She purred as he continued to stroke her bottom. “It is big. But that’s okay. I guess that makes it hard to miss with the hairbrush and paddle.” She leaned back and looked up at him with a wicked smile. “Or, for that matter, your hand. You haven’t spanked me with your hand yet.”

  He laughed and patted her bottom several times. “How do you think I plan to start your day off tomorrow morning?”

  Lily hummed happily, reached her arms around his neck and kissed him. “Now I’m going to dream about that tonight. Of course, there’s a lot of discipline to be administered yet this evening.”

  Martin reached behind her and turned off the shower, and they stepped outside the stall and began to dry each other off with the oversized towels. Suddenly, Lily opened a drawer beneath the sink and pulled out a small gift bag and handed it to Martin. “I tried to think of everything after I succeeded in luring you to my little dungeon here.”

  Martin laughed as he pulled out some red tissue paper, then reached down in the bag and pulled out a pair of red, silky boxers with the word ‘Master’ emblazoned across the front and the back. He looked at the gift and laughed and nodded in approval, and then leaned down and kissed her before putting the boxers on.

  Still naked, Lily leaned against him. “I don’t want to eat anything more until all of this is over for the evening. If you want, go ahead and microwave some of that pizza while I get dressed – if you can really call it getting dressed, that is. I’ll just be a few minutes, so why don’t you chill out in the living room, and I’ll call you when I’m ready. And by the way, bring that wicked hairbrush with you. It stings like crazy. And I love it.”

  She placed her hands on her hips and smiled seductively. “Just consider the bedroom to be your office… for what has to be done.” She reached around and smacked him on the bottom. “Go get a snack. I think that there’s going to be a naughty redhead in need of a paddling waiting for you there.”

  Chapter 7

  Martin stood in the kitchen in his new boxers waiting for the microwave to finish warming the pizza. He did feel some hunger, but like Lily, he really wasn’t wishing to overindulge considering the events that continued to unfold in the most memorable evening of his life.

  He sat on the sofa in the living room eating slowly, and just as he finished, a soft voice called out to him through the open bedroom door. “Oh, Dr. Simpson. You are needed in the office. Something needs to be warmed up… very badly.”

  Martin picked up the hairbrush and walked slowly toward the bedroom door. He stepped in to find that the bedroom, like the bathroom, was now lit by flickering candles, and suddenly he felt the warm and welcoming arms of Lily embracing him from behind. She had been hiding behind the door.

  He turned around to look at her, dressed in a light blue chemise fringed at the hem and the sleeves with white lace. It fell several inches below her waist, and the vision made his heart want to melt.

  He pulled her to him, and then began to softly stroke her back as he looked around the room. A dresser had been cleared, and a round pillow was placed at one end, and next to that rested the paddle.

  Concerned that she had earlier received an actual, hard paddling in the aftermath of some mild spanking with the hairbrush, he wanted to play along with her fantasies and bring excitement to her, while maintaining a sense of realism that he knew she found arousing.

  He put his hands on her shoulders and held her at arms length. “Lily Mercer, are you in trouble again?”

  She lowered her head and clasped her hands behind her back and began to sway back and forth. “I am in very deep and serious trouble. That’s why I’ve been sent to you to be paddled.”

  Martin cleared his throat dramatically. “Tell me what you have done.”

  Lily shrugged her shoulders and gazed downward as she continued to sway back and forth. “Well, I tricked my boss into coming to my home so I could have my way with him.”

  Martin shook his head. “Are you telling me that you coaxed him into your apartment and had sex with him?”

  Lily nodded slowly, still looking down. “And… I enjoyed it. I enjoyed it way too much. But I couldn’t help it, because he’s just so good in bed.”

  Martin had to strain to keep from bursting into laughter. He was finding himself hopelessly enchanted by this delightful woman who had just months before come into his life.

  “Miss Mercer, I think I know just what you need.”

  She finally looked up and fluttered her eyelashes and blew him a kiss. “You’re not going to… paddle me, are you? I am so afraid of the paddle.”

  Martin began to laugh, and Lily began to giggle in response. “I am indeed, going to paddle you, Miss Mercer. But it’s not going to be just any paddling. No, Miss Mercer, you’re going to receive a long, slow and sexy paddling. I’m going to smack you hard enough to make it hurt, but not really, really hard. But I’m going to paddle you… and paddle you… and paddle you some more, until I’m certain that you have paid for your misbehavior.”

  He took her gently by the arm and began to lead her toward the dresser she had prepared for her paddling. As they walked slowly to the side of the room, she looked up at him and batted her eyelashes. “I have to confess something to you, Dr. Simpson. I’m afraid that when you paddle me, I may get… all… turned on and…orgasmy.”

  “Lily, I don’t think that ‘orgasmy’ is a real word.”

  She looked up at him and winked. “I think it may be by the time we go to bed tonight.”

  He led her gently to the end of the dresser where the round pillow awaited her, and then picked up the paddle. With a stern voice, he commanded: “Bend over, Miss Mercer.”

  She looked at him with an exaggerated pout, and then raised herself onto her tiptoes. She hoisted herself up to lie over the pillow, the dresser being higher than a desk, and when she settled into position, her toes did not even come close to reaching the carpeting.

  Suddenly she felt a flash of panic, as she did not realize just how vulnerable a feeling she was going to experience being bent over and propped up in such a manner. But within seconds, the panic and fear was replaced by a wild rush of arousal and anticipation when she felt Martin tapping the paddle against her upturned bottom. And she knew that the paddle was tapping against the seat of her matching blue panties, as bending over in that manner had caused the chem
ise to scoot up onto her lower back.

  She held her breath, because although Martin had led her to believe that this was not going to be a paddling nearly as forceful as the one she had requested and received earlier, she still was uncertain as to how much the smacks were going to sting. And to heighten her anxiety, and also build her arousal, Martin simply continued to tap the paddle against her lightly, and then alternate with sensuous and slow circular stroking where the paddle was about to land.

  Finally, the paddle was not in contact with her bottom, but two seconds later, it was indeed, as it landed with a significant sting and a SLAP! And then, seconds later SLAP… SLAP.

  The spanks were mildly painful, and Lily found herself overjoyed at how Martin was paddling her. The sting was just substantial enough to make her feel that she was indeed being paddled, and forceful enough that each one left a residual burning sensation that slightly and gradually intensified each time the paddle landed. But she knew that she would not mind if he spanked her this way for a long time, as he indicated he planned to do. Every several seconds SLAP… SLAP… SLAP until she had felt eight more.

  Suddenly she felt the paddle come to rest on her lower back, and now his right hand was softly caressing her warm bottom. “You know, Lily, I think that you are simply beautiful.”

  The caresses continued as she closed her eyes to concentrate on his words. “You have the prettiest face. I love that cute little nose, and those freckles and that pretty red hair.”

  She found herself breathing heavily as he reached his hand inside the waistband of her panties and began to stroke her bottom, sometimes running his fingers through the crack and then down between her legs. “I love your body, and those beautiful legs, and especially this luscious and shapely bottom.”

  As the intimate caressing continued, Lily’s heart began to race. She had felt butterflies throughout her abdomen from the moment he had entered the bedroom, as she had before and during her earlier paddlings. And now she felt as if she could explode in desire.

  And she did. The caressing continued and she felt him lift the paddle from her back. That was when he said the words that sent her over the brink: “And now Lily, your paddling is going to resume. And your bottom is going to get warmer and warmer, your cheeks more red and the sting is going to increase every time that I—” But before he could finish, Lily convulsed and arched her back, and she kicked her feet up in the air as her toes curled and she cried out in her pleasure. Nonetheless, the paddle had started its work again: SLAP… SLAP… SLAP… SLAP.

  As the astonished Lily settled down from her climax, she felt the paddle being softly stroked back and forth across her bottom. After a minute of the sensual caressing, the paddle moved away, but this time it returned with a noticeably harder SMACK, and Martin heard Lily suck in her breath. Seconds later… SMACK… SMACK… SMACK.

  Once again Lily felt the paddle come to rest on her lower back, and she felt another surge of arousal and anticipation mixed with apprehension as she felt Martin’s fingertips slip beneath the waistband of her panties. He seemed to sense the tension she was feeling, so he lightened the mood and made her laugh by humming loudly as he slowly and painstakingly lowered the panties to her upper thighs, revealing a set of cheeks that were now quite rosy red.

  The paddle was once again stroking her bottom, but now her bottom was bare and she could feel the ridges of the holes in the paddle, and that heightened her tension. But when the paddle moved away it returned with a moderate SMACK, and the sting was only slightly enhanced by Lily’s bottom being bared. SMACK… SMACK… SMACK.

  When the smacks stopped and the paddle was being moved around her bottom in a circular fashion, Lily was surprised at how much she was wishing that he would simply go ahead and smack her once more. But the next time he brought the paddle down onto her bare bottom, it was actually with less force, although the sting was not insignificant from the subdued SMACK it produced.

  SMACK… SMACK… SMACK… SMACK. The heat was building on the surface of her bottom, and she was now sucking her breath in with each spank. SMACK… SMACK… SMACK.

  This time as the paddle was being moved around her bottom it followed the contours of her backside. The cool wood surface moved slowly over her hips, then down to where her leg and bottom converged, and across the crests of the now sizzling cheeks, then gliding slowly up through the crack to her lower back before resuming its caresses.

  When Martin spoke he had a hint of teasing humor in his voice, one that both excited and unnerved Lily. “This past week, my adorable Miss Mercer, you kept doing things at work to try and put me in the mood to really tan your hide. I think that you remember.”

  Lily began to feel that mixture of arousal and anxiety that she had come to love so. She held her breath as he continued his stroking and his lecture. “You would walk into my office and slap yourself on the bottom just to distract me.” Suddenly the paddle moved away and returned with a solid CRACK, a spank that generated a squeal, although it was a squeal followed by laughter.

  “That sounded like a good one, didn’t it Miss Mercer?” CRACK!

  “Owww!” Lily reached back and rubbed her bottom for the first time since she had been over the dresser.

  “But, Miss Mercer, my favorite thing that you did to distract me was what you would say when I would come walking out of my office. Do you remember what that was?”

  Lily was straining to keep from giggling too loud. “I’m sorry Dr. Simpson, Sir. I just… don’t… recall.”

  Martin replied in a booming voice, “Miss Simpson. What was it you would say?”

  Lily finally responded in a squeaky voice. “Oooh… no… Yikes! I would say… Whack… Ouch… Whack… Ouch… Whack… Ouch.”

  Martin patted the paddle against her bottom several times. “That’s an excellent suggestion, Miss Mercer. Let’s make that happen right now.”

  Martin pulled the paddle back and brought it to her bottom with a forceful WHACK, and it was indeed followed immediately by a loud cry of “Ouch!”

  And then… WHACK… “Ouch!”

  WHACK… “Ouch!”

  Lily reached back with both hands and furiously rubbed her bottom, and at the same time she looked up at Martin with a mock scowl that was followed by an arch of the eyebrows and a blown kiss. And then, to her delight and surprise, Martin gently removed her hands from her bottom and leaned down and began feathering kisses across the injured, red surface.

  He saw Lily begin to squirm in response, and knew that she was still enjoying her paddling, so he once again tapped the paddle to her bottom and resumed the circular caressing. He watched as she crossed her forearms and rested the side of her head on them with her eyes closed, and she seemed to sigh in relaxation and pleasure.

  Taking a cue from her apparent satisfaction with his work, he moved the paddle away and brought it to her bottom with a mild SLAP. The surface was now a deep red, but every several seconds, SLAP… SLAP… SLAP. The paddle landed lightly each time, just with enough force to generate a mild sting.

  At the same time, while the sting did not greatly increase, the slow light smacks of the paddle prevented the sting and heat from dissipating – those precious and forbidden sensations that she found so enticing.

  As Lily lay across the dresser, each warm slap of the paddle gave her a strange sense of comfort. When only days before she had been forced to accept the fact that the concept of subjecting herself to corporal punishment was arousing, a shock of fear and insecurity hit her like a bolt of lightning.

  She had immediately been drawn to Martin upon their meeting, so when she sat at her desk and listened to him administering a paddling to a young woman for the first time, she felt her libido racing and her mind scrambling to figure out how she could tell this new man in her life that she found such a thing to be desirable.

  But as she lay across the dresser, her bottom upturned and bare and at his mercy, each stinging slap of the paddle was another reassurance, another expression of his accept
ance of something that was now a part of her, something that other people might scorn her for.

  And as she closed her eyes and held her breath to await each smack, that acceptance was reinforced each time she felt that sting. And to her delight, and most of all her pleasure, Martin expressed that acceptance over and over as the minutes passed by. Lily was lost in the surreal, waking dream of the simultaneous impact of an instrument crafted specifically to bring stinging pain to a bottom, and the thrill she felt each time she heard that loud WHACK that accompanied the paddle’s contact.

  Finally, the rhythmic paddling came to a halt, and she was once again being treated to the caressing of Martin’s hand on her bare, now flaming bottom. “Lily, I hope you’re still enjoying your paddling. I’m certainly enjoying giving it to you.”

  His caress became more intimate, and she tensed her body and began to arch her back to encourage him and the work of his fingertips. “Ahhh… I feel so… Oh, my. Put me on the bed, please.”

  Lost in her new wave of arousal, Lily was dizzy with excitement as Martin scooped her up from the top of the dresser and gently placed her on the bed. He put her on her side, but as he tugged her panties off and pulled her chemise over her head and she yanked his boxers down over his legs and off of his feet, she pulled him over on top of her.

  She sucked in her breath when she felt the weight of her body come to rest on her bottom, but she was soon embracing him tightly, encouraging him as his lips began to glide slowly down her breasts and took her nipple into his mouth. She groaned and arched her back, nearly raising him off the bed in her pleasure as he then went to work on the other nipple while his thumb and forefinger continued pleasuring the first one.

  If she had been ravenous the first time they had made love, this time she was in another dimension. When she realized that Martin’s lips and tongue were slowly but steadily creeping down her abdomen toward her navel, she cried out in anticipation and began to undulate her pelvis up to encourage him.

  Then, rather than bring her to a grand finale too quickly, Martin bypassed his eventual destination and slid down further on the bed and began to kiss the insides of her thighs, and she cried out even louder, impatient in anticipation. And then when Martin felt that she was at the peak of her desire, she felt his tongue plunge inside of her, something she had never experienced before as the tickling and flicking suddenly brought her to scream in an orgasm such as she had never felt in her life.