Marbury Plains

by Lynn Forest

  But to her amazement and wonder, Martin did not cease his actions, his tongue working inside her, and in a moment she found herself building and surrendering to yet another crescendo as the center of her body spasmed and quivered once again.

  As her orgasm settled, and Martin scooted up on top of her, Lily giggled as she frantically opened the condom package. Their fingers fumbling in their excitement, they dropped the still rolled up condom two times before Lily succeeded in getting it where it belonged.

  Suddenly she was pulling Martin inside of her, placing her legs on the back of his as if to pull him inside her even deeper as he thrust wildly, his own excitement brought to another level in seeing how Lily’s mind and body had reacted to all that he had done with her and to her. In his excitement, he could not last for long, but he knew that he had already brought total satisfaction to this woman he now loved.

  They had outdone themselves. They both dozed for an hour, Lily roused by the movements of Martin who was still on top of her. Their eyes opened and they smiled at each other as they took up where they left off, engaging in a long and deep kiss.

  Lily looked at Martin through sleepy eyes and brushed her hand across his cheek. “Told you I was going to get all orgasmy.”

  Martin shook his head and laughed. “That definitely describes you. You are something else.”

  Lily giggled, reached up to open Martin’s mouth and began to tug at the end of his tongue. “Mr. Wiggly here is a mischief maker. He seems to know right where to tickle to make wonderful… things… happen. I wanted to see if he had a headlight on the end so that he knew how to get to that right spot.”

  Martin began to run his fingers through her red hair. “Yeah, I did notice that you found that kind of entertaining.”

  Lily looked up at him with a wistful smile. “That was just one of a number of things I had never experienced before tonight. Can I keep you?”

  Martin leaned down and kissed her. “I would have no objection to that. I think that we were meant to find each other. There were two job vacancies, and everything just came together. I’m not going to argue with fate.”

  Lily shook her head as if in a state of wonderment. “I never had a fetish that I knew of. Then I’m sitting there minding my own business, and I hear those whacks on the other side of the door. I got all crazy and quivery inside. I don’t even know where it came from.”

  “No reason to fight it. You like it. Now I like doing it. Let’s just accept it and enjoy it. It can be our thing to do whenever we want to do it.”

  Lily began to bite her lower lip. “And you don’t think it’s crazy?”

  Martin winked at her. “Yes, it’s crazy.” He suddenly rolled them over so that she was resting on top of him. “It’s crazy fun.” He reached down and began to stroke the bottom cheeks that were still quite warm to the touch. “You like having your butt smacked. I like to do anything that turns you on. The fact that I think your butt is absolutely priceless only adds to it for me.”

  Lily laughed softly. “I feel like I’m kind of going to an extreme with it today. Promise me you’ll tell me if I’m asking you to spank me too often?”

  Martin reached down and slapped her on the bottom. “I don’t think that’s possible. Something tells me you’re always going to deserve a good paddling for one thing or another. If for no other reason, just for having a butt that’s shaped like yours.”

  Lily leaned down slowly and kissed him, then slithered her tongue inside his mouth for a moment. “I need to confess something else. I think my butt is pretty fine myself.”

  They laughed and kissed once more, and then Lily yawned and stretched, although Martin was still embracing her with his hands around her waist. She looked toward her bedside stand and seemed to be surprised. “Wow. It’s only 8: 30. I’m finally starting to feel hungry for some more of that pizza.”

  They began to unwrap themselves from each other, and while she got dressed, Martin went into the bathroom to get rid of the condom that still adorned him. A moment later, he joined Lily in the kitchen, once again admiring how attractive she looked in the little chemise.

  They put the warmed pizza on a tray and carried it with two more cans of soda into the living room and sat down on the sofa. They cuddled as they munched on the leftovers, taking turns feeding little squares of the pizza to each other.

  With each passing moment as they sat on the sofa and talked and laughed and kissed, it seemed more and more as if they had known each other for a long time. They seemed to be in some kind of emotional synchronization, by the hour blending into a couple with the capacity of unconditional acceptance and understanding of each other.

  They had sat on the sofa for nearly ninety minutes, simply enjoying each other’s company, and feeling their mutual affection deepening with every kiss and kind whisper. They were gazing at each other in silence when Lily spoke up. “I hadn’t gotten laid in so long. But it’s so special with you. I’ve never been so excited by making love in my life.” She began to laugh. “Of course, not that I really have many comparisons to make.”

  Martin looked at her and smiled warmly. “That’s another similarity we share. But you, Lily, are like no one else.”

  She snuggled up against him and placed her head on his shoulder. “It’s easy for me to get into you. I think you are just so hot.” She began to run her fingertips down his chest and abdomen. “You are a rather fit specimen, I hope you understand.” She began to teasingly probe her fingers over his body. “Look at those abs. I love those shoulders.” She stroked his thigh. “From what I have seen, you don’t have a bad body part on you. Everything seems to work… extremely well.” She reached for the remote control sitting on the coffee table in front of them, pointed it to the ceiling light and turned it off, leaving just some glow from the streetlights coming in around the window shades. She put the remote control down, then looked at Martin and smiled with a devilish grin.

  Martin looked at her with his eyes wide open. “Oh oh. You were thinking what I was thinking.”

  He pulled Lily to him and kissed her, and she whispered, “And just what were you thinking, Dr. Simpson?”

  “Well, as you were running your fingers down my body, I was thinking about all the parts of you that I like.” He began to stroke her calf, and slowly moved his hand up and down on her inner thigh. “I told you that I think your legs are fantastic.” He then raised his hand to her left breast, causing her to suck in her breath as he began to fondle her nipple, and she closed her eyes and instinctively raised her head, and he did not disappoint her as he began to kiss her neck and nibble on her ear.

  “And then, there’s the star of tonight’s program…” Lily laughed as he pulled her on top of him and he reached down inside the back of her panties and began to stroke the bottom that had largely recovered from the repeated applications of the hairbrush and paddle throughout the early evening.

  They began to kiss once again as Lily was content to feel the luxurious sensations of his hand stroking what she had long known was one of her most sensitive erogenous zones. But no one had ever developed the potential of that source of arousal like this man had in their initial times together.

  As he caressed, she could feel that Martin was chuckling. “Okay, are you going to share the laugh with me?”

  Chapter 8

  Before he responded, Martin took hold of the waistband of her panties and began to slowly move them down until they were halfway down her bottom, causing Lily to squirm and smile. “I was just wondering something. I was wondering at how great a coincidence it is, that someone who will be as frequently desirous and deserving of a good bottom warming as you, would have such a perfect bottom for receiving it.”

  Lily responded first with a hard kiss. “I guess I’m just lucky. I guess both of us are just lucky.”

  Lily felt his fingertips caressing her bottom, and she pressed back against them and moaned in pleasure. “So are you really going to give me a spanking with your hand in the morning to sta
rt my day off right?”

  Martin looked at her with narrow eyes. “Yes, Miss Mercer. You are really going to get it.”

  Lily leaned toward him and began to nibble on his ear. “I want to warn you, that may turn me on, and I may want to do some early-morning lovemaking. Just warning you.”

  Martin continued to stroke her bottom. “Your butt should be cooled down by then.”

  Lily then displayed a comical pout, her lower lip sticking way out. “But what if I still want that ‘nighty night’ paddling I mentioned today?”

  Martin could hardly contain his smile. “I haven’t forgotten. But just where are we going with this?”

  Lily continued to nibble on his ear lobe. “As for me, I think I would be going across your knees.” She leaned up and placed her nose against his. “I was thinking, maybe just a nice little spanking with that ouchy hairbrush.”

  Martin ran his fingers through her red hair. “Is ‘ouchy’ something like ‘orgasmy’?”

  She bit her lower lip and opened her eyes wide. “In my case, it may very well be. I think it may fall under the category of cause-and-effect.”

  Martin laughed and kept on stroking her bottom. “Cause and effect?”

  Lily giggled as she reached back and pulled her panties back up and began to stand. “I’m going to go into the bedroom and get the hairbrush, and bring it out here to see if the use of one somehow leads to the other.”

  Martin sat transfixed in the dimly lit room as he watched Lily walk slowly to the bedroom, treating him to some memorable sways and wiggles as she walked. In a moment, she reappeared, holding the large, rectangular oak brush and teasingly slapping it against the palm of her hand.

  She handed the brush to Martin, then knelt next to him on the sofa and went ahead and reached up under her chemise, took hold of her panties and slowly and teasingly lowered them to her knees. As she did so, she winked and smiled, then opened her other hand and revealed yet another wrapped condom that she reached down and tucked into a little pocket on the silk shorts she had bought him.

  He grinned and looked at the brush, then at her. “Okay, Lily. What did you do to deserve another spanking?”

  She began to laugh. “Certainly you can think of something.”

  He looked at the brush and to her again and then nodded slowly. “I guess I can spank you just for being Lily.”

  She began to lower herself across his knees. “Works for me.” She settled across his knees, and sighed with contentment as she felt him brush the chemise up onto her back. Then she felt a twinge of excitement when he slid her panties down her calves and across her toes before he dropped them on the couch several inches in front of her face.

  He tapped his finger on the wisp of fabric he had just removed. “This is so you won’t forget that you’re going to be spanked while you are naked from the waist down.”

  Lily shook her head and buried her face on the sofa, then deteriorated into a case of hopeless giggling. She tried several times to contain her laughter, even as she felt Martin tapping the menacing brush across her bare bottom. But nothing could stop her laughter, that is, until SMACK!

  There was an immediate yelp, but it was only a momentary delay before the laughter started again. Then SMACK… SMACK. Finally the laughter was replaced by subdued grunts in reaction to the sting of the brush.

  Suddenly the brush was resting on her back, and those magical fingertips were back at work on everything they could reach between her knees and navel. And as the caressing continued, Lily arched her back and raised her bottom so that the seeming electricity in those fingertips would have much easier access to all of her fun and sensitive places.

  They worked into a rhythm that was sending Lily to some other place and time. There would be a slow, mild and sensuous paddling of eight to ten smacks, each of them stinging sufficiently to heighten her arousal, then there would be a minute during which she would again raise her bottom and allow Martin to work his tactile magic.

  Another brief paddling, then more increasingly intimate and probing caressing. Another series of smacks of the brush would commence, then be followed by another session of tickling and probing manipulation that was more adventurous and lengthy than the one before until Lily cried out in her passion as Martin continued with the work of his fingers until she finally collapsed limply on his lap.

  She remained across his lap, breathing heavily and her toes finally starting to uncurl, her face pink from embarrassment in spite of the intimacies she had already shared with Martin. Without saying a word, Martin gently pressed his left hand upon her lower back to encourage her to stay there, then began to once again softly caress her bottom as her sighs and moans of pleasure continued to be heard.

  There was silence in the room for a minute as she continued to settle down, and when Martin softly whispered “Orgasmy”, she began to laugh and shake her bottom in appreciation of his unselfish and caring efforts and sense of humor. And when Lily felt Martin begin to softly stroke the backs of her legs, her calf muscles and feet, she realized that both of them were content for her to stay right there and enjoy anything that his imagination could conjure up.

  The brush remained neglected on the sofa where it had fallen off her back in the throes of her orgasm. Lily continued to simply relish the continued stroking of much of her body, stroking that sometimes lapsed into both of his hands traveling up her back and shoulders and providing her with a luxurious back rub.

  However, his hand would always return to things below her waist, her bottom receiving generous attention, although her thighs and lower legs and everything between them were not at all deprived of the pleasant sensations. Lily had never been treated to an evening such as that.

  It had always been Lily who had initiated each round of their punishment play. She sensed that Martin was apprehensive about pushing her beyond her tolerance, and that was indeed the case. But still, although she had just experienced a satisfying climax, Lily found her libido unexpectedly energized when Martin casually spoke to her as he continued the welcome caressing. “So, Miss Mercer, I don’t think that you have been sufficiently punished. I’ve decided that you need another good spanking with the hairbrush.”

  Hearing Martin take the initiative to spank her sent chills up and down her spine, and it was not simply because she was so scantily clad at the moment. There was an added sense of adventure, a whole new element with the spanking being much less under her control. The revival of her arousal was instant and powerful, and she looked back at him slowly and nodded. It was difficult for her to speak due to her sudden anxiety, and her voice was trembling in spite of the smile on her face. “Now you’re getting me all turned on again.”

  She expected that Martin would immediately proceed with the spanking, but he instead spent a couple of minutes treating her to more of the soothing caresses, and some of the antics provided by his fingertips hinted that his intention was to provide her with yet another erotic experience.

  Finally she felt his right hand lift away from her bottom, and she could feel that his left hand was picking up the hairbrush. She was almost mad with arousal, for this one was at his initiative, and as she began to feel the preliminary shuffling of the hairbrush back and forth across her still warm bottom, she realized that she had absolutely no idea as to what to expect.

  Her questions were answered when the hairbrush lifted away and immediately returned with a painful and fiery CRACK that caused Lily to yelp loudly. But to her surprise, the first smack of the spanking was followed by, not another smack, but instead more tender and careful caressing.

  The caressing continued for a minute, and she once again felt the shifting of the hairbrush between his hands, and then the smooth cool surface of the oak brush was gliding around her bottom, once again following the contours and giving her chills when it moved slowly between her cheeks as Martin used his free hand to slightly part them. There was something about that little move that just made her… But then CRACK! Now she knew what the pattern was g
oing to be as his hand was once again stroking, caressing and probing, building upon the arousal she was feeling from knowing that this spanking was not going to be rapid, but it was certainly going to be one that would send her to bed with a sizzling behind.

  Another CRACK. Then the fingertips replaced the hard surface of the brush upon her bottom, and she felt new levels of excitement as his hands gently stroked her inner thighs, the backs of her legs and back up around her hips and bottom once more.

  Again the gentle hand moved away, and then CRACK… CRACK… CRACK… CRACK… CRACK. Now each time the hairbrush landed, there was a muted but definite audible reaction. And she was feeling her eyes flood with tears, but she was nonetheless enjoying another session of the mischievous fingertips that were becoming more and more pleasurable in their movements.

  She realized the genius of what Martin was doing. He knew that she so enjoyed the caressing, that she would look forward to the next brief spanking that would precede it, and at the same time, he sensed that she was feeling aroused and challenged in struggling to accept the harder smacks of the hairbrush.

  CRACK… CRACK… CRACK… CRACK… CRACK. Five sounds of impact were followed by five sounds of discomfort, but then they gave way to minutes of pleasurable and intimate stroking that was bringing the amazed and ecstatic Lily to the edge once more.

  CRACK… CRACK… CRACK… But this time the fiery pain served only to magnify Lily’s yearning for the pleasures that were to follow, and before that brief spanking could be concluded, she emitted a guttural growl and arched her back and her toes began to curl once more. But Martin decided to follow his pattern: CRACK… CRACK. He dropped the hairbrush and pressed his hand against her bottom as she pressed upward and back to maximize the pleasure of the shimmering shockwaves going through her body yet again.