by Penny Birch
‘So Natasha Linnet tells me. Anyway, back in my teenage years, I didn’t want to conform; I couldn’t conform anyway, but I wanted to be punished for it, and I wanted to be punished by Kate, who was the very image of the popular, conformist girl.’
‘You already knew you liked girls?’
‘Nothing so clear, I just knew I wanted to be spanked by her. She thought it was funny.’
‘Did she do it?’
‘No, she tried to get me on the straight and narrow, but all the boys she found for me were spotty little weeds and even they preferred her. My ideal man was a sort of shambling ape who’d put me across his knee, wallop my bottom until I cried, fuck me for ages and then sit and discuss natural selection or environmental problems. What she did do was decide to make a present of my virginity to her fiancé, for my sake too, that’s when I got spanked.’
‘He spanked you then took your virginity? Jesus, Penny!’
‘No, we got caught. My aunt spanked me, across her knee with my panties down. Afterwards I gave myself my first climax, over the spanking.’
‘Which was forced on you!’
‘Which I deserved! Sharing her future son-in-law, with her daughter? In her eyes it was the next thing to incest!’
‘No, it wasn’t her right!’
‘Try telling her that! I felt it was just, too, afterwards, although I kicked and struggled a bit at the time. It’s no different from paying the fine when you’re caught speeding.’
‘Yes it is!’
‘OK, it is: getting a speeding fine doesn’t make me frig off with a hairbrush handle in my pussy and my toothbrush up my bum!’
She didn’t answer that, but just blew out her cheeks and slowly released her breath. I’d been truthful, but I wished I was telling Vicky’s story, which left no room at all for doubt. Mine did, at least from someone else’s perspective. I let Amy think for a while and wandered a little deeper into the water, which was cool on my legs with the waves washing up to the height of my knees. I was feeling a bit flustered, both from arguing and from going over my early sexual experiences. Amy was certainly doing some hard thinking herself.
‘Look at it another way,’ I went on. ‘Metropolitan is always complaining about men being so quick during sex. What was the article called, about three or four issues ago?’
‘One-Minute Wonders.’
‘That’s it, and I thought it was a bit unfair. Still, on average, how long would you say it is from when a man gets his cock out to when he comes?’
‘I don’t know. I’m gay, Penny.’
‘Oh. A girlfriend then.’
‘Girls don’t have cocks to get out, Penny.’
‘A strap-on?’
She blushed, faintly, and I knew I’d hit a chord. For one moment I had a beautiful vision of her, in a trouser suit, but with a little fake moustache and a monstrous dildo protruding from the fly. Unfortunately the bright green jelly shoes would have completely ruined the image.
‘From what the girls in the office say, ten minutes on average for a man. One minute is a bit harsh, just artistic licence. I’m sure five’s not that exceptional. Using tantric techniques, an hour, two hours?’
‘It would be next to impossible to fit a spanking session and sex into five minutes. Certainly I’ve never done it. Ten would be possible, if we were rushed. Half-an-hour might be normal, just for a panties down spanking and an orgasm each.’
‘Is this with your girlfriend?’
‘No, a man. Amber takes her time if she can. She likes to dress up for one thing, and make a ritual of it, maybe lecturing me while I stand with my hands on my head and my panties around my knees or something. A few Sundays back we had the whole day clear. We hadn’t seen each other for a bit and badly wanted to play, so I got spanked in the morning, just across her knee in the bedroom with my nightie up. I licked her afterwards but she said I wasn’t to come. Now, I could have insisted, or stopped it, but I didn’t. All the rest of the morning she made me do housework in the nude, hoovering, dusting, scrubbing the kitchen floor, even cleaning the bathroom and loo. Because I’d been spanked I could see my red cheeks every time I passed a mirror, and a lot more when I was kneeling to scrub.
‘By lunchtime I was so turned on that I couldn’t stop shaking, but I still wasn’t allowed to come. Instead I had to cook lunch, nude except for a pinny, then serve her, standing behind her while she ate. I cleared and washed up, then had my own lunch, cold, out of a dog bowl on the floor. That was too much for me and I had to come, so I used my stop word . . .’
‘Stop word?’
‘It’s what the submissive partner says if she can’t handle it or there’s a problem. Red is for an immediate stop, say if we’re playing with wax and a drop goes on my pussy. I generally can’t take that.’
‘Ow! I’m not surprised! That’s dangerous, Penny.’
‘Oh, you’ve got to know what you’re doing. I won’t deny that. Amber reckons anyone who wants to dominate another person ought to be trained by someone with experience, and they ought to know how it feels to be on the receiving end, too.’
‘I can see that. Go on.’
‘Yellow is for slow down, or in this case to bring our play to a peak. She did, and in the most wonderful way. I was on the kitchen floor, which is stone, licking my bowl clean. She came to stand in front of me and reached up under her skirt to take off her panties. They went in my mouth, balled up and pushed inside, then tied off with a piece of string to gag me. She put my face in the bowl, sideways, pulled my hands up into the small of my back and tied my wrists together. I was helpless, utterly completely helpless, stark naked, gagged and tied, totally at her mercy. I could see her, just about, standing over me. I watched as she opened a draw and took out a long wooden spoon. She beat me with it, twelve hard smacks and I couldn’t even scream or struggle, just kick my feet on the ground. My bum was burning by the end, which was the joke, because she rucked her skirt up, squatted over me and just peed all over my hot, beaten bottom. She frigged me off like that, with her fingers between my thighs, my bum blazing hot and my whole body wet with her pee.’
‘Jesus, that’s degrading!’
‘My orgasm was so powerful I blacked out for a bit. It was just before three o’clock by then, Amy. My first spanking had been before nine, so that makes roughly six hours of sex before orgasm. Six hours solid of rude, dirty, subtle sex. With her it gets as good as that maybe once every week, when we’re together. We’ve been together five years.’
‘So you love it, but it’s so degrading! How can you do it?’
‘Because it’s ecstasy, a whole higher level over and above normal sexual pleasure. By conventional standards the sex is degrading, yes. In fact that’s half the fun of it. Like I say, it’s mostly in the head. When we’re not having sex we’re equals.’
‘So she doesn’t tell you what to do and things normally?’
‘No.’
‘I thought that’s how it worked, with the stronger, dominant partner controlling the weaker.’
‘No, anything but. Admittedly Amber’s bigger and stronger than me, but almost everyone is. She’d never hurt me or force me against my will.’
Amy went silent and I didn’t carry on, letting her think as she splashed through the shallow water. With the beach curving gently away to north and south, we could see for miles, a view spoiled only by the distant bulk of Sizewell power station. I had to offer. I’d made her think; she did like girls and the worst that could happen was for her to turn me down. Besides, all the tension and all the talk about spanking and dirty games had left me badly in need. I could only hope she was thinking how nice it would be to play with me and not that I was an incorrigible pervert.
I waited, feeling shy and rather silly, as I always do in such circumstances unless absolutely certain of the response. Amy was biting her lip, a girlish gesture well out of keeping with her businesslike poise. I told myself I’d ask her when we had gone another fifty paces and counted them, the lump in my throa
t growing bigger with every one.
‘Do you want to?’ I managed, really quietly, but not so quietly that she didn’t hear.
She stopped, still biting her lip as she looked at me. For the first time I realised that her eyes were blue, a very pale, china blue, big and now slightly moist.
‘You can do it to me,’ I offered. ‘Anything you like, any way you like, just enjoy me.’
Amy looked down at the water and shook her head, immediately giving me an awful sinking feeling.
‘No,’ she said, ‘not that. Would you do it to me? Maybe just gently, maybe just a little?’
She was pleading and she was scared, so very, very far from the tough, immaculate career woman I’d met an hour or so before. I said nothing, but took her hand and began to lead her up the beach.
I wanted her badly, and I wanted her to enjoy it. I was desperate for her to enjoy it, so I had to be good. As I led her I was thinking how hard it was to be in charge, how much more difficult it was for Amber than me, always having to take charge, always having to know what to do. I was wishing she could tell me, because Amy was trailing after me like a lost puppy, obviously expecting me to make all the decisions, but I had no idea how to handle it.
Not that I let my insecurity show. I led her to the ridge of the shingle bank, which stretched away to north and south, over a mile in each direction, deserted but in full view of both Dunwich and Walberswick. I could have spanked her then and there, made her show her bare bum on the beach, taking the risk someone would see. If I’d been with Amber and she’d been in one of her rare submissive moods I’d have done it, right there, making her expose herself with emptiness stretching away on all sides. It couldn’t be right for Amy, though, representing an exposure surely far too blatant for a first-timer.
I only had one choice. I led her down the bank and pulled her gently down among the reeds where the shingle sloped to the river. If anybody came along the ridge of the bank we were going to get caught, but I had to do it.
‘Kneel down,’ I said, struggling to keep my voice firm and level, commanding without revealing my urgency.
She obeyed, facing me and putting her head to the ground, as I had been when Amber made me feed from the dog bowl. I took her by the chin and gently tilted her head up to look into her eyes. She bit her lip again, but now it seemed more expectant than uncertain.
‘Good girl,’ I told her. ‘That’s a pretty pose for you. Now, I think we had better have these showing, don’t you?’
I reached under her front, finding the buttons of her blouse and tweaking them open, one, two, three and a fourth just to be sure. Taking her jacket by the scruff I pulled it back, drawing her arms up behind her. Her blouse followed, the remaining buttons keeping it tight around her middle and helping to fix her arms. She was shivering and had closed her eyes, perhaps trying to forget how exposed she was as her breasts came closer to being bared. Her bra was black, a lacy, expensive thing with full cups holding two firm little breasts. I unclipped it and tugged it up, letting them swing free and naked. She gave a little whimper as they came on show and I reached out, cupping one and running my fingers over the nipple. Her whimpering noise came again and I leaned down to kiss her for reassurance. She responded and for a moment our tongues met.
My confidence was growing as I pulled back. There had been a lot of passion in her kiss, although I could tell she was still scared. I pulled her bra over her head anyway, and knotted it across her arms, not really tight but tight enough to give her a feeling of being in restraint. She said nothing, although I couldn’t imagine she was comfortable. Still, quite possible that was part of what was exciting for her.
I moved behind her, admiring the way her bottom swelled out the rear of her smart, pinstripe skirt. She was slim, but fit enough not to be scrawny, with muscular cheeks still well shaped despite the taut wool covering them. Bare breasts are exciting and vulnerable, a bare bottom more so, at least for me. I could only hope Amy felt the same.
‘Right, Amy,’ I told her. ‘Listen carefully. I’m going to pull up your skirt and I’m going to take down your panties. You realise that, don’t you?’
She nodded dumbly.
‘Good,’ I continued, ‘it’s very important for a girl to have her bottom bare during a spanking, and just because it’s your first is no reason to let you off now, is it?’
She shook her head, every bit as miserable and contrite as I would have been in her position.
‘Just as long as you understand why it has to be done,’ I told her and took hold of the hem of her skirt.
I did it slowly, easing the skirt up her thighs and letting my eyes feast on her bare, creamy flesh as it came on view. Her legs were slim and muscular, her skin very smooth and pale, doubtless kept well pampered with expensive creams. That was nice, to have such a well-groomed, urbane woman on her knees for me as I stripped her bottom. It got better when the hem lifted high enough to show her pussy, with the lips tight in black silk and a wet patch at the centre. I paused, knowing exactly how she would feel with her skirt about to be lifted over her bottom in expectation of a spanking and letting the feeling sink in. In my head I counted to ten, then once more began to raise her skirt.
She groaned as I bared her bum, easing the hem up over her cheeks so that she could feel it rise and experience every second of her exposure. Her panties were gorgeous, silk with a panel of lace at the rear to leave her beautiful little peach of a bottom showing beneath, with the crease dark and tempting between the cheeks. They were cut quite high too, disappearing beneath the tail of her blouse but leaving a fair bit of cheek showing to either side. Like her legs the skin of her bum was smooth and pale, and once her skirt was safely up on her back I took a moment to stroke her, feeling the warm texture of her skin. She moved, lifting her bottom to bring it into even more glorious prominence.
‘That is hardly a ladylike thing to do,’ I chided, ‘sticking your bottom up like a she-cat on heat. Still, it won’t matter in a minute. One spanked brat looks much like the next. Now then, it won’t do to keep you waiting: let’s have those pretty panties down.’
I flicked the tail of her blouse up and took hold of her waistband. As I tugged her panties pulled a little into her crease, exaggerating the cheeks. She groaned again as I began to pull them down, a really meek, submissive sound.
‘Down they come,’ I announced, ‘off your bottom, showing your crease, revealing everything, just like a girl who’s going to be punished should. There we are, all bare. That isn’t so terrible, is it? Yes, because pussy shows? I wouldn’t worry about that; it’s fine for girls to show their pussies nowadays. We ought to be proud of our pussies. It’s the fact that your wrinkly little bumhole is showing that you ought to be ashamed of.’
She started to sob at that, so I left off, although I’d been tempted to describe her bumhole to her in some detail. It was pretty, not brown at all, but pink and very regular, tight, too, certainly virgin. I’d love to have kissed it, but it would have hardly been a dominant thing to do. Just as tempting was her pussy, pale and neat, with tiny inner lips barely showing between the outer and shaved bare save for a tiny triangle of golden fluff.
I had to touch: it was impossible not to. Using a single finger, I drew my nail slowly down her crease, lingering on her anus to make the tiny hole wink and pout before tracing an oval around her pussy. A shudder went through her as I finished my exploration with the gentlest of flicks to her clit and I found myself grinning.
‘Very pretty,’ I told her, ‘and very wet, you little tart. Now I’m going to spank you.’
I slapped her bottom as I spoke, using just the tips of my fingers, and gently at that, enough only to make her flesh quiver. She gave another of her forlorn little groans in response and I set to work, slapping gently at her cheeks, each in turn, over and over, each smack just that tiny bit harder. I could really feel for her, getting her virgin spanking with her naked bottom stuck out so blatantly, and outdoors as well.
‘Most girls g
et this in the privacy of a bedroom,’ I said as the first delicate pink marks began to appear on her cheeks, ‘or maybe across the back seat of a car. Some of them even get to keep their panties up, the first time or two, perhaps. Not you, though, Amy, you’re in the open air and you’re showing everything.’
Her bottom was going pink and she had begun to squeak. I didn’t have to stop: she was tied, and had a straight choice of staying where she was or running down the beach, topless with her hands tied behind her back. I stopped anyway, leaving her panting gently and shivering in response to her punishment, a reaction that set her bottom quivering in the most delicious way.
I began to remove one of her jelly shoes. She had to know I intended to spank her with it, but as a spanking virgin she had no idea how much it was going to hurt. I intended her to find out, but not too fast, just fast enough to let her endorphins build with the pain. With her shoe off, I smacked it against my palm. She winced, her cheeks tightening and her bumhole winking at me. I repeated the action, then put it to her bottom, just hard enough to leave the imprint of the shoe showing on her lovely skin.
Once more I began to spank her, firmer now, each slap making her take a sudden, quick breath. She began to squeak again, but I ignored her, increasing the force of my blows. Her bum was firm, but not so firm that her flesh couldn’t wobble and bounce once the smacks started to get serious. All of it was coloured up, both cheeks, with her crease a pale divide between. Her bumhole was winking, too, rhythmically, which happens with some girls during spanking.
She began to pant, her breath coming in great, deep gulps, and I increased the speed and force of her beating, until her bum had began to wobble seriously, the flesh never having a chance to get back in shape before the next smack hit. It was getting hard to keep my fingers off my pussy and my face out of her bottom, but I kept on, determined that she would come in front of me before I showed so much as a boob.
‘You may masturbate,’ I said, struggling to keep my voice even. ‘Come on, get your fingers in that pretty little pussy, deep in, then to your clit and you can come for me while your bumhole winks and your fat bottom wobbles under my smacks.’