Hannah's Novel Idea

by Carl Hamlin

  Brandon continued the gentle stroking of the back of her legs and her bottom. “Such a fabulous site this is before me.”

  Hannah was resting her turned head on a small pillow as she looked back. “I’m sure you’ve seen similar views before.”

  Hannah heard Brandon chuckle. “Just a couple, to be candid.”

  She felt his hand rest on the center of her bottom and reveled in pleasure as it began caressing her backside with circular motions. Finally she heard a voice that seemed to come from another dimension: “Okay, birthday girl, ready to be spanked?”

  Hannah responded with a loud sigh and a hoarse “I’ve been ready for several days”, accompanied by a slight lifting and shake of her bottom to further demonstrate her readiness.

  Hannah felt the hand pat her bottom a few times, and then all of a sudden a tenor voice broke the quiet.

  “Happy birthday to you,” then a loud WHACK filled the air and Hannah felt a warm, welcome sting the size of Brandon’s large hand. As for Brandon, he was greeted with a high-pitched yelp as a result.

  “Happy birthday to you.” WHACK. WHACK. The result was two rapid exclamations of “Ouch.” Hannah was finally experiencing the stinging smacks she had always craved, and was nearly delirious with her desire for more.

  “Happy birthday, dear Hannah….” WHACK. WHACK. WHACK.

  “Happy birthday to you.” WHACK. WHACK. WHACK. WHACK.

  Brandon again rested his hand on the now warm and sore bottom. “Shall I continue?”

  Hannah looked back at him with a mischievous grin, winked and whispered, “Thank you sir, and may I have many, many more?”

  Hannah sighed as the circular ministrations resumed. At the same time, she heard Brandon’s playful voice. “Let’s see, this area right here seems to need a lot of attention this evening.” A sharp smack echoed in the otherwise silent room. The result was a squeal and a bout of giggles. Brandon resumed his tantalizing words: “Such a nice way to spend an evening, with a lovely lady that I truly, deeply care for, across my knees in front of a warm fire. Of course, one thing is getting warmed more than anything else.” Another sharp crack caused Hannah to suck in her breath and reach back to rub the injured spot.

  The soothing rubbing resumed. “Hannah, I love doing this, but this is new to me. I’ll trust you to tell me when you’ve been sufficiently spanked.”

  Hannah turned her head back toward him. “This is new to me too of course. And I will be sure to tell you when it’s time to stop.” She flashed a smile and a wink and blew him a kiss. “But I can tell you I’m not there yet. Not even close.”

  Brandon began to pat her again. “I guess my work is cut out for me.”

  Upon hearing those words, Hannah was again beset by a furious case of flutters throughout her entire midsection. That was when a much harder smack landed low on her bottom, bringing with it a much more pronounced sting than she had experience with any the previous ones.

  Within seconds another identical whack landed on the same spot, and she began to struggle to cope with the burning. That was when Brandon began a rhythmic assault on her sit spot, another sizzling swat landing every 3 to 4 seconds as the long– sought paddling continued.

  Her arousal was as pronounced as the hot stinging that had caused it. She found herself nearly beside herself in the combination of emotions. Not only was the pain very much to her liking, but having it brought about by Brandon’s hand landing on a sensitive and private part of her only heightened the sensations. Her excitement was further sharpened by the knowledge that Brandon was doing this purely for her enjoyment and to satisfy her needs.

  Suddenly Brandon paused the spanking began another session of rubbing her bottom. His fingertips crept slowly up to the waistband of her panties and he hooked to fingertips inside the band. “Only if you want me to, Hannah.”

  Hannah gasped upon hearing the question. In her entire life, only her father and a couple of doctors had ever even seen her bottom. But her desire was overwhelming everything else. She raised up and sighed, “Yes, go ahead before I go crazy.”

  Slowly and deliberately Brandon use both hands to gently pull the white satin garment down to her knees, while Hannah giggled loudly and exclaimed, “And down they go.”

  When Brandon resumed his circular caressing motions on her sizzling bare bottom, Hannah was nearly overwhelmed by the sensations. He once again began patting her on lower half of her bottom, and with a theatrically Stern voice announced, “Now my sweet thing, you are really in trouble.” A few seconds later, Hannah felt for the first time, what it felt like for man’s hand to land on her bare bottom with significant force. The resulting squeal made both of them laugh. Brandon then resumed his methodical rhythm, but with less power being applied.

  The experience was at the same time overwhelmingly pleasurable and full of fright. After each warm whack her mind would simultaneously cause her to both fear and crave the next one. She may have turned 28 that day, but as the paddling progressed, Brandon’s hand had stung her backside many more times than that.

  She finally hit a fever pitch, scrambled to sit up, and wrapped her arms around his neck and began kissing him while yanking her panties off before once again straddling his midsection. The hot stinging that extended across her entire bottom was only enhancing her desire for the one more thing she wanted to happen on her birthday.

  She scooted off Brandon and stood up. She took him by the hand and encouraged him to stand and follow her. Brandon stood, fully understanding her intentions. However, he halted their movement, embraced her and gazed into her eyes with a serious expression. “Nothing would please me more, but are you absolutely sure?”

  Hannah did not give a verbal response. She simply stepped away, once again took him by the hand and led him into her bedroom. In one sweeping motion, she pulled back the bed covers, and then stretched on her tiptoes and kissed Brandon again before pulling off her top. They each undressed in silence, and then slowly crawled onto the bed. Forgetting herself, Hannah initially sat down, then with an “Ouch” and a quiet laugh, she reclined and rested on her side.

  Side by side on the bed, they embraced and began kissing. Brandon’s hand softly caressed Hannah’s well – smacked bottom, the area warm to his touch, the caresses both soothing and yet painful, but most of all arousing to Hannah.

  She nearly went wild as his tongue and lips wreaked havoc on her nipples, while one hand continued to explore every square inch of her between her knees and naval. She was nearly giddy at the sensations she felt his fingertips brushed her inner thighs. At the same time, she was appreciating his own quiet moans as she petted and stroked him, as if he needed any more preparation for what was to come next.

  In spite of her bottom still feeling as if she had received a bad sunburn, she signaled to Brandon she was ready by rolling onto her back while tightening her embrace. At first she felt a few seconds of discomfort, and then immediately began to feel nothing but pleasure as he began a rhythmic thrusting.

  They kissed and caressed frantically while Brandon continued his part of their energetic first mating session, while Hannah enhanced both of their pleasures by rising upward to meet his thrusts. To the delight of each of them, Hannah found that just the right spot was being treated to the proper friction and stimulation. All of that was combined with the delicious stinging sensations still prickling her backside, coupled with the adrenaline rush she was still feeling from the surreal experience of just having been given one serious paddling. Suddenly she felt the entire center of her body begin to tingle and enter into pulsating spasms, causing her to cry out in her first climax by intercourse.

  Hannah’s uninhibited orgasm only served to turn up the heat in Brandon’s own passion, and a minute after Hannah’s moans had subsided, Brandon found his own release, made all the more enjoyable by Hannah’s rhythmic, upward movements made in tandem with his final thrusts.

  Brandon remained on top of her as they continued to kiss and exchange comments about what they had
just experienced. They finally ended up next to each other and fell asleep in an embrace.

  Hannah woke around 6:00 AM, stirred by the movement of Brandon slipping back under the covers. He immediately fell back asleep, and she got up and went to the bathroom.

  Coming back into the bedroom she did not bother to put on any clothing. She got back into bed next to where Brandon was asleep on his back but beginning to stir again. She placed her face on the pillow against his head, and began flicking her tongue around his ear and down his neck. With her lips and tongue busy on his upper torso, her left hand was headed downward to cause some mischief she knew would please him.

  Suddenly they were once again frolicking on the ancient bed, but this time when their desire was reaching its peak, it was Hannah who ended up on top. Now it was her rocking and rolling motions driving the rhythm of their lovemaking, while it was Brandon in the role of thrusting upward. Their movements intensified until once again, Hannah let loose with a guttural cry as her senses spun out of control in the midst of the strong and pulsating climax.

  Recovering from her own ecstasy, Hannah began to concentrate her energy on providing all of the sensations that Brandon could hope for. She alternately rocked slowly and rapidly, then slowly again. Paying close attention, she noticed that the slower her movements the more excited he seemed to become, so she settled down on top of him, and treated him to a session of teasing slow movements that nearly drove him mad in his own climax.

  As they both went limp in their satisfied exhaustion, Hannah remained on top of him, simply nuzzling his neck for a while as they simply enjoyed the contact with their naked bodies in the afterglow of their passion. She finally began to talk, but Hannah remained in place.

  Brandon leaned his head up and kissed her cheek. “I don’t know what to say, except maybe… Wow!”

  Hannah shook her head with a meek smile radiating across her face. “If I had known sex was that good, I would’ve started doing it a long time ago. But you know something… something tells me that it was that good because I did it with you.”

  Brandon kissed her again. “As you know, I can’t say I haven’t done this before. But I can say this. It was never like this before. And I’m sure it was because, it was with you.”

  Hannah laughed. “You mean I turned out to be what they call a good lay?”

  Brandon shook his head. “No, Hannah. It means that you are one wonderful lover and I feel so privileged to have found that out.”

  Hannah leaned down and kissed him again. “I have this doubt that it would have been the same with anyone but you.” She could feel that Brandon was beginning to chuckle. “Okay big fellow. What’s so funny?”

  Brandon suddenly had a serious look on his face. “I just realized something. I don’t know how to say this in a way that does not sound like it’s in bad taste, but honestly Hannah, I know that it’s all because of you.”

  Now Hannah began to laugh. “Just what do you mean by that?”

  Brandon sighed. “Because, quite frankly, I’ve never been this good before.”

  Both began to laugh, and then Hannah kissed him on the forehead. “I’m so happy to bring out the best you have to offer.”

  Brandon ran his hands down her back, then began softly rubbing the cheeks of her warm bottom. “Still sore from your birthday spanking?”

  Hannah giggled. “Not too bad. But that sure was, oh, my! Magical.”

  Brandon nodded. “I thought you seemed to be enjoying it.”

  Hannah let out a deep breath. “When did you pick up that I wanted you to spank me?”

  Brandon laughed. “It was the first time we went to dinner.”

  Hannah buried her face in the pillow. “Yow, that obvious, huh?”

  “Very much so. But that’s all right. We enjoy what we enjoy. You enjoyed getting that spanking, and I must say, I did not mind spanking you one little bit. Seeing how it was getting you all turned on, that’s all it took for me.”

  Hannah looked him straight in the eyes and arched her eyebrows. “I’m taking that to mean I can look forward to some more of that in the future?”

  “Whatever you want, I’ll be happy to let you have it. It gives you pleasure, me too for that matter, so I’ll give it to you as hard or as light as you’re in the mood for. And I’ll do it any way you want it done. No need to hold back with talking about what you enjoy, at least not as far as I’m concerned.”

  Hannah kissed him and nuzzled against his neck once again. “I love it that you said that. I feel like now I can let my imagination go free.”

  Brandon nodded. “Of course. If you think of some scenario you would like, I’ve watched a lot of plays. I can act out your fantasies.”

  Both began to laugh and Hannah placed a long deep kiss on his lips. “In the back of my mind, I guess I’ve always had these little things I would like to try.”

  This time it was Brandon arching his eyes. “Got a particular one in mind that you would like to try out with me?”

  “Yeah. There is something. Another spanking thing, I mean.”

  Brandon reached down and patted her bottom. “Remember, speak freely about it. Or else, I may have to give you a good spanking.”

  Hannah snickered then rested her chin on his chest. “How about the next time you can spank me with a paddle? I mean, you did a great job using your hand. In fact, it was just perfect. The paddle thing, I guess I’ve just always had this itch to get spanked with a small paddle.”

  Brandon coaxed her head down and gave her a deep kiss. “Of course, I’ll do that. I’ll whack you really good.”

  “Thanks, I think.” Hannah seemed to heave a sigh of relief that her desire had not been rejected. “Maybe after we go to see the Phantom, you could spend the night here again. Somehow, some way, I can come up with a paddle I would like to experience by then.”

  Brandon began to caress her bottom. “May I make a suggestion?”

  “Mmmmmm. Sounds like you’re getting into this. What’s your suggestion?”

  Brandon displayed a mischievous smile. “Consider making one for yourself.”

  Hannah closed her eyes and seemed to be intrigued by the idea. “That could be interesting.”

  Brandon hugged her closer. “Just an idea. We won’t see a lot of each other between now and then. My schedule will be crazy in the meantime. You could make sure this week that you have everything you need to make your very own paddle. Then on that Saturday, you spend part of the day cutting it out and finishing it - your own custom – made little old paddle. You can make it any size you want, from thick or thin wood, or from anything else for that matter, at your own pleasure… literally, your own pleasure. I have a feeling that making your own paddle, knowing that you are going to get spanked with it before the weekend is over, well that could be quite a turn on for you.”

  Hannah closed her eyes and shook her head. “Oh, my gosh. I - I’m going to do just that.” She began to giggle. “That just may be the thing that drives me over the edge with horniness.”

  Brandon laughed. “That’s why I suggested it.”

  Hannah began to nibble on his ear and kissed down his chest. “And guess what, professor? It’s working on both of us already.” Brandon nodded agreement, as they set about to wrinkle the sheets a little more.

  Hannah rose early on Monday morning, recalling how difficult it was to see Brandon leave late Sunday morning. It had been a remarkable weekend for her, having lost her virginity in the midst of lovemaking that she never could have dreamed of, complemented by her receiving a spanking that satisfied a long suppressed yearning.

  She found that tears were forming in her eyes as she considered that she would not even see Brandon for nearly two weeks. He was typically a very busy man, but the college was entering into its prime fundraising season, and all department heads were expected to play a major role in the effort. That meant that evenings and weekends during a two-week period would be largely devoted to attending fundraisers, visiting potential donors in the ar
ea, or even traveling in a five state area to call upon people in person. What remaining time was left was spent on the telephone and composing letters to be sent to alumni and other key individuals.

  Hannah felt at times that the last two days had been a dream. She had never imagined that a weekend could be so romantic and physically satisfying. Now she would have to look forward to being with Brandon for the performance of the Phantom of the Opera, and appreciate and be grateful for what she had shared with him.

  She had dressed immediately upon crawling out of bed, putting on her favorite jeans and sweatshirt along with some comfortable old tennis shoes. Her first thought upon waking, aside from the memories of what had taken place, was a suggestion that Brandon had made regarding her desire to have a paddle. He had not said so specifically, but Hannah knew that she would make one that she felt would be just perfect for use on a willingly presented bottom that just happened to be bare.

  She ate a quick breakfast, and then slipped on her jacket. She felt a sense of giddy anticipation as she walked out to the small barn. She flipped on the light, then strolled over to the workbench. She began looking around, then grabbed the rim of the barrel containing wood scraps and pulled it out from under the bench.

  Hannah began pulling pieces out one at a time, but most were pieces of very thick wood, totally unsuitable for what she had in mind. She continued to bring the scraps out one at a time and stack them on the bench after shaking cobwebs and spider webs from them.

  Just when she thought she would find nothing of use in the barrel, she pulled out a small plank of thin plywood. The small board appeared to be just a quarter inch thick. It was a little over a foot-long, and appeared to be about 3 ½ inches wide. Looking at the small plank, she knew that she had found the proper wood stock from which she would craft her paddle. Her evaluation was confirmed by the return of that bewildering and teasing butterfly sensation in her abdomen and lower parts as well. She found herself almost frozen in place as her vision fixated on the board, her imagination forming images of what it would look like when she was done with it, and what it would then be used for. Her imagination soared as she imagined the sound of the paddle landing on her bare bottom and the sting that would result at her delight.