Message-ID: <13707eli$9808050226@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: firmhand23@aol.com (FirmHand23) Subject: NEW: Gabrielle's Next Spanking, Pt. 1(M/F, cons) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <1998080312354700.IAA06044@ladder01.news.aol.com> x-no-archive: yes **This is a story of pure fiction involving consensual adult spanking. If you are under 18 years old, this material is illegal in your jurisdiction or you are offended by such material, then DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER.** GABRIELLE'S NEXT SPANKING You answered the phone on the second ring. Damn, I was hoping to get your voice mail. "Um, Sir, I'm sorry to bother you, I know how busy you are, but there's, um, something that I, um, should probably, um, tell you about, Sir." "Very well, Miss, be here in one hour." An hour???? How about later this week or even next month! "Um, Sir, that's so soon!" "Yes, it is. Don't be late, Miss." I hear the click as you hang up the phone. Omigosh, what have I gotten myself into? I know I have to tell you about what happened after the barbecue Saturday night, but no way did I think I would have to tell you today. I know I don't have much time to get ready, so I quickly jump into the shower while trying to decide what to wear. I want to look as sweet and innocent as possible. I decide my new sun dress is perfect. White cotton eyelet, it has twenty teeny tiny pearl buttons down the front, and it's not too short. Perfect. It sets off my early summer tan and it's definitely not naughty. Way perfect. I get dressed quickly...white cotton panties, white bra that fastens in the front, and white sandals. I look at the clock and panic...less than 30 minutes left and a 20 minute drive ahead of me. I rush to the car since this is one appointment where there will be serious consequences if I'm late. An uneventful drive brings me to your curb with 3 minutes to spare. Exactly enough time to walk up to the door and ring the bell, but not enough time to pause and gather my thoughts. I ring the doorbell and wait nervously. *********** "Come in, Gabrielle." As I open the door, you see me dressed in my white shirt and tie, standing erect but relaxed as I watch you cross my threshold. The threshold you both fear and love to cross. The lights are dimmed, and there is soft music playing; you think it might be Handel's Water Music. I direct you to my study, where I invite you to please sit in the large leather upholstered chair in front of my large mahogany desk. I watch as you sit and settle comfortably in the chair, demurely crossing your pretty legs and adjusting your dress so you don't reveal too much of your thighs. "Now then, my dear Gabrielle, I understand there was a little to-do after the barbecue the other night," I begin as I take my seat in the executive swivel chair behind the desk. "Why don't you tell me all about it," I say evenly, with a small, friendly smile as I steeple my fingers over my lips. I notice your pupils dilate with the shock that I already know about the incident. You were planning on minimizing your involvement and putting the best spin on the story you could, hoping to deceive me into inflicting a lighter punishment. But now... ******** I don't believe it. How could you possibly already know what happened. I look at you carefully...you're relaxed, friendly, you couldn't possibly know. But if you do know...well, I had hoped this might happen...that you would be understanding...I just didn't believe it was possible...you're so proper. I wonder why you chose that music. You must know. I wonder if you've ever...no, impossible...yet you don't seem the least bit upset. I wonder why you're wearing a tie...maybe you're going to take me out to dinner. In confusion I blurt out, "Well, Sir, as you know, we went skinny dipping after the barbecue and I was afraid that you would think that was naughty and I'm so glad that you don't." I look at you and realize I just made a huge mistake. You apparently knew that I'd been in the pool after hours, but not that none of us had bothered to wear bathing suits... ********** "Skinny dipping in the pool?" I ask incredulously. "You mean you have nothing more to confess to me than that? I think you'd better tell me the whole truth, young lady. Things such as with whom, and what did you do while skinny dipping? And afterwards? I want the WHOLE story." I watch as you sit there, squirming in the big chair, shifting and re-crossing your legs. You look down as your hands keep fidgeting. "Well? I have all the time in the world. But not all the patience in the world. You know you've already earned yourself a spanking. Do you want to earn extra by making me wait?" "No, Sir, please, I don't want any extra spankings. I'll tell you everything!" I'm amazed that you aren't more upset! There really isn't all that much more to tell. It's not like we had an orgy or something. I relax slightly and begin my tale. "A few of us stayed at the pool after the barbecue ended, just talking and enjoying the starry night. After awhile someone suggested we go for a swim. And someone else immediately suggested skinny dipping. I looked at Angie and shook my head. I really didn't want to get my hair wet so late at night. She just grinned and said "I'll go, but I think you're going to have to persuade Gabrielle." So someone offered to cook us dinner the next night. Well, Sir, this is an offer I couldn't refuse...he's a gourmet chef who owns a trendy little restaurant on Melrose and I knew the dinner would be fabulous. So I agreed to a swim." I pause and look over at you. You do not look amused. My heart sinks, and I continue a little less certainly. "So we went swimming...and then we went home." I look over at you again... and wish I could disappear. "HE'S a gourmet cook?" I ask with raised eyebrows. "You went skinny dipping with a MAN?" You slink down in your chair, your hands in your lap now still. You can't look me in the eye. "Gabrielle, Gabrielle....do you know how that makes me feel? You're mine, as you know. No other men are supposed to see your private parts. Especially the parts I have to punish when you behave so naughtily." I pause to let the import of my words sink in. "Now tell me, did anyone touch your bare skin during this incident? Did you touch anyone? Tell me the truth, little Gabrielle. I'll know if you're lying," I say softly but firmly. I arise from my chair and begin removing my tie and rolling up my sleeves as I wait for your reply. ******** Ohhhhh....this is what I'd been afraid of ....and I will tell you the truth....I just don't think you'll believe me. "Sir, I'm sorry, I really am sorry, but yes, other men did see, um, me....but nobody touched me, I swear! And I didn't touch anybody, either!" I force myself to look up at you...I know you won't believe me if I can't look you in the eye. The sight of you standing there with your sleeves rolled up sends a shiver down my spine, and I look back down at my hands. Nervously chewing my lower lip I decide to tell you everything and pray for the best. Taking a deep breath, I continue. "Angie and I came out of the dressing room wearing only our towels. The guys were already in the shallow end of the pool batting around an inflatable beach ball. We left our towels on a couple of lounge chairs, dove in the deep end and swam down to meet them. They batted the inflatable ball towards us and suggested a game of volleyball and even offered to let us have the shallow end. We played for awhile, but Angie and I kept getting cold and we decided to call it a night. We got out of the pool, got our towels and went into the dressing rooms." I pause and look up at you. You're glaring down at me, with your strong arms folded across your chest. I can't tell if you believe me or not. Either way, you're clearly displeased. I take another deep breath and finish. "Well, Sir, it was quite a surprise to come out of the dressing room and discover the resident manager of the condo complex waiting for us in the golf cart he uses to patrol the grounds. He was furious, having just been awakened by calls from people complaining about the noise in the pool area. He lectured all of us and then said, "OK, you two ladies hop into the cart and I'll see that you get home safely...the rest of you can walk home! NOW!" He really was mad that he'd been awakened and continued to lecture us on the short ride to our doors. And that's it, Sir, that's all that happened." Hoping you won't see the fear in my eyes, I look up once again. ********** I see the fear in your eyes....and decide your punishment protocol for this childish offense. You know what has to be done. I walk around the desk and stand in front of you. I extend my hand and you look up slowly, swallow hard and grasp it. Your eyes are pleading, but your voice fails. I give a gentle tug and you pull yourself out of the chair to a standing position. You self-consciously pull down at the hem of your dress. "Don't fuss with your dress, Gabrielle. It won't be in that position for very much longer," I tell you. "Place your hands behind your back and spread your legs as you've been taught," I command. You quickly snap into position, not wanting to anger me further. I begin to raise your sundress to your waist as I begin my lecture. I see you are wearing your panties, but no pantyhose. 'Good girl,' I think...at least she obeyed THAT instruction. *********** I can feel the strength in your hand as you help me to my feet, the same hand that will soon be spanking my bare bottom. I clasp my hands tightly together behind my back as I spread my legs...I know from experience that the slightest disobedience during my punishment will be dealt with severely...sometimes more severely than the original punishment. I don't know why I get myself in these predicaments...I really do want to be a good girl and please you. As you begin to lecture me, you lift my dress and stare at my panties...I try not to squirm in embarrassment. I can feel myself blushing under your scrutiny...I try to ignore your eyes and listen to your words. *********** You feel me raising your sundress, slowly tucking it in at your waist so it will leave your behind exposed. "Does my little girl know why she's here?" I ask. "Y...yes, Sir. I've been a bad girl," you stutter, keeping your head bowed. "And why else, Miss?" "Because I didn't tell you the whole truth at first, Sir," you confess. "And what should be done about this situation that seems to keep repeating itself with you?" "Maybe a good lecture and confinement to my room for a day, Sir?" you ask plaintively, hoping to dissuade me from the more severe option. "Oh, come now, Gabrielle. You know much better than that. You know what naughty girls like you always get for such offenses. Now tell me," I reply with a smirk of derision at your feeble attempt to skirt the inevitable. "I...I deserve...a spanking, Sir," you choke out. I notice your eyes are getting watery, but it has no effect on the punishment I've decided for you. "But please, Sir, don't spank me too hard. Please, Sir. I'm really sorry. It won't happen again, Sir. Please believe me!" "Stop your begging, Gabrielle," I reply evenly. "You've already admitted you've done wrong and that you need your bare bottom warmed. Begging will only cause me to believe you didn't really mean you're sorry." Your eyes meet mine for a second, then revert back to staring at the carpet in front of you. "You know what you have to do. Now do it!" I command. With a sigh and a hard swallow, you look up at me and say in an unsteady voice, "Please give me my spanking, Sir." "And how do you want your spanking, little Miss?" "Please spank me bare, Sir. I deserve it," you reply in resignation, knowing your submission to me has already begun. "Very well, Gabrielle. Pull down your panties. And be quick about it!" I command sharply. You look up at me suddenly, as if you hadn't realized before that your panties would have to be taken down to be spanked on the bare. But I was the one who always lowered them before. Your face blushes pink as you are forced to bare yourself to me. You hook your thumbs inside the elastic of your pretty panties and after the slightest hesitation, you close your eyes and pull them down until they are stretched across the middle of your thighs. I quickly clasp my hands behind my back again, knowing that failure to do so will have consequences. I'm afraid to open my eyes. I hear a funny noise and realize my breath is coming in short little gasps. I take a few deep cleansing breaths, and open my eyes. Another deep cleansing breath, and I slowly raise my head to look up at you. You're calmly watching me, apparently amused by my embarrassment. Squirming under your gaze, I drop my head in shame. You usually take your time inspecting me and preparing me to be spanked...sometimes the humiliation is worse than the actual spanking. I wish this was over with...I want you to hug me and tell me you forgive me. One more deep cleansing breath, and I summon all my courage to ask... "Please, Sir, please, will you spank my bare bottom now?" As you stand there, I clear off my desk, making it clear what I'm planning to do. I carefully take all the papers, knickknacks, lamp, coffee cup and place them on the credenza behind it. I open the drapes wide, and you can see the lights in some apartment buildings not too far away. You wonder if any of the apartment dwellers have telescopes. "It's time for your spanking now, Gabrielle. Please remove all your clothes and fold them neatly for me like a doll, would you?" You kick off your sandals as you bring your hands forward and slowly begin unbuttoning your eyelet. Soon I can see the cups of your white lacy bra come into view, then become the only thing left on top as you slide it over your shoulders and off. Folding it neatly, you hand it to me with both hands. I watch as you reach back to unclasp your bra, which forces your pretty breasts out front. As the bra falls away, I see the pink hardness of your nipples as they rise and blush, in response to the cool air and my gaze. After handing it to me, I watch as you remove your sundress and pull your cotton panties down all the way to your ankles, stepping out of them hesitantly. You know you have no defenses left, don't you? Immediately after handing me the last articles of clothing, you spread your legs and clasp you hands behind your back once again like the obedient little penitent you are. "Approach the desk and bend over it, Gabrielle," I tell you in a no-nonsense voice. I see you lick your dry lips as you step over to the dark flat surface. You snuggle your pelvis up to the edge and spread your legs. With a deep sigh, you lower your upper torso to meet the desk top. I watch from the side as first your nipple tips touch the cold surface, then your breasts flatten as your weight comes to rest. You place your arms behind your back as you've done in the past. But I know that something more is needed this time. "For this spanking, I'm going to have you extend your arms in front of you. Try to grip the opposite edge for me," I tell you. Your fingers just about make it to the edge. I take a moment to look at your attractive body spread before me, waiting for my punishment. I'm so lucky to have you, I think to myself. ************* I watch you prepare the desk for my spanking, amazed that you acquiesced to my request. And all I had to do was ask nicely. True, I'm about to get my bare bottom spanked, but that was going to happen anyway. Hmmmm. As I slowly undress, I wonder why you opened the drapes. Do you want me to expose myself to your neighbors? The thought strikes me as so funny that I have to bite my lip to avoid giggling. I continue to undress slowly, enjoying the approval I see in your eyes. I keep my own eyes lowered, well aware of the danger of letting you see my surprising lack of repentance. Ohhh...I don't like your desk. It's hard and cold and it mashes my breasts. I wish I'd remembered to ask you to turn me over your knee...oh well, next time. I can barely reach the edge of your desk. I wonder why you have such a big desk. Not being big enough to reach makes me feel like a little girl, and I feel some of my willfulness slipping away. I stretch further across the desk, and can feel the opposite end cutting into my pelvis. Without saying a word, you gently raise my hips and slip a folded towel between the sharp edge of the desk and my pelvis, providing a cushion of sorts. "Thank you, Sir," I say gratefully, and try again to stretch far enough to grip the edge of your large mahogany desk. *********** You look so small and vulnerable spread eagle over my desk. I gently reposition you so you are tight up against the desk, legs properly spread, nipples pressed onto the surface. I know how hard you're trying to please me....if only to avoid a harder spanking. You wonder why I haven't begun yet. Your unasked question is answered when you see me approach with some black leather straps. "These are wrist and ankle cuffs, Kitten," I explain. "Last time you really squirmed a lot, and I think I can expect the same reaction from you this time. So, I'm going to secure you to the desk-cum-spanking-bench with these." Your eyes are wide as you follow me around the desk. You do not resist, nor do you pull away as I fasten the wide, soft, black leather straps around each wrist, then tie them with white cotton rope to eye hooks I recently installed on the bottom of my side of the desk. Your arms are pulled apart, but not stretched, so you're still somewhat comfortable. I come around and attach the cuffs to your ankles, and similarly tie them wide apart to eye hooks you never noticed at the bottom sides of the desk. If you were restrained this way in a vertical position, your body would have the shape of a big "X". I walk over to the light switch and dim down the lights to a soft glow. I walk over to your left side and tell you to turn and face me. Your head rolls to your left, facing me. I gently clear the hair from your eyes and smooth it down onto your shoulders. "Is Gabrielle ready for her spanking?" I ask in a low voice. "Yes, Sir," you say with more confidence than I had anticipated. Could it be that you've come to realize that this is exactly what you want? And not only need? I place my right hand in front of your face, palm forward, fingers extended. You lean forward as much as your bonds allow, and plant a soft kiss right in the middle of my palm. I can't be sure, but I think I felt just the tip of your tongue touch my callused skin. I take my position to your side. I lay my warm right hand across both your quivering cheeks, as my left hand presses down firmly on the small of your back, just above your bare buttocks. ************ I watch silently as you fasten the cuffs around my wrists. I feel my will slip away and have no desire to protest or try to stop you. As you move to attach the rope to the bottom of the desk, I realize how much trouble you've gone to for me. You must think I'm very special... I know my spanking is going to hurt...they always hurt...but I'm not afraid. I know you won't harm me even though you'll spank me till I cry. I kiss your hand gratefully, the rough calluses tickling my lip. I'm glad you're going to spank me with your hand. I like the feel of your hands on me. As you move into spanking position, I feel a heightened sense of awareness. I can feel the hard surface of your desk pressing against my breasts...I smell the faint aroma of your aftershave mingling with your musky male scent. As you place your hands on me I can feel the contrasts...one soft and firm, the other warm and rough. I move slightly, testing the restraints...assuring myself that I am indeed completely vulnerable to you. I've never felt safer in my life. I realize what a precious gift you've given me...the gift of trust...and wait for my spanking to begin. ************ (Continued in Part 2) -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----