Message-ID: <30030asstr$988319403@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: Reply-To: alessia@37.com From: "Alessia Gerini" X-Original-Message-ID: X-OriginalArrivalTime: 26 Apr 2001 16:37:06.0411 (UTC) FILETIME=[2170DBB0:01C0CE6F] Subject: {ASSM} Fantasy Fulfilment chapter 8 {FF, exhib, toys, humil, spank, cons} by Alessia G Date: Thu, 26 Apr 2001 17:10:03 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: kelly, t4425 ************************************************************ Bye, and sweet dreams but if you can't sleep visit my homepage at http://www.angelfire.com/wa/alessia/ the stories might help. _________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com. <1st attachment, "Fantasy8.txt" begin> Fantasy Fulfilment Chapter 8 By Alessia Gerini (Edited with thanks by PeeJ) Comments will be delightfully received at Alessia@37.com or in my web-page guest book at http://www.angelfire.com/wa/alessia/ and I take this opportunity to thank anyone who wrote but to whom I didn't reply. 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Okay, I am responsible for the outrageously sex-ridden depravity in the story, but not for your weakness in not leaving well enough alone or your morals in reading past where angels fear to tread. However, I am not going to track you down like a Canadian Mountie (do they still do that?), you'll just go blind like the rest of us who read/write this stuff. With the improbable exception of myself, all the events and/or characters in my stories are absolutely fictitious and any resemblance to anyone or event is unintended and/or entirely coincidental. Oh, yeah, I'm an Australian so I use Australian English, Aussie expressions, colloquialisms and the like. So if you don't like spellings with 'u' as in colour, tuff luck, but if you get stuck understanding a word or phrase, write and I'll explain, okay! ******************************************************************* Do yourselves a big favour and read all the earlier chapters in numerical order before reading this, it will make more sense. Although I do try to let each chapter stand on its own, I can only do this up to a point. Whatever, enjoy it! If you've read the earlier parts and just need a reminder of what has happened previously the following may help: Alessia, the main character, has joined a club for lesbians, where its members are encouraged to fulfil their sexual fantasies. In the first three chapters, Angelina, the club president, on a train seduces a willing Alessia in a rather humorous piece and introduces her to Ingrid at the club 'head-quarters', a coffee shop. At their first meeting the somewhat mysterious Ingrid and Angelina surprise Alessia in the shop in a hot scene. Then Alessia and Angelina plan Alessia's first fantasy 'mission': a flash in a library, which she has now completed. Alessia's report of her 'mission' is spread over chapters two and three. These two chapters describe Alessia's sexual antics during her first mission. Other characters have been Abby and Jessica who appear in chapter two and assist Alessia in a steamy sequence. In Chapter 4 Alessia and Angelina go shopping buying sexy clothing, catching the shop assistant unawares and Alessia orgasms for the first time that day (Ch. 4). They then go to buy toys, where the shop assistant is also pleasantly surprised and Alessia and Angelina have some erotic fun (Ch. 5). Then the two go to Angelina's apartment for dinner (Ch. 6). Ingrid who, during the meal, saves Angelina from being raped by Alessia, cooks the dinner and the story continues from here, more or less. Angelina does get to orgasm with some help from Alessia, notwithstanding Ingrid's efforts. In Chapter 7 Alessia is taken to new heights in exhibitionism and loves it but she now faces something mysterious from Angelina. < ---'----------<=>-------,'--<@ Fantasy Fulfilment chapter 8 Sub Title: SATURDAY NIGHT - The Punishment {FF, Fdom, exhib, humil, spank} "I want you and Ingrid to be good friends. You two are about the same age and are both intelligent. Furthermore, you are both lesbian and who knows you may even become much more than good friends." "But what about us?" I cut in. "Yes, a good question and you deserve a straight answer. I do love you but I am much older than you think and for selfish reasons, I think, I have not corrected some assumptions you may have made. And maybe you have deliberately blinded yourself so you could not see some things you didn't want to know. However, I do take the blame and hope you can forgive me. " "Oh god, Angelina what are you trying to say?" "Ingrid is my daughter and I am probably much the same age as your mother. So I love you, but more like a daughter, not as a long-term partner. Oh Alessia, I'm sorry, you are so sweet and beautiful and making love with you has been absolutely the best - you make me feel so young and vibrant again, I couldn't resist. Oh, can you forgive me?" I sat there stunned; she had totally floored me but I still loved her. I even felt flattered by what had she said: 'absolutely the best', but she hadn't said 'It's over' or 'never again' or anything other than, maybe, she wanted me to hook up with Ingrid rather than her. I liked Ingrid, she was really very nice. I could be and was very friendly with Ingrid. She wasn't Angelina, but we could be friends - why not? It was implied, but it's not like she's ordering me to have sex with Ingrid, or not stopping loving her. I realised I was staring at her blankly and she had a worried look on her face. I said, "I knew there as something special between you two. I don't know what I thought but it wasn't that, and I'll love you anyway, although I can see a cloud hanging over us. You aren't Ingrid's real mum are you?" "No, she is adopted - but keep that to yourself, we never make a distinction, I am her mum." So clutching at straws, I said as kindly as I could, "Yes, I shouldn't forgive you, but I do." "Alessia, you are a darling, I thought you would just scream at me and leave." "I still love you Angelina, but I will spend time with Ingrid as I know we can be friends - if she still wants to after the dinner episode." "I will talk with her, she is a good listener and understands my needs better than I do sometimes." "Okay so what's the bad news?" I said laughing a bit weakly. "You won't like it after what I've just told you." "C'mon Angelina stop stalling, of course I won't." "I'm serious." "Angelina, c'mon, please." "Alright," she sighed and continued, "Alessia I have decided on your punishment for attempting to rape me. I will do it now before Ingrid returns and because she is probably still angry with you, you know that I will talk to her and she might forgive you. It will be humiliating and painful. I will leave you after I finish with a post-hypnotic suggestion that I will not tell you about. You now have two choices: first, get dressed and leave the club and me, or take what I give you and hope the other members accept my punishment as sufficient. I will give you a few minutes to think about it." So saying, she got to her feet a little unsteadily and looked down on me a little sadly, I thought. I went to stand up, but she stopped me short, stating a little sharply, "Stay down on the floor; you may sit on your feet if you wish." Angelina was serious and getting more so. "I will quickly freshen up and be back for your answer. Your answer will be simply be 'I will go' or, 'I will submit to you and stay'. Then either you get dressed and leave, or stay and accept whatever I have decided. No questions, okay?" "Yes." Somewhat bewildered I sat on my feet and watched her go into the bathroom and close the door. To leave was unthinkable, but equally, what on earth was in store for me. Pain? I could handle some pain, but just how much could or would she inflict? A lot, I thought, cringing inside, and also I would have been given a post-hypnotic suggestion. What would that be? My mind raced through possibilities. The thought of leaving really did not come into question. I wondered about pain - my boobs were already as sore as anything. Sitting naked in front of the window I was becoming aroused again. But I was thinking about being punished, about humiliation and pain, more than being exposed. What was I becoming? All this wonderful sex was glorious, exciting and way beyond anything I had expected, but was it changing me? Was I worried about the changes in me? No! Was I doing things I hated? No! I loved it all. Am I worried now? Yes, well, nervous as hell, anyway - the fear of the unknown. Will Angelina really hurt me? I think so, but not physical damage surely? The bathroom door opened, Angelina was still naked, but god, she looked good but stern and really serious. She looked down at me saying, "Well, what's your answer?" My stomach churned, my skin crawled in apprehension, it crawled in anticipation, my throat had gone dry, and I gulped and said as bravely as I could in a soft, quavering voice, "I will submit to you and stay." "Alright, I expected you would say that. I'm not sure that pain's appropriate, but it's traditional and it's humiliating. I think for those two reasons the members will accept it, but only if it's sufficiently severe - the deterrent will be in the hypnotic suggestion. Do you understand me Alessia?" "Yes." Angelina moved closer to me saying, "Do not look at me. Keep your eyes lowered. If you must, you may cry out or just plain cry, but you will do exactly as I say no matter what until I say I'm finished." Her voice was soft but cool. Her feet were now a little in front of me. Although I was still highly aroused, she had me frightened; a shiver went through me. "Bend down and place your forehead on the floor at my feet." Now trembling, I did her bidding. "This will hurt, you understand, but I doubt you have ever experienced corporal punishment before, certainly not like this or if you have, not for a long time so ready yourself as best you can. Now push your head down and straighten your legs. I want your buttocks high up, as far up as you can push. Stand on your toes." Slowly and gingerly I pushed my legs straight; I had to sort of stand on my head, then I stood on my toes. My butt cheeks were pointing almost straight up while my boobs hung down so I couldn't see up very well anyway, but I looked into the window and could see our reflection. She said, "Walk your feet to me steadying yourself with your hands." I walked on my toes a bit closer to her. I must have been visibly shaking in fear and arousal. None of this had hurt, but I was acutely aware of being exposed and it was very humiliating. "I see you still have my present deep inside you. I will leave it there. Now Alessia, I will move my fingertips over your skin and wherever my fingertips touch you your flesh will start to sting and the longer I touch you the more it will sting. Even after I stop touching it will sting harder and stronger until I say it will stop." I could see her bend down and with one finger she gently ran it over the tender underside of my left boob up to the tip of my nipple, then the same on my right boob. I felt the tingle of her touch that I love so much, but when she stood and held me with her knees I felt a strange, prickly warmth building over the parts of me she had touched. I felt very aroused by that feeling. Angelina looked at my butt saying, "It's arousing you. I see a little dampness appearing here and here." She brushed her fingertips over the lower half of my vulva, touching my labia from about halfway down, nearly to my anus. Of course, the vibrator stuck out almost in the middle of that area. I gasped, the tingling sensation started almost instantaneously. I then felt her fingertips pressing firmly in the centre of each buttock, circling outwards. This was a very different sensation, a hot, prickly, stinging feeling over an increasingly large area. She had covered the entire area upon which I normally sit. In the reflection in the window, I watched her survey the area she had covered. She seemed satisfied, but my eyes were getting a little tearful, as although it did not yet hurt a lot, it was slowly getting worse. After a short while she covered all the same areas again. She ran all four fingers over the soft undersides of my breasts and smoothed around my areolae, softly and quickly. The stinging increased significantly and it was now painful. I did not cry out but the tears would not stop and ran down my forehead. The pain felt real, although I had figured it to be her mind controlling mine. Knowing that did not help. It was becoming a burning sting. 'Shit, my boobs are burning off. Oh, god, I'm finding out what hell is like, my pussy lips feel like I've been sitting on a fire, and my butt gravel rashed,' I thought. Angelina had let that sink in. Then again, but sparing my boobs she ran her fingertips over my butt again. I started to feel as if I was being whipped; the sting was now very acute, coming in short sharp stabbing jolts. This was serious pain and I sobbed quietly, desperately trying not to cry out mercy. I don't know if I moved. My boobs throbbed and stung like I had scratched them falling naked down a brick wall. My pussy lips puffed up and burned worse than being flicked by a wet towel. My butt! Oh, shit, I'd been slapped by my mum a few times when I was a kid, but this was unbelievable. My sobs were clearly audible now and I had started sniffing. Being upside down made it harder and worse. Sting was a strange description for the pain I was now experiencing. I felt like I was being whipped very quickly by a bunch of small flexible wires or the like. Through my tears I became aware of still being sexually aroused. So far, I had not cried out, though as the shit-awful pain increased, I was having more trouble suppressing myself. Angelina had stopped touching me with her fingers, but the pain slowly increased just as she said it would. Then she started with her fingers again. 'Oh no, not more, oh fuck no, please no!' my mind screamed at her. She soon stopped running her fingers around my body. I started to feel the whipping sensation slow so that I could count to five between each whack, but it had become more intense and I couldn't believe that I felt more and more aroused as the seconds passed. I was now yelping at each slap, but I also was actually starting to enjoy it and I became aware that if it lasted just a little longer I would orgasm yet again. The signs were all there, throbbing breasts, dribbling pussy juice, hot flushes rushing through me, albeit, in time with the whipping. Most amazing to me though, was at each yelp of pain I was getting higher and higher erotically. I was damn well sexually enjoying a thrashing. Angelina, I think, sensed this and said to me, "I'm going to take out the vibrator." Suddenly I felt a huge hole, a strange emptiness deep within me as it was removed. She said again, "Get on your hands and knees," I lowered myself, jerking at each blow, and wailing at each one too. Then Angelina belted me twice on each butt cheek with her hand. That was too much for me and I orgasmed fearlessly. Oh, my god, that was so good. Angelina was as dumbfounded as me and had held me tightly throughout each fantastic orgasmic spasm. I had fallen flat on my face on the carpet only to spring up quickly, off my boobs. The carpet felt like a bristly doormat on my sore boobs. I ended up on my side gasping, with Angelina by me saying something that I didn't understand. There was a knock on the bedroom door, "May I come in?" Ingrid called out. Angelina quickly glanced at me and called back, "I'm coming." She grabbed a nightgown and wrapped it around herself as she let Ingrid in. Ingrid audibly gasped as she saw me from behind. "What have you done to her?" she queried. "I punished her for trying to rape me." "Shit, look at her bum, its as red as a Coke can and she let you do that to her?" "Well, I told her it would be very painful and I gave her the choice to leave. I couldn't let her get away with rape could I?" "She didn't rape you, you loved all that. I saw your face when I pulled her off you. Sure, you had to do something, but this is too much. Mum, really, how could you?" "Hey, Alessia are you okay?" Ingrid asked, kneeling down by me. "Yeah, I'm okay, but my butt is bloody sore." I grinned at my little pun. She smiled back, took a tissue from her bag and wiped my tears away. "Was she very cruel?" "No it wasn't too bad," I said. My orgasm had been outrageously intense and I was still coming down from it. My come must have run out down the front out of sight if she couldn't see it. How come she didn't smell me, I don't know. Looking all guilty, Angelina suggested to Ingrid, "Why don't you two go clubbing or something nice like that. It's only just past nine o'clock. I could fix up Alessia in a half an hour or so, what do you say?" "Yeah, cool, your shout, okay?" "Hey, do I get a say in this?" I said laughingly. "Oh shit, sorry honey, do you wanna go with me?" "Yeah, sounds super cool." "Okay, you get her ready Mum, and I'll change into somethin' sexy." When Ingrid had gone, I said, "Angelina please stop the stinging?" "It'll sting for awhile Sweetie; sorry I got carried away and hit you with my hand, it's that that is hurting. I've taken the other sting away." "Hell, what happened to me?" "I'm not sure, but we'll talk about that later. What are you going to wear? Go shower and I'll see what you've got." "Maybe something from our shopping trip?" "Okay, maybe, I'll look." To be continued. Alessia Gerini Copyright 2001 Comments please, to Alessia@37.com I thrive on them! <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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