Message-ID: <32849asstr$1002384603@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20011006102258.14245.qmail@web20003.mail.yahoo.com> From: Don Winslow X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: Sat, 6 Oct 2001 03:22:58 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} "My Teacher, My Pet: The Sequel" (Part 3) (D/s, m/F, hmil, spnkng) [3/3] Date: Sat, 6 Oct 2001 12:10:03 -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: RuiJorge, newsman __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? NEW from Yahoo! GeoCities - quick and easy web site hosting, just $8.95/month. http://geocities.yahoo.com/ps/info1 <1st attachment, "MTMP2.3.txt" begin> My Teacher, My Pet -- The Sequel (D/s, m/F, humil., spnkng.) By Don Winslow Part 3 "Well, I guess it's time to see if this thing works, huh, Mark?" he asked, tapping the wicked paddle on his palm. "Sure.I mean if you want to try it out, go ahead," the other guy answered, feeling instantly foolish. But Keith wasn't paying any attention to the response from the addled onlooker. He was speaking as if to himself. "She's been a naughty girl, you know, and she knows she deserves it. Deserves a good, solid spanking, don't you, naughty girl?" "Yes, Sir." Then, after a tense pause. "Please spank my ass," the mortified woman whispered, lapsing into the familiar ritual words they used whenever she was placed in such a compromising position. The woman shuddered in surrender. The hand that had been lazily caressing her skirted bottom was gone now, and Melissa instantly tightened up in anticipation. Keith let her wait, leisurely stripping strip off his tee shirt. Keith made it a point to spank his playmate while bare-chested. Now he set his stance, and gave Melissa's lovely butt a gentle tap with the paddle, just to get the range. He smiled to see her butt tighten, her hips jerk forward reflexively, before she squirmed and settled back into place. Slowly, he drew his hand back in a shallow arc, and brought it slamming up to smack the presented curves of Ms Melissa Parker's nicely vulnerable rearcheeks. "WHAP!" The hard smack rang out like a shot in the cavernous, and nearly empty, storeroom sending a yelping Melissa jacking up onto her toes. "Yeh, not bad," Keith observed. He hauled back, swung again, this time sending the smooth flat blade forward with an extra snap of the wrist. "WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!" Each smack was delivered with a short, choppy stroke, alternately slapping the left and then the right wobbling cheek till he had the yelping girl dancing in place as her juddering rearmounds absorbed the repeated whacks of the punishing paddle. "Well, whadya think, man?" "Cool!" This really great!" the kid babbled. Watching the older woman being spanked had turned him on; he was incredibly hard. "Bet you'd like to give it a shot, huh?" "Oh, wow, man! Do you mean it?" "Well, maybe we an work something out How much for the paddle and all the other stuff she bought?" "I dunno, maybe $50.00." "Fifty bucks. Let's see ..suppose we said each shot at the naughty girl's butt would cost you $10 a whack? Is it worth it?" The porn clerk was elated, all too happy to agree to the whatever terms were proposed for a chance like this! Old man Sutter could take it out of his pay. Gladly! Anytime! Twice as much, if he wanted to! This was all so incredible, to be given a chance to actually spank this gorgeous blonde, and knowing she not only wouldn't object.but actually seemed to want it! The gorgeous blonde in question stood with head sunk low between her shoulders, breathing heavily, taking in the terms of the wicked bargain being worked out between the males. She tried to steel herself for what she knew was to come, and as she straightened she felt the throbbing hurt in her bottom and something else, a tingle of excitement in her groin. She squeezed her thighs together, and then grabbed hold of the bar to which she was attached, and took a deep breath. Mark now took up a position behind her, and Keith with a ceremonial flourish, handed over the paddle, and stepped back. Mark licked his lips. He was sweating; practically trembling as he eyed up the plump skirted bottom of the beautiful woman who stood stretched out and bound before him. "Wait!" Keith interrupted, "remember now, only five," he warned. "Maybe we better make her count them out, just to be sure." Mark nodded and renewed his grip on the short handle he held in his sweaty palm. He brought his hand back and delivered a light, but stinging tap to the nicely presented derriere. Whap!."One!" "Sir!" her lover reminded her sharply. "One, Sir," the submissive woman dutifully repeated, in a low, barely audible voice. The young man with the paddle was grinning from ear to ear. He ignored his throbbing prick that pressed hard in aching readiness, to concentrate on tightening his grip, and getting just the right swing so as to connect squarely with his most tempting target. He was thrilled, though his mentor looked upon his efforts with a scowl of disappointment. He was so wrapped up in the task at hand that he never saw his companion's look of disapproval. Two short, precise taps followed, sending the taut rearmounds jiggling, but having no noticeable effect on the woman whose bottom absorbed the mild punishment as she gave out with the mandated: "Two, Sir. Three, Sir." Her voice was calm and controlled, and that infuriated her young lover who stood helplessly by while this guy bungled the job. "Go on man! Give her something to remember you by!" he practically yelled in exasperation. The sweating kid gulped down his rising excitement. He meant to give more strength to his swing, but at the last minute he wavered and ending up with a half-hearted slap that glanced off Melissa'a left cheek. "Four, Sir," came the dutiful report. "Oh, man you gotta put something into it! You know what I mean? Whomp her ass! Do it!!" Mark, realizing it would be his last chance, re-gripped the wooden handle and this time hauled back, took a deep breath, and swung with grim determination. WHAP! "YEEE.ouch!" the girl shrieked, shooting up onto her toes. Mark turned to Keith and gleefully slapped the "high fives" extended to him. Keith knew that for Melissa, having her ass warmed like this was just the exciting preliminary. He knew his mistress very well indeed; knew how aroused she had become; knew she would be dripping wet even now; knew that even the thought of being spanked would turn her on, leaving her incredibly randy and weak in the knees. With just the promise of peppering her butt, Keith could easily have her begging for it. Now he needed to complete the job, to remind her who was in charge and show this porn guy a thing or two. "Not bad, man," he said to nervously grinning porn clerk. "Now let the master show you how it's done." He took up the paddle. Keith was thoroughly enjoying himself, pleased to flaunt his mastery over the older woman, showing off in front of the guy whose growing admiration he sensed. He would demonstrate how to show a woman who's boss, but first he had a few adjustments to make. Stepping up behind the waiting blonde, he whispered to her, coaxing her to grab the bar high overhead and climb the bottom two rungs of the ladder. Now, with her heels hooked over a lower rung, Melissa hung down by her outstretched arms, her pert bottom dangling down with a soft sway. She turned to look over her shoulder at her masterful, bare-chested lover. Stepping up to the hanging woman, he drew the paddle low and away to send it arcing up in a swift uppercut. It was a sharp, crisp slap, punctuated with a final snap of the wrist that sent the blade forward to make solid contact with Melissa's suspended rearend, smacking that well-placed rump with a most satisfying SPLAT! At the resounding crack placed squarely across her bottom, Melissa wiggled her way up the alder bouding up, propelled by the impact. He gave her a moment till she settled back down. Then he made her extend her legs so that her pert ass stuck straight out behind her, jutting in provocative insolence. Without further ado, he hauled back and struck, sending the wicked paddle home smartly, flattening those soft mounds with a resounding whack, and eliciting a sharp, high-pitched squeal. But he ignored her cries,. peppering Melissa's twisting bottom mercilessly. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! Each slap brought a tiny "Yee...ouch" as the tormented blonde bobbed up and down on the ladder. He was fully into it now, spanking the gyrating woman with determination, causing her to frantically wiggle her stinging ass, each time she re-bounded along the ladder. The sight of the hot, gyrating blond squirming in her desperation, sent Keith's excitement soaring over the top, even as the hard spanking fired the woman's passions to new and unbelievable heights. The punishing slaps slammed down again and again, the muted crack of the wooden blade, meeting the wobbly mounds of flesh through the sheer dress in measured, unrelenting cadence. He stopped after a final rapid flurry that left Melissa breathless and gulping for air, as she stumbled off the ladder, but still hung on to the overhead bar. Then they heard it, the long wavering moan coming from deep in the throat of the hanging woman. Keith smiled to himself. He knew that passionate sound, recognized that low, lusty moan of his highly-sensual woman. She would be frantic to get them back to the motel, would be tearing at this clothes even before they got through the door of their room. The End Copyright 2001, Don Winslow Comments: dwin2001@yahoo.com More of Don Winslow's erotic stories may be found at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Don_Winslow <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice----- Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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