Brass Eye
31-10-2002, 03:11
Hi, folks,
I'm new, here, and as a 'letter of introduction' (;)), here's a spanking story I wrote last year. Hope you enjoy it!
Sarah's Dresser
Beth slowly climbed the stairs to Sarah's room. She knocked on the door, and entered when Sarah answered. Sarah was sitting on her bed, and she briefly looked up, smiling weakly as Beth came in.
"You asked me to come up to see you." Beth said. See spoke curtly as she closed the door behind her.
"You're still cross with me for being late for dinner, Beth, and I'm really sorry."
"You've already apologised for that, Sarah." Said Beth, although a note in her voice betrayed the fact she hadn't yet forgiven the young woman. Sarah sat with her hands meekly tucked under her legs, and hid her face behind her long, dark hair. She opened her mouth as if to speak again, hesitated, then blurted out, "I…I think I've found a way to make it up to you."
She timidly stood up from the bed, and moved to the room's the only small window. After pulling the curtains shut, she turned and walked over to the bedroom dresser. Her eyes met her own reflection in the dresser mirror.
Beth had been attracted to Sarah ever since she had become a lodger in her home - sexually attracted, and quite strongly. But Beth had never taken another woman as a lover before. She had never even taken an interest in other girls before Sarah for that matter. Up to now, she lived in the disappointing belief that her lodger preferred boys, and that showing her affection would only drive the girl away. So when the young woman’s hands began working at the buttons of her skirt, she felt a fluttering burst of hope in her breast, and raised a hand to her slightly parted lips.
Beth watched with longing, and a thrill of arousal coursed through her groin as Sarah's skirt slid down her slender legs and fell in a crumpled heap around her feet. Her wide eyed, appreciative gaze greedily travelled back up Sarah's beautifully toned legs. But for a pair of skimpy white panties, which had fetchingly ridden part-way up the crevice of her behind, the young woman was nude from the hem of her blouse to the tips of her toes.
In an instant it became obvious to Beth that Sarah had understood her landlady’s frustrated desire and was taking this opportunity, here and now, to respond to her, perhaps even as a way of apology. Beth's mouth ran dry and her breath stuck in her throat as Sarah pushed her thumbs under the waistband of her underpants, and slipped them down. The elastic stretched and hugged the full, womanly contours of her hips and buttocks, and she bent, the soft silk caressing her smooth thighs as she lowered the panties to her knees with sensual, calm detachment. As Sarah stood upright again, Beth took her cue to approach her. Standing close, she gently ran one hand over the wonderfully soft and warm skin of the girl’s bottom, whilst she slowly guided the other between the young woman’s thighs and then upwards, until her attentively questing fingers found the musky, alive heat of the secret flesh there, at the tops of her legs.
Sarah gasped, a frown broke her distant expression, and she turned to weakly push Beth away. Seeing the disappointment and confusion in her eyes, Sarah said, "No, Beth, that's not what I meant."
Beth spoke with annoyance and frustration, "What have I come up here for, then?"
Sarah looked away guiltily, and her face flushed with embarrassment. Wordlessly, she opened one of the dresser drawers, and reached inside. She took out something that looked to Beth like a black, leather-bound stick that was roughly a foot long in length. Sarah shot Beth a sidelong glimpse, and handed her the stick. As Beth took one end, a single inch-wide leather strap that almost reached to the floor, fell away, suspended from the other.
"This is a whip." Beth breathed remotely.
"I've been a naughty girl, Beth," Once again, Sarah stared at herself in the dresser mirror. "I've been naughty, and I need to be whipped."
Beth glanced from the whip to Sarah's bare bottom, and back again. She raised her eyebrows incredulously. “And you want me to do it?”
Sarah turned from the mirror to face Beth, her panties dropping unnoticed from around her knees to her feet.
“Yes...please.” She said simply.
Now, at first Beth didn’t know what to think: after all, when was the last time a fully grown woman took her clothes off in front of her and asked to be beaten with a whip? The peculiar, and somewhat surreal nature of the situation aside, however, Beth was still angry at Sarah for rejecting her physical affection so rudely. Come to think of it, she was still annoyed that the young woman had been late for her dinner, too. Had she not told Sarah mealtimes were one of the few things she expected tenants to bear in mind? This pretty young thing with her long legs and her pale, alabaster, saucily pert little backside, certainly was the naughty girl she claimed to be. Perhaps having a few manners whipped into her was just what she needed.
Beth had to admit the whip itself felt somehow right in her hand. It was well made, and in sound condition, and looked as if it had been designed to inflict a good deal of pain upon it’s victim without causing too much lasting harm. Good. If Sarah wanted a whipping, then she could have one to remember, and the young woman’s backside would merely sport a few embarrassing bruises to show for it. Even so, the lash would doubtless sting terribly; especially on exposed skin, and Beth had to question Sarah’s judgement in asking for it.
Beth brushed a fine strand of hair from Sarah's face, and smiled gently at her.
"Are you sure you want to go through with this?", she asked softly.
Sarah gazed back at her landlady with the frightened eyes of a deer, and bit her lip nervously. She swallowed, and nodded her head in reply.
Beth took a deep breath and glanced around the room. “What happens now; do you want to be tied up first?”
Sarah lowered her eyes and muttered, “No...I...you just whack me on...on the bum.” She pointed an uncertain finger at the whip.
“Have you any idea how much this is going to sting without your skirt or knickers to protect you?” Beth held the whip out for Sarah to inspect.
“I think that’s supposed to be the idea,” the young woman smiled uneasily.
Beth huffed indifferently. "Okay...In that case, let’s do this properly. I think we’ll start with you putting yourself over the dresser.
“Turn around." Beth said, speaking in an unfamiliar, stern voice. Sarah did as she was told, and waited anxiously.
“You should know that I’m not going to stop whipping you until I think you’ve had enough, understand?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
Shivers of anticipation stirred Beth as she pictured herself covering Sarah’s bottom with stinging lashes. She recalled being surprised upon discovering that certain people were turned on by fantasies involving pain and whips, but with a whip in her hand and the body of her beautiful young tenant to use it upon, she understood the attraction, and she could not remember the last time her body tingled with such passion.
A wooden chair stood in the corner of the room, and Beth experimented with the whip by repeatedly striking the chair’s seat. With each snap and crack, Sarah felt the muscles in her buttocks spasm reflexively and she set her jaw; but the pain for now did not come.
When she felt she had the feel and weight of the lash, Beth pulled the whip taught between both hands.
"Bend over, Sarah."
I'm new, here, and as a 'letter of introduction' (;)), here's a spanking story I wrote last year. Hope you enjoy it!
Sarah's Dresser
Beth slowly climbed the stairs to Sarah's room. She knocked on the door, and entered when Sarah answered. Sarah was sitting on her bed, and she briefly looked up, smiling weakly as Beth came in.
"You asked me to come up to see you." Beth said. See spoke curtly as she closed the door behind her.
"You're still cross with me for being late for dinner, Beth, and I'm really sorry."
"You've already apologised for that, Sarah." Said Beth, although a note in her voice betrayed the fact she hadn't yet forgiven the young woman. Sarah sat with her hands meekly tucked under her legs, and hid her face behind her long, dark hair. She opened her mouth as if to speak again, hesitated, then blurted out, "I…I think I've found a way to make it up to you."
She timidly stood up from the bed, and moved to the room's the only small window. After pulling the curtains shut, she turned and walked over to the bedroom dresser. Her eyes met her own reflection in the dresser mirror.
Beth had been attracted to Sarah ever since she had become a lodger in her home - sexually attracted, and quite strongly. But Beth had never taken another woman as a lover before. She had never even taken an interest in other girls before Sarah for that matter. Up to now, she lived in the disappointing belief that her lodger preferred boys, and that showing her affection would only drive the girl away. So when the young woman’s hands began working at the buttons of her skirt, she felt a fluttering burst of hope in her breast, and raised a hand to her slightly parted lips.
Beth watched with longing, and a thrill of arousal coursed through her groin as Sarah's skirt slid down her slender legs and fell in a crumpled heap around her feet. Her wide eyed, appreciative gaze greedily travelled back up Sarah's beautifully toned legs. But for a pair of skimpy white panties, which had fetchingly ridden part-way up the crevice of her behind, the young woman was nude from the hem of her blouse to the tips of her toes.
In an instant it became obvious to Beth that Sarah had understood her landlady’s frustrated desire and was taking this opportunity, here and now, to respond to her, perhaps even as a way of apology. Beth's mouth ran dry and her breath stuck in her throat as Sarah pushed her thumbs under the waistband of her underpants, and slipped them down. The elastic stretched and hugged the full, womanly contours of her hips and buttocks, and she bent, the soft silk caressing her smooth thighs as she lowered the panties to her knees with sensual, calm detachment. As Sarah stood upright again, Beth took her cue to approach her. Standing close, she gently ran one hand over the wonderfully soft and warm skin of the girl’s bottom, whilst she slowly guided the other between the young woman’s thighs and then upwards, until her attentively questing fingers found the musky, alive heat of the secret flesh there, at the tops of her legs.
Sarah gasped, a frown broke her distant expression, and she turned to weakly push Beth away. Seeing the disappointment and confusion in her eyes, Sarah said, "No, Beth, that's not what I meant."
Beth spoke with annoyance and frustration, "What have I come up here for, then?"
Sarah looked away guiltily, and her face flushed with embarrassment. Wordlessly, she opened one of the dresser drawers, and reached inside. She took out something that looked to Beth like a black, leather-bound stick that was roughly a foot long in length. Sarah shot Beth a sidelong glimpse, and handed her the stick. As Beth took one end, a single inch-wide leather strap that almost reached to the floor, fell away, suspended from the other.
"This is a whip." Beth breathed remotely.
"I've been a naughty girl, Beth," Once again, Sarah stared at herself in the dresser mirror. "I've been naughty, and I need to be whipped."
Beth glanced from the whip to Sarah's bare bottom, and back again. She raised her eyebrows incredulously. “And you want me to do it?”
Sarah turned from the mirror to face Beth, her panties dropping unnoticed from around her knees to her feet.
“Yes...please.” She said simply.
Now, at first Beth didn’t know what to think: after all, when was the last time a fully grown woman took her clothes off in front of her and asked to be beaten with a whip? The peculiar, and somewhat surreal nature of the situation aside, however, Beth was still angry at Sarah for rejecting her physical affection so rudely. Come to think of it, she was still annoyed that the young woman had been late for her dinner, too. Had she not told Sarah mealtimes were one of the few things she expected tenants to bear in mind? This pretty young thing with her long legs and her pale, alabaster, saucily pert little backside, certainly was the naughty girl she claimed to be. Perhaps having a few manners whipped into her was just what she needed.
Beth had to admit the whip itself felt somehow right in her hand. It was well made, and in sound condition, and looked as if it had been designed to inflict a good deal of pain upon it’s victim without causing too much lasting harm. Good. If Sarah wanted a whipping, then she could have one to remember, and the young woman’s backside would merely sport a few embarrassing bruises to show for it. Even so, the lash would doubtless sting terribly; especially on exposed skin, and Beth had to question Sarah’s judgement in asking for it.
Beth brushed a fine strand of hair from Sarah's face, and smiled gently at her.
"Are you sure you want to go through with this?", she asked softly.
Sarah gazed back at her landlady with the frightened eyes of a deer, and bit her lip nervously. She swallowed, and nodded her head in reply.
Beth took a deep breath and glanced around the room. “What happens now; do you want to be tied up first?”
Sarah lowered her eyes and muttered, “No...I...you just whack me on...on the bum.” She pointed an uncertain finger at the whip.
“Have you any idea how much this is going to sting without your skirt or knickers to protect you?” Beth held the whip out for Sarah to inspect.
“I think that’s supposed to be the idea,” the young woman smiled uneasily.
Beth huffed indifferently. "Okay...In that case, let’s do this properly. I think we’ll start with you putting yourself over the dresser.
“Turn around." Beth said, speaking in an unfamiliar, stern voice. Sarah did as she was told, and waited anxiously.
“You should know that I’m not going to stop whipping you until I think you’ve had enough, understand?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
Shivers of anticipation stirred Beth as she pictured herself covering Sarah’s bottom with stinging lashes. She recalled being surprised upon discovering that certain people were turned on by fantasies involving pain and whips, but with a whip in her hand and the body of her beautiful young tenant to use it upon, she understood the attraction, and she could not remember the last time her body tingled with such passion.
A wooden chair stood in the corner of the room, and Beth experimented with the whip by repeatedly striking the chair’s seat. With each snap and crack, Sarah felt the muscles in her buttocks spasm reflexively and she set her jaw; but the pain for now did not come.
When she felt she had the feel and weight of the lash, Beth pulled the whip taught between both hands.
"Bend over, Sarah."