“I think that’s enough for now,” he told her gently, finally pulling her up. She looked dazed and seemed to shudder when she looked at him. Then she smiled and put her arms around his neck.
“That’s enough spanking for now,” she corrected him, offering him her lips.
The next week was dreadfully confusing for Jessie. Friday night held her date with Lionel Albrecht in Boston and she couldn’t help feeling guilty about not breaking it off in view of what had happened between her and Peter. But at the same time she had begun to wonder whether she could get Lionel to give her a spanking too. He seemed so naturally severe that the possibility did not seem nearly as remote as it had with pleasant, kindly Peter. But how to plant the suggestion in his head?
Jessie’s parents lived in a large duplex apartment in Back Bay and it was to this residence she returned on nights when she attended the theatre in Boston. On this particular weekend, Jessie’s parents were out of town, a fact that was not lost on Lionel as he asked to be invited in for a nightcap.
With a rapid pulse, Jessie offered him a brandy and sat down beside him on the loveseat facing the fire, which he had just lit. Possessing none of Peter’s style or circumspection, within three minutes he was groping Jessie’s firm, high bosom and running a hand up her leg.
“No!” Jessie said, pushing his hands away and moving away from him on the couch as much as possible.
“No?” he looked abashed. Lionel wasn’t used to spending fifty dollars on a date and not getting something.
“Did you think I was that easy?” she pretended to be highly ruffled.
“I thought all Sarah Lawrence girls were broad-minded.”
“Possibly, but not undiscriminating,” she replied coolly.
“Hey, what’s the matter with me?”
“First of all, you’re rude. If attacking a girl is your idea of sophisticated seduction, you’re sure to be rebuffed by any woman worth seducing,” Jessie informed him.
“Humph,” Lionel grunted, “you seem to know a lot about it. I assume you have been successfully seduced in the past?”
“You shouldn’t assume any such thing, Mr. Albrecht!”
“No?” Lionel smiled at the idea of this quietly sophisticated young woman being a virgin.
“You might ask me what I consider to be permissible liberties,” she temptingly suggested, emboldened by the several glasses of wine she’d consumed at the cafe after the theatre.
“Permissible liberties? Yes, do tell.”
“Well, I will permit myself to be kissed, bitten lightly on the shoulders and– spanked.”
“I’m sorry, did you say spanked?”
“Even a virgin can enjoy these innocent sensations, Mr. Albrecht.”
“Call me Lionel,” he said, removing his jacket and tie and taking her in his arms to kiss her. Jessie was amazed that he hadn’t balked at her strange request and wondered as he kissed her and nibbled her ear lobes, whether he would remember to spank her as well.
Hot thrills exploded inside her as he lightly bit her shoulders, which were exposed by her sweetheart-cut cream velvet gown. Lionel, who was far from a brilliant conversationalist, did know how to handle women and soon had Jessie squirming.
In another instant he had pulled her across his lap and pushed her gown up to her waist. Jessie was astonished at the speed with which he had exposed her cream and pink ruffled panties, worn over a cream garter belt, which held up her sheer, nude tinted, seamed hose.
“So you’re too discriminating to let me make love to you, are you?” Lionel brought his hand down hard on the exact center of her bottom. “And you say I’m rude!” Smack! His hand came down again, first on the right side, then on the left, then in the middle again.
“Remember, Jessie, you suggested this,” he told her, hooking his fingers under her waist band and tugging her fancy briefs down to reveal her perfect, blushing bottom. “Now, spread your thighs,” he ordered, pulling off her panties entirely, “you’re getting a real spanking.” And so saying he began to spank her very soundly, not neglecting to smack her tender thighs or hold her cheeks apart and spank her in between them as well, which drove her slightly mad with pleasure.
In a couple of minutes, Jessie became so wet with her own girlish essence that she began to smell deliriously provocative to Lionel. Spreading her labia gently with one hand he administered several light pats to her sex and brought his hand away wet.
“Explain yourself, young lady,” he demanded, sticking his hand under her nose. “Or I’ll have to punish you more severely,” Lionel threatened, jumping into his new role as bedroom disciplinarian with shrewd alacrity. Lionel was not an epicure like Peter, but neither was he entirely crude and he could not fail to link Jessie’s tangible excitement to the attentions he was paying her beautiful bottom. He had never been able to get a girl so wet so fast before. Not to mention the fact that the act of spanking her was more than enjoyable. He loved asserting himself over women.
“I’ll teach you to flick me with your ponytail,” he remembered with some satisfaction, as he brought his hand down vigorously on her already deeply reddened bottom. Meanwhile she was panting and squirming across his knee with every evidence of extreme pleasure. “Lie still,” he ordered at length, “I need to examine you.” Then she felt him pulling her open and inserting first one, then two fingers into her tingling sex. For a long time he held her down across his lap and alternated between masturbating and spanking her. Enraptured with this treatment, every thought of Peter fled and she gave herself up entirely to Lionel’s stern, probing hands.
Finally, he unzipped his trousers, bent Jessie over the sofa arm and using her natural slickness to lubricate her anus, began to penetrate her bottom while firmly spreading her apart. Taking women in the bottom was Lionel’s favorite way to have sex and he instinctively felt that if there was one woman who wouldn’t protest this intimate intrusion, it was Jessie. After all, she had asked for a spanking.
Jessie was shocked and afraid when she felt his intention. She balked and pulled away.
“Jessie, this doesn’t have to hurt. Just lie still and take what you’ve got coming like the bad little girl you are.”
“It will hurt!” she insisted. “I can feel how big you are!”
“I know what I’m doing. Besides, once you relax you’ll like it better than the other way.”
“But I’m afraid!” she tried to pull away again. But Lionel had lost his patience with arguing and instead placed his hand in the small of her back and administered a dozen hard smacks to her up thrust backside.
“Now, are you going to cooperate or am I going to have to take off my belt?” he threatened, causing a fresh tremor to run through her.
“I’ll cooperate,” she squeaked, squirming with a mixture of acute embarrassment and unadulterated lust as he once again separated her cheeks and fed his engorged cock into her bottom.
“Relax!” he ordered, smacking her sharply on the thighs several times. Jessie took a deep breath but could barely let it out for excitement and fear, for she really was a virgin this way. But little by little, Lionel, who was a skillful sodomizer, changed that status, giving her the full length of his cock before very much longer and allowing her to flutter to an unexpected climax during the first few minutes of deep insertion.
Having done this much, he