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   The Flip by Uther Pendragon nogardneprethu@gmail.com

   MF span

   "Ready for another game, Terry." Faith had been thinking hard.  Terry
would only spank her in role-play, and role-play wasn't her gift.  He'd
moved one of the kitchen chairs into the bedroom and a thick book, <i>The
Columbia History of the World</i>, on the seat.  The space was ready for a
spanking; he must be ready, too.

   "Well, Faith, I've been thinking.  Don't I deserve some games, too? 
Look!" He brought out a shiny nickel.

   "How did you get one that bright?"

   Terry smiled.  This game needed some symbols.

   "It's relatively new, but I polished it.  I figured we needed a symbol.
Heads I choose; tails you choose."

   "Don't we call it?"

   "Nah!  Your game involves your tail, after all.  Have a place to keep it
between games?  I don't want to shine a new coin every time." And he'd
decided that one symbol was the tail.  For that matter, the tip that would
be opening her in his games was the *head* of his organ.

   "Sure." She gave him a box her new earrings had come in.  She kept them
in her jewel case, not the store's box.

   "Great.  Let's strip and you flip it onto the bed." She stripped, waited
for him -- men took so long with their shoes, and flipped the coin.  It
came up tails.  "Tails."

   "Mr.  Brown, I'm sorry I copied from Sarah," she began.

   "Copying is a very serious offence.  Do you know what grade you're in?"
He had to have more information before he could play his role.

   "I'm in ninth.  See in your book: 'Mary Smith, ninth grade.'"

   "Don't get lippy with me, young woman!  How'd you like to be in the
ninth grade next year.  Then you wouldn't have Sarah to copy from." He was
thinking fast.  She'd end up over his lap, but she should play at being
forced to it.

   "Aren't you ending a sentence with a preposition Mr.  Brown?"

   "On the other hand, you could be in the *eighth* grade next year." Okay.
That was the way they'd play it.  She'd be a ninth-grade girl in a one-room
school.  Still, it would take a lot of suspension of disbelief to handle
Faith's lovely, full, ass and pretend that it belonged to a ninth-grader.

   "Oh, no.  Please don't, Mr.  Brown.  I'm truly sorry.  I'll do
anything." In particular, she was willing to bend over his lap and get
spanked.

   "There's nothing you can do.  If you were a boy, I'd spank you.  But
girls get held back." Let Faith's character beg for it.  Mary!  He'd have
to remember that the girl he was spanking was Mary.

   "Not another year in ninth grade.  But I know my lessons.  Couldn't you
spank me?"

   "No.  For being lippy, much less for copying, the punishment is a
spanking on the bare bottom."

   "Not My bare bottom!  I'm a modest girl."

   "Doesn't have to be." He sat down on the history book.  "You can be held
back a grade.  Choose!" She walked over to stand on his right.

   "Please sir, not bare."

   "A bare ninth-grader or a clothed eighth-grader.  It's your choice."
Looking reluctant, she mimed removing her skirt.  She stood with her thumbs
on the waistband of her imaginary panties.  "Bare means bare.  Be bare on
top, too." She mimed stripping off her blouse.  She figured a ninth-grader
back then wouldn't be wearing a bra.  "And now your panties."

   "Oh no!  Please!" But she mimed taking down her panties.  When she
stood, she covered her delta with her hands.

   "Lie down on my lap.  Then I can't see what you're trying to hide." She
lay down on his lap.  She could already feel Terry's -- or Mr.  Brown's --
erection against her side.  "Now put your hands on the back of your neck."
When she did, he brushed her hair forward and held both her hands in his
left.  He stroked over her butt with his fingers.

   "Mr.  Brown!"

   "Oh, yes." He pulled his hand back, paused while she caught her breath,
and brought it down hard.  He'd really got into that swing.

   "Owww!"

   "Oh yes.  I'm supposed to be spanking you.  Well, count for me." He
spanked her again.

   "Ow.  Two."

   "But you didn't count one.  This is one." It was another strong swing.

   "One." She counted up to five.  Then he stroked her butt with his
fingers.  One finger slipped between her cheeks and along her slit.  "Mr.
Brown!" He immediately slapped her hard.  "Oww!  Six."

   "Are you so anxious to be spanked then?" He brought his hand down again.

   "No sir.  I'll be good.  Haven't you spanked me enough?" He hit her
again, hard.

   "Ow.  Eight."

   "Maybe.  You should go back to *first* grade.  You can't count.  You
missed seven." He slapped her again.

   "Seven." Terry's spanking was beginning to hurt her ass.  All this
talking in between got him able to have each slap a full, hard, swing.  He
slid his finger along her slit again.  Between the spanks, the position,
and his rubbing her lips, she was really getting turned on.  "But, Mr. 
Brown, I'm a good girl." She expected this slap, and howled.  Then she
counted, "Eight."

   "Good girls don't copy from other girls papers.  Or do you mean that
nobody has touched you like this before." He figured that he'd warm her up
while he was warming up her ass.  With any luck, they could get the fuck
into the game.

   "Nobody has." And, schoolgirl Mary aside, nobody had touched her in
quite that way before.  Not even Terry.  He spanked her again, immediately.

   "Ow.  Nine."

   His hand was beginning to hurt.  It was much more than nine, though he'd
lost count.  Let's get the petting into the punishment.

   "Let's see if you're telling the truth." He rubbed her lips more
directly.  "If you're new to this, you won't respond." She couldn't see how
that followed, but this was a game.  She was certainly responding.  Every
stroke of his finger felt smoother as her juices ran out.

   He rubbed her lips against each other.  Then he took his hand away. 
Instead of slapping her, he returned to rub her clit.  He slipped his
finger across her clit until she was close, so close.

   He could feel her tense.  He knew his Faith, and she was almost there.
Let's see.  He removed his finger, and then slapped her as hard as he
could.

   "Oww!" That had hurt, and surprised her.  The surprise took her over. 
She shuddered on his lap as the heat spread through her.  Terry stroked her
clit until the spasm left her.

   "Well, it was only ten spanks for cheating on the test.  This is ten."
He hit her more gently than the last time.  His hand was beginning to hurt.

   "Ow.  Ten." She wiggled, but he wasn't letting go.  "Can I get up now?"

   "No." He spanked her again.

   "Ow.  Eleven."

   "Ten spanks for cheating on the test.  These are for lying to me.  Start
over." He slapped her again, but couldn't get his arm into it.  Now, his
arm was tiring, too.

   "Ow.  One." Since he hadn't told her how many spanks, there was no
reason to fight about which ones she counted.  She wiggled again, feeling
his cock rub against her side when she did so.  "I didn't lie to you."

   "You told me you were a good, modest, girl.  Then you reacted like that
when I touched you." He touched her again, rubbing all along her lips and
ending on her clit.  She drew in a breath.  She'd finished, but obviously
she hadn't come all the way down.  Good!  He wanted her responding around
him when he came.  He rested his hand on her ass, then lifted it for
another smack.

   "Ow.  Two." He resumed his fingering.

   "Now, why can't you admit that plenty of boys have done this before me?"
He stroked her wetness over the clit.  It was easier like this, although
his right leg felt as though it were going to sleep.

   "Nobody has.  Nobody would be that cruel." He spanked her again.  "Ow.
Three." Then he went back to the exciting fingering.

   "Nobody at all?"

   "I swear it." And when was he going to spank her again?  She could admit
that the uncertainty, being totally in his control, was a turn-on itself.
He did spank her again, if not too hard.  "Owww!  Four." Maybe he needed a
little encouragement.

   "We'll see.  If you are lying again, it will go harder for you.  Get
up." He knew how he would end this.

   She got up.

   "Now, go lie on the bed." When she lay down, he lay between her legs. 
Very nasty of Mr.  Brown -- perfectly acceptable behavior for Terry.  "You
swear that no boy or man has even touched you here?" He got into position
and fingered her lips open.

   "I swear." the spanking was over, but this might be a memorable fuck. 
And she'd already come once.

   "Then, this might hurt as well." He drove into her, feeling her warm and
accepting.

   "Owww!  Oh, Mr.  Brown!  That hurt!" Actually, she had needed this fuck.
But Terry seemed to want a broken cherry, and there was no sense in not
giving him what he wanted in the game.

   She was already excited, and the fullness, the play of violation, the
warm butt were pushing her higher again.

   Terry took long strokes in and out of Faith's smooth, warm cunt.  He
stopped at his fullest penetration to rub the base of his cock across
Faith's clit.  While he was there, he took a soft, full breast in each
hand. On his next strokes, he titillated her nipples with his thumbs.  He
was trying to hold himself back, but couldn't do it for long.  He got her
nipples between finger and thumb of each hand.

   "Faith!" He exploded within her while pinching the nipples.  All the
arousal of having her bent over his lap with breasts against his leg and
torso against his cock, of feeling her marvelous ass again and again, of
having her actually writhe in climax on his lap, contributed to the flood
gushing out of him.  And, before he'd finished, she began.

   The pinched nipples and throbbing prick inside her took her over.  For
the second time that night, the fire spread through her.  When it passed
away, Terry was gasping above her.  He was a darling, Then he was an
oppressive weight, despite the elbows on each side of her.  Then he was off
and lying by her side.  One hand came back to rest on her mound.

   "You liked taking my cherry?" she finally asked.

   "Not Faith's -- Mary's." He had to make that distinction.  He wasn't a
wife beater.

   "Maybe I should always be a virgin girl."

   "Maybe.  Maybe not.  I love your ass, but it's definitely a woman's ass.
Pretending it belongs to a ninth-grade girl...  What is that, 14?"

   "Or 15.  Around in there."

   "Pretending that it belongs to some undeveloped girl is a stretch. 
Breasts, too, but they're not so involved in the play."

   "Terry, you are -- ever so slightly -- weird."

   "Well, We're a pair."

   The end The Flip by Uther Pendragon nogardneprethu@gmail.com 2011/05/24

   Another story about Faith, Terry, and their game:
/~Uther_Pendragon/story/choice.htm "The Choice"

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