Dance Class Partners
Copyright 2006 by EC

(Warnings: Adult Sex, Erotic Discipline)

Part II - F/M ending

James let one night go by before calling Carrie. He was desperate to talk to her 
and see her again, but didn’t want to let on. What he didn’t realize was that she 
had him figured out. She knew he was desperate to see her again, and also knew 
that he would try (and fail) to hide it from her. After all, he was only 18 and even 
for someone 18 was inexperienced and naïve. He called right when she expected 
him to call, on the second night she had made herself available to talk to him.

At that moment Carrie still wasn’t sure what she wanted from James. She cared 
about him, but saw him as a person who was very unfocused and needed some 
guidance. She knew plenty about his life from listening to his nervous chatter and 
could tell that he was a very lonely and unhappy person. She could see that in 
him, because she knew from her own experience what it was to be shut out of a 
normal social life.

When James called, he was very nervous and unsure of himself. Like the timing 
of the call, his nervous behavior was exactly what Carrie was expecting. She 
knew that part of the reason he was nervous was that he, like her, felt drawn into a 
relationship that made no sense. However she also could tell he was nervous 
because of what he did and did not know about her. He knew nothing about her 
past, but he did know that pain and suffering were an important part of what had 
made Carrie who she was.

There was a dilemma facing James that struck him only after she had picked up 
the phone. When you’re 18, just where do you invite a woman who is 32? He 
hardly could imagine taking her to a campus party. He had no clue what kind of 
movie she might like. When he suggested taking her out to a hamburger restaurant 
near campus, she flatly told him she didn’t eat meat. That rebuke unsettled him 
and left him with no other options. Finally she resolved the problem herself.

“I’m working the early shift on Friday and I’m getting off at 6:00. Why don’t you 
just pick me up at work and we’ll head back to my place? I’ll cook you dinner.”

James agreed. He was nervous about going back to her house and not really 
looking forward to eating whatever she’d be cooking for him, but he realized he 
might be even more uncomfortable with her in public. It was true that going back 
to her house was the best option.

Friday afternoon James left his dorm and caught a bus to go the short distance 
from campus to Carrie’s restaurant. The restaurant was fairly nice and Carrie was 
wearing a black dress that was the uniform for all female employees. Her hair was 
done up and she was wearing make-up. The make-up was a bit of a surprise to 
him, because he had never seen her wearing anything on her face before. 

When they got back to her house, the first thing Carrie did was wash her face to 
get the make-up off. She took off her hose and work shoes, replacing them with a 
pair of flip-flops. She left her work dress on because of her guest. Normally she 
wore nothing when alone in the house, but figured that he wasn’t quite ready for 
that. 

Carrie had James help her in the kitchen, directing him to cut up vegetables and 
set the table. He did not realize it, but that night of cooking would be important 
for his future with Carrie. She put him to work partly to keep him busy and make 
him less nervous. However, she had other purposes for having him help her. She 
wanted to see how cooperative he was and how willing he was to follow orders. 
His willingness to follow orders in the kitchen would, in turn, determine how the 
rest of the night would unfold. It turned out that the nervous freshman was willing 
to do whatever she told him to do. 

Carrie thought about her camera and her photography. She realized that she had 
enjoyed looking at James’ body the previous night they had been together. She 
began thinking about how she might get him to pose for her, because she wanted 
to add his body to her collection of photographic images.

As they ate dinner, she quietly probed him with questions about his feelings 
towards nudity and photography. It turned out that he was quite fascinated by 
nude photography. Carrie talked about her own photography, and then dropped a 
small fact about her past, that she had worked as a nude model for the university 
art department before she got married. That detail of her life fascinated James. He 
asked her what nude modeling was like, to which she responded:

“I loved it. It gave me a real rush, standing there completely naked in front of all 
those people, and having them study me in detail. It was a total turn-on for me.”

The expression in James’ eyes answered Carrie’s question. He would be perfectly 
willing to pose for her if she handled it right.

They sat down on her sofa and began kissing. She pulled off his shirt and 
unbuckled his pants. When he moved his hand to unzip the back of her dress, she 
moved it away.

“You need to wait, James. You need to be patient. Right now it’s my turn.”

She pulled his pants and underwear off, leaving him totally naked. She would 
remain completely dressed. He felt very vulnerable, but that feeling of 
vulnerability made him very aroused. She was free to explore and touch his body, 
but hers was still concealed by the black restaurant dress.

Carrie very quickly established herself as the dominant partner in the relationship 
as she continued to caress and kiss her naked boyfriend on the sofa. He was 
scared, but at the same time he was thoroughly enjoying the experience. She 
decided to take matters one step further. She backed off slightly, placed her hand 
on his bare chest and looked him straight in the eyes.

“I have a question for you, and I need you to answer me honestly.”

“Uh…yeah, I promise. I’ll be honest…”

“You know that there’s a leather paddle hanging near the window. When I got 
back Monday night, I noticed that it had been turned around. It wasn’t hanging the 
way I usually hang it. Now, was it you who moved it?”

“I…I…”

“Answer me honestly, James. Did you touch that paddle?”

“Yes…I…I…you know…I was curious…so I picked it up.”

Her hand stayed pressed against his chest, where she could feel his heart beating 
furiously.

“…and what were you thinking when you were handling it?”

“I…I was kinda curious to see what it felt like.”

“That’s it? Just curious to see what it felt like? Maybe you were wondering 
something else?”

He swallowed, and then continued: “I…kinda wondered…why you have it…you 
know…hanging up like that.”

She gave his a very stern look. “I’m not gonna answer that, because you already 
know. You know why I have that paddle.”

Yes, he already knew why she had the paddle. She was going to spank him with 
it. That’s why she had it.

Deep down in his soul, James had a secret fantasy, one that had been part of him 
for many years. He wanted to be spanked. He wanted to experience the joy of 
presenting his naked bottom to a woman he loved. He wanted to feel the intimate 
heat of punishment against his bare skin. Then he wanted to be held and 
reassured. Finally, his bottom still feeling the hot sting of the spanking, he wanted 
to make love. That was his secret desire, and somehow Carrie had picked up on it. 

With that she kissed him and began fondling his body. She ran her fingertips 
between his thighs and brushed the tip of his very hard penis. His heart continued 
to pound with terror and anxiety, but also with intense arousal and desire. She 
took his shoulders and motioned him to lie across her lap. He obediently settled 
over her thighs. The cloth of her dress rubbing against his bare body renewed his 
exposed and vulnerable feeling, a feeling he totally loved.

Carrie rested her hand on his bottom. Very gently she began caressing his bottom 
cheeks as he trembled with anticipation. So she was right. She knew him, and 
understood what he needed.

“We have all night, so we’re gonna take our time. I want you to think about 
what’s gonna happen.”

She continued gently rubbing his bottom, running her fingertips between his 
thighs and brushing the sensitive skin on the backs of his testicles. He shuddered 
and spread his legs to allow her to explore him more intimately.

“Think about it. Think about what’s gonna happen. This is what you’ve always 
wanted, isn’t it?”

“Yes, it’s what I’ve always wanted.”

Again he trembled, from excitement and anticipation. He no longer was afraid. He 
was immensely happy, having found the woman who understood him and could 
give him the life he needed. As he lay over her lap, waiting for the first slap, 
James experienced a feeling of fulfillment he never had imagined was possible. It 
was the happiest moment of his life.

She leaned down to kiss his bottom and then began patting it to let him know that 
the punishment was about to begin. She delivered a very sharp SLAP! At last, the 
spanking James had waited for was starting.

She began with moderate slaps, spanking him on alternate sides to slowly build up 
the stinging and pinkness in his backside. As she had told him, they had all night, 
so she was in no hurry. She spanked slowly and sensuously, gradually building up 
the heat in his eagerly waiting bottom-cheeks. His penis stiffened and pressed into 
her thigh, much to her satisfaction. Yes, that erection would have to be taken care 
of as well.

Carrie continued the first part of James’ spanking for about 20 minutes. That was 
the pleasurable part of his spanking, the part that would stimulate him and get him 
ready to make love to her. They would make love, but then the spanking would 
have to continue. James had to understand the meaning of pain as well as 
pleasure, so he could appreciate both elements in his life and his relationship with 
Carrie.

After about 20 minutes James’ bottom was a lovely shade of deep pink and hot to 
the touch. His nerves were on edge and his senses totally awakened. He felt more 
alive than he had ever felt before.

Carrie quit slapping and began massaging the sweaty pink skin of her lover’s 
bottom. She told him to sit up and gently circled the tip his very hard penis with 
her fingers. It was bobbing slightly and he seemed that he was just about to come. 
It was a lovely erection, one that Carrie wanted inside her.

She pulled up her dress and lay on her back on her floor. She pulled her panties to 
her knees. James pulled them over her feet and tossed them aside. Then, for the 
third time in his life, he entered her.

He thrust very hard, furiously pumping semen into her. Sweat dripped off his 
body onto her dress and he moaned with pleasure. Oh this was good, even better 
than the lovemaking session on Monday. Carrie gasped with delight and dug her 
fingers into his burning bottom. She grabbed his backside and pulled on him, 
wanting him even deeper inside her.

They finally exhausted themselves and separated. As before, Carrie went to the 
bathroom and wet a washcloth to clean off herself and her lover. She gently wiped 
his now flaccid penis to clean it off, then reversed the washcloth and used it on 
herself. She straightened her dress. James wondered why she didn’t simply take it 
off.

She returned to her sofa, and reached out to draw him to sit next to her. She was 
still dressed and he was still naked, which renewed his feeling of vulnerability and 
submission. They rested for a few minutes, and then she began playing with his 
penis and tickling his chest. As soon as she got a response from his body, she 
knew he was ready for the punishment portion of his spanking. She reminded him 
that they still had not used the paddle, and that he had admitted he was curious to 
know what being punished with it felt like. She placed her hand over his pounding 
heart and looked straight into his eyes.

“James, go get the paddle and bring it over here. If you still want me to use it on 
you, get on your knees, hand it to me, and tell me what you want. If you want me 
to punish you, you gotta ask me.”

The feeling of erotic terror returned to the freshman. So…he was getting punished 
after all. Of course he could have refused, backed out, and spared his bottom the 
painful experience that awaited. All he had to do was not get the paddle and not 
ask her to spank him. However, he knew he couldn’t back out. Not now. He had 
been dreaming about this all his life, and now it finally was about to happen. He 
had to submit to her. Presenting his bottom for the paddle was his destiny.

The force of his lifelong fantasy swept him up and carried him to the window 
where the paddle hung. Driven by that force that was deep in his soul, he picked 
up the implement and carried to his waiting lover. As instructed he knelt and held 
it out to her. His hands were shaking and sweat ran down his body as he 
continued to kneel and hold the thick cruel-looking piece of leather. Carrie sat 
quietly, but did not take the implement. Trembling, he looked at her, wondering 
why she was not taking it. Her expression was not reassuring.

“James, you gotta ask. You gotta tell me what you want.”

“I…I want…you…to please…please take this paddle and…sp…spank me with it. 
I mean…like uh…punish my butt…”

“You want me to spank your butt with this paddle? That’s what you’re asking 
me?”

“Y…yes, ma’am. That’s what I want.” 

Interesting, thought Carrie to herself, he just called me “ma’am”. Very interesting. 

She took the paddle. With her free hand she gently stroked his nervous, sweaty 
face. She then took his hand and motioned him to stand up. Still holding his hand, 
she led him to her armchair and directed him to bend over the back and firmly 
grip the arms with his hands to steady himself.

James was sweating. His bottom was covered with perspiration. Carrie ran her 
hand over his damp backside, knowing that, because his skin was wet, the sting 
from the paddle would be sharper. Perfect.

Both lovers relished that moment, the tense seconds before the first blow would 
land. Carrie ran her hand over James’ stomach and caressed his penis. She gently 
ran her fingers through his pubic hair and explored his testicles. He became erect. 
She gave his penis one last gentle squeeze before positioning herself to deliver the 
first painful swat from the paddle. She touched it to his right bottom-cheek.

“You ready?”

“Yes.”

POP! She laid a painful swat squarely in the center of his right side. As the 
stinging from that first swat mounted, she touched the paddle to his left side, 
gently rubbed it against his sweaty skin, and struck hard. He gasped, but held firm 
to the chair to stay in position for the third swat.

POP!… POP!… POP!… POP!… POP!

Carrie smacked hard on alternate sides. She waited between swats, making sure 
he had felt the full effect of the previous swat before administering the next. She 
spanked him hard, but she also spanked sensuously and with love. Yes, she did 
indeed love him, enough to understand his needs and strive to satisfy them.

POP!… POP!… POP!… POP!… POP!

The experience of being paddled was very different from being spanked. While he 
was over her lap the heat and stinging had been just enough to heighten his senses 
and arouse him. The spanking hurt, but it was a sexually stimulating sensation 
that he really enjoyed. The paddling was different. Carrie’s blows were very 
painful and not pleasurable in the same way the hand spanking had been. The 
experience was much more intense and quite scary. And yet, in its own way, the 
severe paddling was just as important for James as was the sexual hand-spanking, 
because the pain cleared his mind and swept away his guilt and self-hatred.

James bit his lip as the throbbing intensified. Tears began rolling down his 
cheeks. He was quietly crying, much to Carrie’s satisfaction. 

James’ lovely backside was a dark shade of red and quite swollen when Carrie 
finished swatting him. Tears still were running down his cheeks. She put down 
the paddle and ran her hand over his sore bottom, touching and massaging the 
sensitive skin. She took him by the hand and motioned him to stand up. She 
kissed him and fondled his penis. After a few minutes he was responding 
passionately to her kisses. Soon afterwards Carrie’s efforts to get an erection out 
of him paid off, as his penis responded to the stimulation coming from both his 
sore bottom and the gentle touches of her fingers.

It wasn’t very long before he was ready for another round of sex. She pushed him 
to the floor and made him lie on his back. She gave his penis one last caress, lifted 
up her skirt, and mounted him. His bottom throbbed as she lowered herself over 
his penis and the full weight of her body pushed his hips to the floor. Once again 
he pumped semen into her as they made love together for the fourth time in their 
lives.

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A few minutes later Carrie told James to step into her bathtub. She ordered him to 
stand still while she cleaned him off with her shower nozzle. It was a very strange 
and new experience for him, passively standing while she soaped and washed his 
body. He felt very helpless, and very submissive. She toweled him off and led 
him back into the living room.

There was another thing she needed to take care of, before the redness in his 
bottom began to fade. He owed her a picture-taking session. His heart pounded 
and his penis stiffened as he realized that his bare body and punished bottom were 
to be documented for posterity. She ordered him to assume various positions 
around the room, and finally to wash dishes in the kitchen while her camera 
continued to snap. The fact that his bottom was still marked up made him feel 
much more exposed and vulnerable. And yet, that feeling excited him and made 
him feel very sexy. That feeling of sexiness came out in Carrie’s pictures. When 
she developed them the following week, she would consider the pictures of her 
boyfriend the best session of figure photography she had ever done.

Before they went to sleep, they made love in her bed one final time for the 
evening. She rewarded him by taking off her dress and getting on her elbows and 
knees. She wanted him to take her from behind, to expose herself and have him 
enter her. James was tired, but his young body responded to Carrie’s lewd display 
and submissive posture. For the third time that night he entered her and exhausted 
himself pumping semen into her body. For the third time that night they both 
enjoyed exquisite orgasms.

He fell asleep shortly afterwards, his head resting on Carrie’s bare chest. He was 
exhausted, sore, and very happy. Carrie stroked his hair and caressed his face as 
he closed his eyes. She reflected that asleep he looked even younger than he 
looked when he was awake. She deeply cared for him, because now he belonged 
to her. She would love him, protect him, and finish raising him. She had 
something she could look forward to in life, a purpose that she didn’t have just 
one week before.

Before she went to sleep, there were two final issues Carrie needed to resolve. 

First, she called a co-worker to ask if she could switch shifts for the next day, so 
that she could stay home and fix James breakfast instead of opening the 
restaurant. It turned out switching schedules wasn’t a problem for the co-worker. 
The change would allow Carrie to stay home until the early afternoon. When 
James woke up, she would be there for him.

The second detail concerning Carrie was a secret to everyone other than herself. 
In her bathroom drawer she kept a razor blade. It was the same razor blade she 
had used in her suicide attempt the year before. Until she met James, she had been 
getting ready to use it a second time, and this time not botch the job cutting her 
wrist. With James soundly asleep in her bed, she knew that she no longer needed 
it. She no longer wanted to die. She wrapped the blade in some toilet paper and 
threw it in her kitchen trash.

Carrie returned to her bedroom. She pulled back the blanket so she could admire 
James’ naked figure. She gently kissed his bruised bottom. Then she settled next 
to him, pulled the blanket over both their bodies, and went to sleep.