The Outsider Copyright 2009 by EC EC's Erotic Art & Fiction - http://www.ecgraphicarts.com/ EC's deviantART collection - http://caligula20171.deviantart.com/ (warnings: language, adult themes, public nudity, sex between adults) Chapter 25 – Ruthie’s birthday wish That night, after her classes were finished and she had eaten dinner with Mike, Ruthie accompanied him to his room and allowed him to make love to her. She surprised him by getting on her elbows and knees, spreading her legs and lewdly exposing herself. Before he entered her, he took a couple of pictures. She closed her eyes and fantasized about being spanked and photographed during one of her art class modeling sessions…yes…getting with the belt right in front of all those students who drew her every day. She actually did respond to Mike…a little…which was not common for her at all. Once he was asleep, Ruthie took out two picture cards that fit into her mother’s digital camera and placed them next to her computer. One of the cards had been filled to capacity for a couple of years and was kept locked up in a jewelry box with Ruthie’s passport, ID cards, and her one credit card. The second card was still in the camera, but it was almost full. She inserted the older card and started going through the images she had taken of herself during the first three years she had been in high school. The oldest pictures on the card were ones of her with her cousins and a few of her that her mother had taken the year after she had moved to Salinas. But then, starting from the middle of her freshman year; began a vast collection of pictures she had taken of herself. All of the images on the card from that point forward were nude self-portraits. Ruthie already had been running around her apartment in the nude for nearly a year and was used to staring at herself in the mirror when she started to take pictures of herself. A few days before she started, she had seen Rosa using a delayed focus to take a group shot with some friends. The camera in Ruthie’s apartment also had a delayed focus and, remembering how Rosa used the function to include herself in a group shot; Ruthie wondered if she could use the delayed focus to take a self-portrait. For several weeks she had been curious to see what she would look like photographed in the nude. During her daily morning “me time” she experimented with the focus and finally learned how to time her movement so she could set the camera and move in front of it before the flash went off. The first several pictures came out blurry, but then she got a very clear one of herself sitting on her bed. For a long time she admired that first picture, a casual pose of herself naked and looking into the camera. That image and pose were the first of many she would take of herself in the nude over the next four years. She experimented with positions and lighting, keeping the pictures she liked and getting rid of the ones she didn’t. Over time her collection grew and her ability to take self-portraits improved. The contents of that picture card and its successor were her most prized possession, and yet they were a possession that up until that afternoon had been a total secret from the entire world. She had conflicting feelings about the collection of images, because she was proud of them and wanted to show them to someone, but at the same time she was desperately afraid of them getting out. Now she did have a person to safely show them to and they would remain a secret, because Hartman was sworn to maintain patient confidentiality. Whatever the counselor thought of the pictures, she would have to keep quiet because of the rules of her profession. For Ruthie that restriction was perfect. Ruthie had never made any back-up copies of her photo collection. It was one thing out of many in her life that she had procrastinated. She had bought two thumb drives, one for her entire collection and the other to copy just the pictures she was planning to show to her counselor. When she counted the number of pictures stored on the two cards she was surprised, because she counted over 900 images altogether, of which nearly 800 were “naughty” pictures. That was just her high school collection. Mike had several hundred more recently taken pictures stored in his camera. Figuring that night was as good a time as any, she quietly took Mike’s card out of his camera and added his pictures to the collection stored on the thumb-drive. Adding Mike’s pictures raised the total to 1500 files, almost all of which were images of Ruthie’s exposed body. Just the thought of having posed for so many pictures aroused her. Within the collection there were about 200 images she had taken during the months she was experimenting with self-spanking. Most of those 200 photos were taken during or after her sessions with the bath brush, displaying her bare bottom in various shades of red. The remaining self-portraits were taken while she was holding the bath brush in her hand and masturbating. She spent a long time looking at those images on her computer screen. They had been taken nearly four years before, but Ruthie still found them very erotic. She really did look sexy posing with her red butt for the camera. The very last picture of that batch had been taken right after she had giving herself that really severe spanking that left her bottom swollen and covered with welts, just a few hours before her gym teacher saw her in the nurse’s office. Following that last spanking picture there was a four-month gap in the images because she had been too scared to take any more, but she could not bring herself to deleting the ones she already had taken. Starting on her 16th birthday the pictures started up again, but from that point forward the images were just nudes. As she looked through the spanking images, she thought about sorting out which ones were the best, but decided that it would be better to let Dr. Hartman know the full story of how obsessed she was about inflicting punishment on herself and documenting the results. During her next appointment Ruthie handed a thumb drive to her counselor. She was extremely nervous as she stood next to Hartman’s desk. She felt as though she had gone into Hartman’s office, taken off her clothes, and was standing naked next to her counselor. In a way she standing naked next to her counselor, because the pictures graphically exposed her and left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Hartman looked though about half of the images in silence. She then pulled the thumb drive and handed it back to her patient. She was calm, so Ruthie had no idea what effect, if any seeing those pictures had on her. “A question. How old were you when you were posing for those pictures?” “For the ones you saw, 15. I was 15 years old.” “I suppose I’m not going to be able to talk you into getting rid of them.” “Why?” “You need to understand that what’s on that thumb-drive is about as illegal as you can get. People go to jail for years for having stuff like that on their computers.” “Are you gonna report me?” “No. That’s not my job. And I’m not passing judgment on what you were doing, nor am I passing judgment on the fact you like photographing yourself. I’m simply warning you those images will get you in a lot of legal trouble if they ever get out.” Ruthie was annoyed that was her counselor’s only reaction to the contents of her thumb drive. She had been hoping Dr. Hartman would be scandalized, or better yet, perhaps aroused. Instead she looked at them dispassionately and the only comment about them that she had was that they were illegal. Yes, Ruthie already knew that. She wasn’t sure how to proceed. Hartman broke the silence. “So…this is what you were doing right after you had that disappointment with Mrs. Peters?” “I guess it wasn’t right after…maybe I started a couple of weeks later.” Ruthie then told the story from beginning to end, starting with how everything started when she overheard a conversation not meant for her ears. Hartman pointed out that what the conversation did was give her the idea of using the bath brush for something she had been wanting to do anyway. The two women spent several minutes trying to unravel Ruthie’s mix of religious guilt and burning sexuality. Hartman pointed out that Ruthie needed an outlet for both her guilt and her sexual frustrations and it was her bruised bottom that paid the price. Hartman pointed out that Ruthie was extremely lucky that her gym teacher did not report the “abuse”, because under state law she was supposed to do so. Hartman could imagine how scary that must have been for her client, wondering if her “secret” would be exposed. Given the religion that was being pushed on her at the time, it was easy to picture how Ruthie must have been on a guilt trip for months afterwards for nearly having gotten her mother in trouble, which was indeed true. “I’m wondering if that scare that you had was sort of a watershed event in your life. I’m wondering that because it seems you got a lot more into serious reading and adult topics after you turned 16.” “I ‘spose maybe that’s true, Dr. Hartman. “And you never got back into punishing yourself?” Ruthie shook her head. “Is that something you’d ever think about doing?” “I’d love it. But it would have to be just right, and I don’t see how I’d ever find anyone who could do it ‘just right’. I mean…people are into all kinds of weird shit…blood, black clothing, high heels, tattoos, punching holes in their skin, pissing in their faces…and I wouldn’t want to do any of that, or even look at it. I’d just want it to be simple…I take off my dress, get my ass spanked, cry a bit, and get held. I don’t want to have to deal with any of the weird shit.” “Have you brought this up with Mike?” Ruthie shook her head. “No. I couldn’t picture doing anything like that with him.” “Why’s that?” Ruthie thought for a minute. Why couldn’t she picture doing anything like that with him? Was it her dislike of sex? Was it that she didn’t want to risk messing up the relationship? Was it that she still was holding on to her fantasy with Mrs. Peters? Was it that she didn’t trust him? Or maybe she didn’t trust herself? “I don’t know. I never thought about it.” “Well, I think you should consider talking to Mike about your fantasies. I’m not saying actually do anything, but it might help your relationship if you get to know a bit more about that part of each other. I’m going to guess you never asked him about his fantasies either.” Ruthie shook her head. “I’d hope your relationship would be about sharing. You two are leaving out a lot if you’re not talking about your turn-on’s.” Hartman proceeded to help Ruthie put her episodes of self-spanking into perspective, and in doing so helped her client resolve some of the guilt she felt over what she did to herself when she was 15. Hartman surprised the student by telling her that she was by no means the first client who admitted to inflicting self-punishment for sexual pleasure. “It’s a lot more common that you realize. And you think that the others who’ve come into my office don’t have the same worries about it that you do?” Hartman also pointed out that a lot of religious sects, ranging from the Catholic Church to radical Muslims, encouraged their members to inflict self-punishment. ---------- By the time she left Hartman’s office, Ruthie felt a lot more confident about herself, that maybe she really wasn’t as much of a freak with her sexual fantasies as she had thought. Because of what she had learned in that session, she decided that she would indeed share some of her fantasies with Mike. She also fully intended to share her collection of photographs with him, perhaps as a birthday present. That was the one piece of Hartman’s advice she would never follow: there was no way she’d consider deleting the pictures she had taken of herself throughout high school. They documented an important part of her life, they were irreplaceable, and they meant too much to her. Ruthie’s 19th birthday was just a few days after she shared her “secret” with Dr. Hartman, at the end of March. She had never bothered to tell Mike about her birthday because stuff like that had no meaning for her. However, he knew the date because it was on both her California state ID and her student ID and there were plenty of times she had left her ID’s on the spare desk in his room. Mike was not romantic, nor was he the sort who would risk wasting his money on something Ruthie wouldn’t like. She would never have to worry about him buying her lingerie or any other gifts that men typically buy for their wives or girlfriends that make them roll their eyes. He was not going to try to guess what she wanted. He simply asked. Ruthie sat quietly, giving the matter some thought. What did she want for her birthday? There were two things that she really would have liked, but she assumed that Mike did not have the money for either. One would have been a laptop, the other would have been having her summer tuition paid. There was nothing cheaper that she wanted and she was not going to ask him to spend his money on something she really didn’t care about. So what did she want that was within reason? “Let me think about it. I’m not really sure. I’ll let you know tomorrow.” She realized that what she wanted from him was not material item, but an experience. Hartman’s advice for her to share her sexual fantasies came back into her thoughts. She knew that she would not be able to articulate verbally what she wanted him to do, so she decided to write him a note: On my birthday, I here is what I want: 1. I want to spend the entire day with my clothes off. I want you to figure out something so I don’t have to get dressed from the time I get up until the time I go to bed. 2. I want you to take charge of me. I don’t want to have to think about anything or make any decisions. I want to do what you tell me. If you want to tie my hands or blindfold me, that would be OK. 3. I want to go out, so you’ll need to figure out where we can go where I won’t have to put my clothes on. 4. When we get back, whether it is to the dorm or wherever else you decide to take me, I want you to punish me. I want you to spank me on my butt. I want you to give me a very long spanking, and I don’t want you to be afraid to hit me hard. I’m not sure what’ll happen when you spank me. If you can get me to cry, that’d be great. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to cry or not, and if I can’t cry, don’t worry about it. I might get really turned on by it. I don’t know. 5. When you’re spanking me, I’m probably going to be in my own zone, so it would be better not to say anything to me. No lectures about me being a bad girl and needing punishment and no questions about how I feel. There won’t be a safe-word. If I want you to stop or slow down, I’ll just tell you. 6. When you’re done spanking me, if I’m crying I will need to be held. If I’m turned on, then we can have sex. I don’t want to have sex if I’m crying. I understand what put in here sounds kind of weird, but you did ask me what I wanted and I’m telling you. ---------- Ruthie’s birthday began at 3:00 am. That was the moment Mike touched her shoulder and told her it was time to get up. The previous night he had told her to stay in his room so she’d be ready for the day. He told her to put on her shoes. Having slept naked, she already was not wearing anything else. He looked outside his door to make sure no one was in the hallway, patted her bare bottom and told her it was time to go. They walked out through a side door. Mike knew that an alarm would go off at the night desk and the Resident Advisor assigned for night duty would have to investigate, but by the time he got to the door Mike and Ruthie would be long-gone. As soon as they were outside, Mike slapped Ruthie on the bottom and took her hand. They walked along the sidewalk to the parking lot assigned to the dorms. Ruthie felt the cool foggy morning air on her body and started to shiver. She put her arms around her chest, but her boyfriend told her to put her hands down by her sides. “No covering yourself.” She was relieved to get into Mike’s car. They drove off in the darkness. They drove to Santa Cruz before turning inland. By the time the sun came up, they were driving along an isolated road that led to the back entrance of a forest park. Mike had carefully researched the route, making sure they would not have to drive through any towns after it got light outside. They were still driving along the forested hills after the sun came up, but by then they were safely away from any towns where they would have to stop. They came to a very isolated trail-head where there was only space for three cars. Ruthie could tell that the trail was rarely used, especially during the week. When they got out, Mike put some sunscreen on Ruthie’s shoulders and picked up a fully loaded backpack. With that the couple set off on their hike. Mike’s intention was to spend several hours hiking on the difficult trail, go to a lake he had seen on a forest service map, have lunch there and swim, and then see what his girlfriend wanted to do. If she was tired and wanted to sleep, that would take up some of the afternoon. If she was not tired, they’d simply hike a bit further to another pond; then turn around. Once they were several hundred yards from the parking lot, Mike took off his clothing as well and stuffed it in his backpack. The day was one of the happiest of Ruthie’s life. She enjoyed the scenery and the feeling of the warm sun on her skin. She had the chance to observe a lot of geological formations and the couple made many stops and treks off the trail so Ruthie could look at something that interested her. The delays and constant stops were a pleasant surprise for Mike, because he had been worried they might get to the end of the trail too soon and then have nothing to do. His plan was to return to the car about an hour before sunset so it would be dark before they got back on a main road. Going back any earlier than that would be too risky. Mike took numerous pictures of his naked girlfriend as she wandered around the rocks and walked along the trail. She also posed for numerous pictures; striking just about every position imaginable. Mike smiled and reflected that she really was “nature’s girl”. When they got to the lake, they spread out a dorm blanket and had lunch. Mike then gave Ruthie a lengthy massage. Sure enough, she fell asleep. He took several pictures of her while sleeping before going into the water for a swim. She woke up a couple of hours later and swam as well. She rewarded him by hugging him and massaging his penis until he got hard. She grabbed her tube of lubricant and lay down on the blanket. He entered her and thrust as she lay quietly with her eyes closed. By that time he was used to her quietness while they were having sex. She had told him that she was enjoying it when he made love to her, but was just more quiet about it than most women. When it was time to head back, Mike’s careful planning paid off, because they made it to his car shortly before sunset. Mike felt that he had to get dressed before he started driving, but Ruthie was able to enjoy the ride through the countryside in the nude. The next stop was a clothing-optional resort that had a restaurant and hot tubs. Mike had called ahead to make reservations and to make sure they could get in without being members. They enjoyed a naked dinner, complete with a small cake for Ruthie’s birthday, and spent time in the pool and hot tubs. By the time they left the resort it was well after 10:00 pm. They didn’t return to the university until almost midnight. By that time Mike was dead-tired, but so far he had given Ruthie the birthday that she had asked for. Mike knew that the hardest and most dangerous part of the day would be getting back into his room. He had to somehow get Ruthie past the night clerk. He gave that some thought and came up with a plan. He gave Ruthie the key to his room and told her to wait in the bushes near the front entrance. Then he went inside, walked to the far side of the building, and propped the exit open. He knew the night clerk would have to close the door and re-lock it, which would give Ruthie the chance to get past the reception desk without being seen. There was a chance someone would see her in the hallway, but that was a risk she’d have to take. Mike told Ruthie to wait exactly two minutes, and then go in. Her heart pounding, Ruthie looked at the watch Mike had lent her, and at two minutes left her hiding spot and ran into the building. The night clerk was not at the desk. She fumbled with his key, let herself into the main hallway, and ran to where he room was. She had to run past several guys who were sitting on the floor chatting in the hall. They whistled at her, but did nothing more. Finally Ruthie got to Mike’s room and let herself in. He showed up a few moments later. The day had been perfect so far. There was only one thing left to do. While she waited, he dragged in a small sofa that he borrowed from the commons area. Her heart pounded as she helped him move the spare bed to make room for the sofa. Mike then took off his clothes and sat down. Without saying anything, Ruthie approached him. He reached up to take her hand and pulled her across his lap. He massaged her bottom, enjoying the sight and feel of her soft skin under the palm of his hand. He took his time, because he wanted to enjoy her body before he began her birthday spanking. She trembled with anticipation as she waited for the first slap. Finally Mike rested his hand on her left bottom-cheek and gave her a moderate smack. She jerked slightly. He hit her again, on the other side. She closed her eyes and was very quiet. The spanking started out slowly and softly. He wasn’t sure how hard he should hit, even though she had told him that she wanted him to hit her hard. After he had spanked her lightly for a long time, but could tell that she was growing impatient and wanted him to spank her harder. Finally he did what she wanted, slapping her bottom with crisp hard smacks. She snuggled over his lap and steadied herself by holding onto his shin. Her bottom was turning red, but she gave him no sign whatsoever she wanted him to stop. Finally Mike set aside his reservations and slapped her very hard. He paced himself, giving her a hard smack every 10 seconds. He started rubbing her swelling bottom between slaps. She closed her eyes and her breathing changed. She flinched each time he hit her, but it was clear from her expression that she was enjoying being spanked. He wanted to ask her if she had enough, but fortunately he avoided that mistake. This was Ruthie's spanking and Ruthie's experience. It needed to be what she wanted. His hand was getting tired and the girl's bottom was deep red when she surprised him. She moaned from arousal. That was clearly a happy moan...something Mike had never heard from her before. Out of curiosity he touched her between the legs, only to discover that she was totally wet. That was a shock to him, because never had he seen her wet or aroused. She moaned again and began moving her hips on his lap. There was no question about it...for the first time since he had known her...she was having an orgasm. He brushed his fingers between her legs and spanked her some more. Her breathing changed completely. She moaned again. His fingers returned to her pussy. He touched her clitoris and she tilted her body up to make it easier for him. She moaned again as he explored the most sensitive part of her body. She was rocking back and forth, rubbing herself. He pushed her up and told her to get on her hands and knees on his bed. She obeyed him and waited while he struggled to get a condom on. He entered her and thrust. She still was tremendously aroused. She climaxed when he was still inside her. A few minutes later the two students calmed down and got into Mike’s bed. She fell asleep and with that her birthday celebration came to an end. Within a few hours she’d have to get up and go to the student center to serve coffee. As he held her in his arms, Mike wondered what to make out of what had just happened. He understood that Ruthie had been lying to him about her orgasms. No, during all those times they had previously made love, she had not been aroused. That crap about her quiet orgasms was total bullshit. He knew it for a fact, because now he had seen what she was like when she really was aroused. He didn’t know whether to resent the fact she had lied to him, or appreciate the fact she was trying to make him happy while doing something she didn’t like.