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Fantasy Interlude No. 6 - Sally Spanked, Part 2 of 2 (FemSub, anal, spank, 
mast, rom)

(WARNING: This story contains graphic sexual variations that may not appeal 
to all people and is not intended for anyone under 18 or who is offended by 
unusual sexual practices.  If you are under 18 or are offended by such 
practices, do not read further.)

AUTHOR'S NOTE:  This story is a fantasy.  Real couples may engage is some or 
all of these activities, but this story is principally written to explore the 
thoughts and feelings that may cause some individuals to choose alternative 
sexual activities.

(If you enjoyed this story and would like to see more like this, e-mail me at 
BPri563419@aol.com.)

"Breakfast is ready," Brad called out as he stuck his head in the bathroom.  
He heard the water still splashing.  "Are you almost ready?"

Sally smiled to herself mischievously.  "I'm past ready!  I'm almost done!" 
she said with a wry tone.

"What are you doing in there?" Brad asked, his suspicions piqued by her 
ironic accent.  He drew back the shower curtain and stuck his head in.

"Getting myself ready for you, Master," Sally replied.  "Check me," she said 
as she turned and pushed her backside out toward him.  Her masturbatory 
fantasy still inspired her.  It felt audacious but thrilling to be presenting 
her ass to him, like offering herself on a silver platter.

Brad grinned at her boldness.  Inside his robe he felt his cock swelling at 
the site of his wife, glistening with water, with her gorgeous ass humped 
toward him.

Sally reached back and pulled her ass cheeks apart with both hands.  She felt 
her heart race with anxiety at the line she was crossing.  "Feel me, Master" 
she asked.

Brad couldn't believe his eyes.  Sally had always been so skittish about her 
asshole.  Now he could look down and see her rosebud.  Before he even touched 
it he could see that it was shiny with Vaseline and the center was open about 
the width of the tip of his little finger.  With mounting excitement he 
reached out a finger and felt her opening.  She didn't flinch.  He felt the 
slickness and rubbed the rim with a small circular motion.  He could feel 
that her muscles were more relaxed than usual.

Brad pushed his finger against the center of her rosebud and felt it slip in. 
 It easily slid up to his knuckles.  He rotated the finger side to side and 
Sally moaned.

"Do you feel how open I am?" Sally asked with glee.  "I was stretching myself 
for you.  I want to be able to please you."  

"I am pleased," he said.  "Your ass feels wonderful around my finger.  It 
will feel even better around my cock."  His penis was raging.  This was his 
fantasy too, to be able to play with her ass.  He loved her ass and it 
excited him to play with hers as much as having her play with his.  He worked 
his finger in and out slowly, the sight of his finger in her proffered ass 
hypnotizing him.

"Oh, I hope your cock will feel as good.  Your finger feels good now."  Sally 
felt a wonderful feeling of being owned by him.  She was making her ass a 
gift and he was accepting it.

"Let me feel your cunt," he ordered as he reached around with his other hand. 
 Immediately he could feel that her lips were swollen and he felt the 
dripping slickness of her pussy cream.  "You've been excited, haven't you?  
Have you been playing with your cunt too?"

"Yes, Master," Sally admitted in a sheepish voice.  "I made myself come with 
my fingers in my bottom."  Her words echoed with all the stories she had read 
of submissives confessing to their stern Masters.  She felt again that she 
was stepping into one of the stories.

"Oh, you are a very horny slave!" he marveled.  Inside he was bursting with 
joy at the Pandora's box that her fantasies seemed to have opened.  But he 
decided he needed to play along with his part.  "But did I give you 
permission to frig yourself?"

"No, sir," Sally said in a quiet voice.

"And I didn't give you permission to come, did I?" he said with pretended 
sternness.

"No, sir."

"Then I'll have to punish you.  But right now I want to eat and I'll need 
time to think about what an appropriate punishment would be.  So finish your 
shower with no more disobedience and get down to breakfast."  With that he 
left.

Sally finished showering with a bittersweet mix of thoughts and emotions.  
She knew Brad wasn't really mad at her.  She figured he was probably pulling 
his own cock right now, thinking of her masturbating in the shower.  But at 
the same time, when he talked to her that way she had actually felt ashamed, 
like she had let him down.  And now she realized she was really afraid what 
her punishment would be.  Did she really want to find out?  Would she chicken 
out when she found out what he planned?  Would he let her back out?

The rest of the day, Brad acted as if nothing had happened.  Coming down to 
the breakfast table seemed to break the spell.  He issued no orders and so 
she dropped the "Master" appellation. They went about reading the paper and 
running errands like any other day.  But the threat of the "punishment" 
hanging over Sally kept her thinking about sex and her slave fantasy all day. 
"This must be what it's like to be a man," Sally thought, "always thinking 
about sex, even when you're going to the grocery store."  
She realized that she sort of liked that.  At times throughout the day she 
found herself daydreaming and she'd feel her nipples get hard or her cunt 
lips get warm.  As evening came closer she wondered more and more what he'd 
do and when.

Dinner passed with no mention of their earlier escapades.  The suspense was 
starting to get to her.  "That must be like men too," she told herself.  
"When you're always horny, it always seems like you're being made to wait too 
long!  Everything else seems like it's in the way!"  But she decided it would 
be distinctly un-slave-like to ask.  A good slave would wait patiently for 
her Master's beckoning.  

Besides, she was going to be punished.  She wasn't supposed to be eager to be 
punished.  But she realized she was.  As the day went on she drifted into 
scenes from the story of O and other stories she had read.  She thought of 
being bound, spanked, whipped.  And her cunt would get wet thinking of it.

She felt like she was about to crack when about 8:30 Brad finally said, "It's 
time for your discipline.  Come with me to the bedroom."  

Sally felt butterflies in her stomach.  Maybe she should put a stop to this.  
Certainly she was not going to let herself be hurt.  Maybe this was going too 
far.  But she found herself walking up the stairs with a floaty feeling in 
her head and a warmth in her crotch.  She just had to see what would happen.  
Her fantasy was too strong to draw back from it at this point.

"Take all your clothes off," Brad ordered.  He kept his clothes on.  She 
hadn't expected that, but it was right.  She felt twice as naked stripping in 
front of him.  It reinforced their inequality.  She was a naked slave, 
exposed to whatever he wanted.  He was the Master.

"Lie across my lap."  He sat on the edge of their bed.  Sally felt herself 
walking into a dream.  It didn't feel like her own self, to be voluntarily 
lying across the rough fabric of his jeans, exposing her naked globes to him. 
 Normally the room would have felt cold to her, but her skin was flushed and 
she felt slightly hot.  She waited without any comment, the role of slave 
coming to her easily now.

"If you confess your mistakes and ask for punishment, it may go easier for 
you," Brad told her.

"I masturbated in the shower without your permission.  I gave myself an 
orgasm without permission."  Sally felt the shame she had felt after Brad's 
admonition this morning.  "I was a bad slave," she thought.  "My Master is 
right to be mad at me."

"What do you deserve?"

"I deserve to be punished."  Sally hesitated.  What did she want?  She 
swallowed.  Her mouth was drying up.  "Please punish me, Master.  I deserve 
it.  Please don't be mad at me."

"You are not experienced as a slave, and so I will be forgiving. But you do 
need to be punished so you will learn.  Ask me to give you a spanking."

"... please ... spank me.  I deserve a spanking for what I did.  Please spank 
me, Master."  As Sally spoke her heart started beating harder.  She realized 
she was really scared but excited. Her ass felt tingly.  She almost couldn't 
stand the suspense.

"Yes, you do deserve a spanking.  I'll be generous and make it a barehanded 
spanking."  He placed his hand on the smooth roundness of her magnificent 
ass.  For a second he savored the feel of it against his palm.  He stroked 
both of her cheeks.  He felt powerful.  He did own her ass right this second. 
 It was his to do with as he chose.  She had given him that gift.  It felt 
like a very great gift right now.

Sally held her breath.  Her whole world centered on those soft cheeks.  She 
started to feel lightheaded as she waited.

Brad raised his hand and brought it down firmly but not hard.  A sharp smack 
reverberated through the room.  He felt her butt jiggle with the impact.

Sally felt the sting of the first spank.  But it wasn't painful. It was more 
playful.  She felt like she was about nine years old, small and helpless.  
She felt very naughty.  Just lying across a man's lap made her feel as if 
she'd been bad and deserved to be punished.  And knowing at another level 
that she was letting herself get spanked to get her cunt hot made her feel 
naughty in a different way.  

Brad spanked the other cheek.  Then the first.  He alternated between the 
cheeks, about one spank every 3 or 4 seconds.  He started to spank harder.  
The sounds of his hand on her flesh filled the room.

"You've been a bad girl, rubbing your pussy without permission," Brad 
scolded.  "Only bad girls play with their pussy."  He kept spanking as her 
talked.  "I bet you were thinking filthy thoughts while you rubbed your 
pussy."

Brad's scolding made a shiver go down her spine.  All the times she had 
masturbated and felt guilty about it echoed through her mind.  Her ass was 
starting to sting.  Each spank was starting to hurt more and more as Brad 
slapped her harder and her poor bottom was getting pink.  But the shock of 
each spank was radiating to her cunt.  She could feel her lips stiffening and 
the juice starting to flow from her pussy.  She started to squirm and Brad's 
blows began to fall more askew as she moved.

Sally's mind went to The Story of O and all the caning she endured under Sir 
Stephen's rule.  In her mind she became a submissive slave who was taking 
this punishment to prove her devotion to her Master.  And his ability to make 
her submit to this was proof that she belonged to him.  That assurance that 
she was his was worth the pain and punishment.  Knowing that he possessed her 
made the fire in her ass melt through into a fire in her cunt.

She felt like every slap was slapping her cunt from the inside.  The sting 
was like a sting right on her clitoral nerve.  She couldn't believe she could 
get so hot without his even touching her cunt.  She started to squirm harder 
against his legs trying to get some friction on her clit.

"Oh, Master, I am ... soooo sorry!" Sally cried.  "I was sooo bad to play 
with my pussy!  Oh ... I am a bad girl!  Please spank me hard ... so I learn 
my lesson!"

"Yes, you are a bad girl.  I will spank you hard, even harder.  Rub your 
pretty pussy now while I finish your punishment.  I want you to come now, 
while I am spanking your bad bottom!"

Sally reached her hand under herself like a shot.  She felt her cunt running 
with pussy juice and swabbed it over her burning clit.  Rubbing it felt like 
scratching the worst itch she'd ever had.  She thrilled with the pleasure of 
getting the stimulation she craved.

Brad crashed his hand on her bottom with a hard whack.  Sally was momentarily 
distracted by the sharpness of it.  "Unh!  Ooooh!" she squealed.  He spanked 
the other cheek just as hard.  "Ahhnhh!  Oww!" Sally yelped.  But her cunt 
didn't care.  It was getting hotter and hotter.  She was being used by her 
Master.  It was an honor to be corrected by him.

Brad couldn't believe the punishment she was taking.  He also couldn't 
believe how hot this was for him.  He didn't get off on the dominance as much 
as he got off on having her gorgeous ass to feast his eyes on and to be under 
his control so completely.  It looked a little splotchy now with the red and 
pink of his blows, but he thought the color was becoming on her.  He loved 
her ass and he loved the feel of it under his hand.  His hand was getting 
sore though.  He wouldn't be able to take much more of this himself.

Brad was also getting excited by the way she was squirming in his lap.  Her 
movements were rubbing his cock through his jeans. And seeing her body taken 
over by lust always aroused him more than anything else in the world.  Like 
last night, now he was watching her passion build and burst into flame almost 
as an observer.  That had a special hotness that he liked.

Sally felt like her whole ass was disconnected from her body, it was so 
transformed by strange feelings of pain, heat, tingling, and numbness.  But 
her cunt was very much in the center of her consciousness.  Brad's hand was 
hitting her ass, but her pussy was where she was feeling it.  Squirming 
against his jeans, openly masturbating at his command, hearing her own ass 
being abused -- it was so perverted to her old sense of herself.  But that 
made it so intensely erotic.  She wanted this feeling to go on forever.

But just as she thought that, she felt her cunt tensing for its peak.  Her 
whole pussy seemed to clutch, like a hand being squeezed into a fist.  And 
then she was over the top.

"Unhh! Unhh! God! Unh!"  Her cunt spasmed and spasmed in waves of ecstasy.  
Brad's blows were now like electric shocks that were wired directly to her 
clitoris and each one started a new shudder of pleasure.  She started to hump 
her hips against Brad's lap, savagely slamming her pubis against his thighs.  
"Oh!  Oh!"  Sally desperately jammed her fingers into her clit, trying to 
wring all the pleasure she could from that swollen organ.

Brad barely breathed.  Here in his lap was a writhing woman in the throes of 
orgasm.  His cock was so hard he was half-afraid he was going to come in his 
jeans without any other stimulation. Sally's bottom was red and jiggling and 
her cunt was giving off waves of erotic scent that thrilled him.  He kept 
spanking her ass until her spasms began to subside.  Then he lay his hand on 
her backside and began to stroke it very gently.

Sally could barely stand any further stimulation.  She felt as limp as a 
dishrag, wrung out by the power of her orgasm.  The combination of pleasure 
and punishment left in her in a curiously relaxed condition.  Her cunt was 
spent and her conscience was satisfied.  She was free from any guilt pangs.  
Whatever transgressions she had committed had been atoned for.

Brad, on the other hand, was primed for his satisfaction.  He knew Sally was 
exhausted, so he gently scooted from under he and rolled her onto her back.  
She moaned with the discovery that her bottom was as tender as a sunburn from 
the punishment.

"Pull your legs up, my dear.  That will lift your poor bottom off the bed," 
Brad told her with solicitude.  "One more detail to take care of before you 
drift off to sleep."  Sally complied as if in a dream.  She was so tired she 
was half-asleep already.

Brad feasted his eyes on her sex, spread before him in all its glory.  He 
quickly skimmed his pants off and crawled onto the bed.  Her cunt was so open 
and wet that his cock slid in with one thrust.  He gasped at how hot and 
slick it felt on his tool. Without hesitation he began banging into her, 
driving his cock in up to the hilt repeatedly.

Sally had achieved the languorous state she'd read about in all her favorite 
erotic stories.  She was so tired and satisfied that she didn't care what he 
did to her.  Her body was his to use as he liked.  She enjoyed the stretching 
of her pussy by his cock, but she was beyond arousal.  She was only a 
receptacle for his use.  This was for his pleasure alone.  She felt a warm 
wish for him to use her well, to get a good cum out of her cunt.  She tried 
to feel his excitement, to gauge how excited and engorged he was.  She sensed 
the increasing tempo of his thrusting and the raggedness of his breathing.  
In her mind she encouraged him to feel more and more aroused.  "That's it," 
she thought to him, "fuck me good.  You're gonna come hard.  Do it!  Come 
now!"

Her cunt felt like a lake of lubrication.  Brad thrust harder and harder, 
reveling in the hotness and slickness of her juiced pussy.  Every thrust 
brought him a hair closer to the edge.  Having her legs pulled up made her 
cunt completely open to him.  He felt completely in control of her.  He 
fucked her more and more savagely.

Finally he could take no more.  He planted his cock deep into her and his cum 
spurted into her.  He lay heavily on top of her, feeling his cock spasm again 
and again.  This cum had a quieter, deeply satisfying feeling rather than a 
desperate ragged one.  He possessed her.  His soul was joined to hers.

Sally put her arms around him and hugged him crushingly to her.  She wanted 
all of him inside of her, not just his cock.

"Thank you, Master," she whispered.  "Thank you for using my cunt for your 
pleasure.  Thank you for giving me the punishment I needed."

Brad slipped out of her and rolled her onto her side.  He spooned up behind 
her, feeling the heat of her scorched backside hot against his thighs.

"You are going to be sore for a couple days," he told her.  "That will remind 
you of your place.  Tomorrow we'll put some lotion on it.  Right now, go to 
sleep.  Dream of your Master."

And she did.

End of Fantasy 6

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