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Subject: {ASSM} "Door"  by deirdre  (mf, ff, spank)  --  rp by H. Jekyll and PleaseCain
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Date: Tue, 17 Jan 2006 18:10:02 -0500
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"Door"  (MF, FF, Spank)

by deirdre


*****

NOTE: We are not the authors of this story. "deirdre" was the enigmatic
queen of Usenet sex stories in the mid-1990s. She posted 156 stories in
just over two years, using an anonymous remailer and apparently *never*
corresponding with anyone (though she did give permission to repost her
stories to non-commercial sites). She was last heard from in late April
1996. We will repost all 156 stories, with comments by her, in
alphabetical order, between now and the 10th anniversary of her
"retirement." We will very soon announce a "deirdre-fest" for this
Spring. Meanwhile, enjoy! 

To contact us: h_jekyll2000@yahoo.com, or PleaseCain@aol.com. 

*****

Disclaimer: my stories, like the private sex fantasies of many people,
often depict "breaking some rules". Do not read this story if you
believe fantasy stories should never depict situations undesirable in
real life. Be warned that you may not be comfortable with the sexual
situations. Be warned that my stories are kind of talky, often have
very little sex, and are judged by some readers to stop before the good
parts. Do not read this story if you are less than 18 years of age.

Permission granted to archive, repost, or publish in low-cost CD-ROM
archives of alt groups. Permission granted to publish in anthologies of
this type of material if attributed to deirdre and an author's payment
is sent to AIDS research in the name of deirdre. -- deirdre

Door

by deirdre, 1/10/95

I almost went up the steps... onto the back porch. They certainly would
have heard me and things probably would have been different. I happened
to see through the screen door before stepping on the first step. There
was Mrs. Addison sitting on a chair and Beth was laying face down over
her thighs! Beth was going to get a spanking!

I stared, not making a sound. Beth's pants and underpants were pushed
down and her rear was completely bare. I'd figured Beth was too old to
get a spanking--she was a year younger than me. I'd never gotten a
spanking, at least nothing like *this*--I didn't remember the last time
I'd ever gotten a spanking. Mrs. Addison was talking away, telling her
what- for, but I don't remember what it was about. She raised her hand
and brought it right down on Beth's rear. And again. I was like a
statue--I'm sure I couldn't have moved if I'd wanted to. She just
spanked her again and again.

Then she was done. I quietly slipped away. I thought about how lucky I
was and how mean Mrs. Addison was and wondered how Beth could stand it.
I figured it wasn't happening very often, but just the one time I saw
seemed like too much.

But soon I forgot about it--or at least never thought about it--until I
was about 17. I was laying in bed one night, almost going to sleep, and
suddenly I had the weirdest thoughts. Beth and I had gone swimming that
day. Laying there, an image of Beth popped in my mind--in her swimming
suit. I remember that vision of her back--her rear--right in my head.
Her swimming suit wasn't really that skimpy, but it certainly didn't
hide anything about the shape of her body. Then I remembered the
spanking. And I lay there, that vision of her in the swimming suit
coming back to me again and again, as well as the memory of that
spanking I'd happened upon. I wondered about myself the next day and
found myself thinking about her again that night as I tried to fall
asleep.

But that was a long time ago--before we went off to college. This is
about last night. I've been home on break and Beth and I went out. We
stopped at a club, meeting Don, whom we'd known in high school, and a
couple of Don's friends. We talked and danced some and drank and
generally celebrated. It was Beth's birthday--actually today is Beth's
birthday but she said she wanted to celebrate last night because today
she'll be doing the family thing. Finally, at about 12:30 we left and
started home.

"So Happy Birthday," I offered, "It's after midnight."

She giggled. "Yeah, do I look more grown up?"

"Oh, you're so old..." Then I don't know what made me say it--I guess
there's a part of me that looks for trouble: "Ready for your birthday
spanking?" I asked.

She immediately turned the car into a driveway. It was so sudden, I
felt caught by surprise. We weren't anywhere near home. She looked at
me for a few seconds, but I couldn't see her expression. "So you're
interested in spankings?" she asked me. I just froze not knowing what
to say. I didn't know what I expected, but certainly not for her to
make any kind of deal about it. Then she backed the car out and went
back the way we came.

We weren't headed for home anymore. "Where are we going?" I finally
ventured. She didn't answer; she just kept driving.

Finally she turned into a driveway. I had no idea where we were. There
were some lights on in the house. She got out of the car and told me to
come on. I still had no idea what was going on and just followed her,
more or less in a daze.

She rang the doorbell. The door opened and a woman looked out--she was
maybe forty or so. She looked bored. She took one look at us and turned
around and called: "Jeffrey!" Then she stood there and waited and a guy
came. He had long scraggly hair, blondish, and looked kind of young--I
would have guessed he was a freshman or sophomore in college. Very good
looking. He was dressed rather casually and looked at us.

"Oh, hi," he said. Beth walked in and I followed. The woman went back
into the living room. We walked by and I glanced in to see her watching
television with a girl who looked high-school aged. We followed the
guy, Jeffrey, down the hall and then downstairs into the basement. He
led us across a large area and then through a door into a small room
furnished with a bed made up like a couch--it looked like a little
bedroom that someone wanted to live in, or perhaps a guest room. He
turned around and sat on the edge of a chair and looked up at me.

"She's never done this," he said. He was talking to Beth as he looked
at me. I didn't say anything and neither did Beth. "Come, get down
here," he finally continued, patting the top of his thighs. I stared.
They were both looking at me. "Come on," he continued and smiled a
little, "we'll pretend you're turning ten today."

"I... I don't..." I started, but stopped and looked at Beth. She was
looking at me, watching my eyes, though she didn't say a thing. I could
just feel that she was expecting me to lay across Jeffrey's thighs. It
was so strange, the two of them looking at me expectantly, and me
feeling foolish for not going along.

I did it. I lay down there. I was looking at the floor and Jeffrey's
shoes and waiting for this guy that I didn't even know to spank me. The
last position I'd ever expect to let myself get into. "Don't worry," he
said, "it won't be bad."

He did it. He spanked me. I heard the sound and felt the pain. He
really didn't do it very hard and it didn't really hurt that much. And
he did it again. And more. I silently counted. Yes, he stopped at ten,
then helped me up. I stood there, looking at them. They didn't say
anything.

Beth reached under her skirt and pulled down her underpants, then she
kicked them off. Then she lay over Jeffrey's thighs just like I did.
"Let's

see, you're 22, aren't you?" he said. He raised her skirt and her rear
was completely bare. My heart was in my throat. He'd just spanked me
through my clothes. Now he'd pulled his belt out of his pants and
looped it double. He smacked her with it. Hard. I heard her breath
catch though she didn't vocalize a bit. He didn't pause, but started
smacking her rear over and over again. She just lay there, face down,
taking it. It was plain to see that he was swinging a *lot* harder than
when he had spanked me.

Suddenly he stopped. Beth just lay there, then looked up from her
position. He just sat there and she finally stood up and dropped her
skirt back over herself. He just sat there and Beth led me out of the
room. She hadn't retrieved her underpants. Back upstairs and past the
living room where the woman and the daughter were still there, watching
TV.

In the front yard I said quietly "What does *she* think?"

"Oh, they both *know*," Beth answered. I was aghast. We got in the car,
Beth sitting down gingerly. She didn't start it right away, but just
sat there. She didn't look at me, but just stared at the steering
wheel. I waited a minute for her to get started, but something kept me
from saying anything.

Then suddenly, she pulled up the front of her skirt and started rubbing
herself, frantically. She wasn't being the least bit shy about it or
trying to hide a thing. I stared, not believing it. She started
breathing harder and harder, just continuing to rub herself as if her
life depended on it.

My hand edged under my skirt. I slipped my fingers over the waste-band
of my underpants and started fingering myself. Beth just kept rubbing
and rubbing and breathing harder and harder. It was contagious or
something: I felt myself getting closer and closer to the verge. Then I
was coming-- and so was Beth; there was no doubt about *that*.

Then we were both just sitting there. I was catching my breath. I
wondered about the two of us, sitting there in the car like that. Then
Beth started the car and drove. Neither of us said another word the
whole time she drove. Then we were in her driveway and getting out of
the car. I felt I just had to say something--things were too weird--but
I couldn't make myself talk and I turned to go without either of us
having said a word. As I was walking away, she spoke: "Will you be back
home when it's *your* birthday?" I didn't turn or say a word.


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