Message-ID: <7979eli$9801310024@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/7979.txt> From: charl32@hotmail.com (Charlie) Subject: rp : deirdre - Older Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <charl32-3001982312350001@slctnt196.inquo.net> I am not the author - this is merely a repost 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. 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 periodicals and 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 Older by deirdre, 7/31/95 Yes it's true: I did get spanked at home when I was growing up. Mom's idea of punishment. Not just when I was little either--I think probably the last spanking she gave me was when I was about fifteen. She spanked my sister too, but as I think of it, she seemed to leave off spanking us both about the same time even though June, my sister, is two years younger than me. But that was some time ago. More recently, I was home a long weekend from college and went to visit Brad. No, I'm not interested in him, really: he lived next door when we grew up. I wanted to see how he was doing, and especially, I was curious about this woman he married. June told me the woman was twenty eight! Yes it was funny to see Brad in his own apartment, playing at being a grownup. His wife, Jennifer, played the hostess, and it was very strange: though Brad seemed to do his best to play the mature man, just seeing him there with that Jennifer reminded me more of a mother and son than a husband and wife. Jennifer was attractive, but she certainly didn't look any nineteen. Actually, she looked better than nineteen, and with her air of maturity, it was hard for me to see how she would become attracted to Brad. Brad! The guy who got into trouble with me so many times since first grade! "Brad *has* told me about the adventures the two of you had," she said. She probably didn't mean a thing by it, but coming from her, I just couldn't help but feel she was thinking of us as a couple of immature kids. "Yes, I suppose we did a lot together," I returned. I hoped she didn't notice the way I was staring at her. Brad and this woman! But she was friendly, and she actually suggested I come over for lunch the next day since Brad was going to be out. I didn't have a ready excuse and she seemed pleasant enough so I ended up agreeing. "Did you *like* Brad?" Her first question when we were settled at lunch. I had a sinking feeling. "We were *friends*!" She giggled. "I'm sorry," she said, looking very amused, "I'm not trying to give you the third degree or anything: I was just curious." I could see her smile was friendly and I relaxed. "I'm sorry, I guess I'm nervous." "Why?" And she looked genuinely intrigued. I didn't know what to say and sat there stupidly. She finally went on: "It wouldn't surprise me if you found him attractive. *I do*, you know. Didn't it *ever* occur to you to look at him romantically?" "Well, I suppose I considered it..." "And?" "Well, he was too much like a brother to me." It sounded cliche as soon as I said it, but I think it made my point. She smiled again, her friendly smile. "You know," she said her voice slightly lower as if she were telling me a secret, "he told me about your spankings." My mouth dropped open with that. What was she talking about? "What?" I said, numbly. "When you were a girl, I mean. And he told me you still got them when you were a teenager." Inside I cringed. Her smile *was* still friendly. Confidential? Why was she telling me this? How did Brad know? "I...what are you talking about?" I wanted to convince her she must be mistaken. She didn't seem to have any doubts! I was so taken aback, I didn't know *what* to do. "Did you like it?" "Like what?" I was confused. "The spankings! Did you like getting them?" Like getting a spanking? She was asking if I was a *masochist* or something! I couldn't believe this! "I'll bet it was nice!" "Nice?" I said, losing my voice. She giggled, "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm shocking you." Then she lowered her voice as if sharing a secret: "Listen: *I* could give you one." She was grinning! "One what?" Duh. "A spanking!" "Uh... I think I'd better go," I managed. "No!" she said, sounding agitated. "Don't go: just a minute and I'll show you something." As she said it she had started across the room. She turned on the TV and popped a cassette in the VCR. I should have been gone. I should have left right there, but I didn't: I must have been curious about what it was that she wanted to show me. I stared at the TV. The picture was of her, sitting right there where we'd been eating, on one of her kitchen chairs. She was giggling and smiling and wearing a mid-length skirt. Brad walked into the picture and then he lay right over her thighs, face down over her lap! I stared. He had a warmup suit on. She pulled his pants down over his rear leaving it bare! I still stared. On the TV, she was telling him how he'd been a naughty boy, then she started spanking him! She kept saying "You bad, bad boy," all the while she smacked his rear. Finally she stopped and said "Up," and he was immediately standing, rubbing his rear with both hands. His cock was sticking straight out. The picture changed. She was dressed differently, in jeans, and was standing in their living room. The camera panned over to the other side of the room, and there was June! Obviously someone was holding the camera whereas before it had just been sitting there. Jennifer appeared in the picture with June and took her hand and drew her across the room. The camera followed them to the kitchen. I was in shock. Jennifer sat on one of the chairs, and then pulled June down over her lap. In seconds she had June's shorts and underpants pulled down. She gave June's rear a couple of little slaps, giggled, and said "Bad little girls need a spanking." Then she started spanking her for real, saying over and over again, "You bad, bad girl." It ended like with Brad, June standing there, her pants down, rubbing her rear end. Then the picture changed again. It was their living room, and Brad and June and Mom were sitting there. They weren't talking or anything: they just looked like they were sitting there, relaxing: a little strange, really. Then Jennifer walked into the picture. She walked up to Mom, took her hand, pulled her to standing, then sat on the couch where she had been, but right on the edge of the seat. Then she pulled Mom down, laying over her lap! Mom just let her! I stared, transfixed. She lifted the back of Mom's skirt. Brad and June were both in the picture and they just watched! She pulled down Mom's underpants. "Have you been a bad girl today?" she asked, and giggled. She put her hand on Mom's rear, just holding it there. "Well, have you?" she went on. I heard Mom say something, one word, but I couldn't make it out. "Say it louder," responded Jennifer. She was rubbing Mom's rear now! "Yes," came Mom's voice. "And do you need a spanking?" She gave Mom's rear a little slap. "Yes!" "You don't *need* a spanking, do you? You *want* a spanking. Right?" "Yes!" "Ask for it," she said. She gave a couple more little pats, then I saw her reaching her fingers between Mom's thighs! "Please!" "Please what?" "Please spank me!" Brad and June were still watching her. "Would you say you've been bad?" "Yes! Yes! I've been bad. Please spank me! Please!" Suddenly, Jennifer gave her a hard wack. Mom jumped. "Did you like that?" "Yes!" "You want more?" "Yes!" "While June watches?" She didn't answer. "June's watching you, closely. You want *her* to spank you?" She still didn't say a word. Suddenly Jennifer was raining blows on her, spanking her repeatedly. Mom started moaning, and I swear, she came right there. I stared, in a trance. Jennifer giggled, and then pushed her off her lap. She collapsed in a heap on the floor. And the VCR went off as Jennifer zapped it with the remote. She turned to me and smiled: "Well, what do you think?" she asked. "Ready to add to the tape?" "I've got to go," I said, unbelievably nervously, and fled. Back at home, there was June. On seeing her, I couldn't help but think back to her on the tape. "Well, did she show it to you?" she asked. I stared at her. "Show what?" "The tape, stupid. What did you think?" "June! I can't believe..." "Did you try it?" She was looking at me so expectantly. Then her whole face dropped: she must have figured out that I didn't. "You should. You know, she'll let you do Brad." "June!" "You'll love it. You should feel the way his cock gets hard when you do it to him." I didn't answer: only stared at her. Finally she went on: "And she'll let you do Mom, too." -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/><http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>