From tuegate.tue.nl!news.nic.surfnet.nl!sun4nl!EU.net!howland.reston.ans.net!pipex!news.maz.net!haegar.allcon.net!usenet Fri Nov 25 17:15:48 1994 Path: tuegate.tue.nl!news.nic.surfnet.nl!sun4nl!EU.net!howland.reston.ans.net!pipex!news.maz.net!haegar.allcon.net!usenet From: sven@allcon.net (Sven Dirks) Newsgroups: alt.sex.spanking Subject: STORY Kelly (2 of ???) (F/F) Date: 25 Nov 1994 06:22:14 GMT Organization: AllCon GmbH, Flensburg Lines: 144 Message-ID: <3b3vqm$hlo@haegar.allcon.net> References: <3b1u9h$5e4@haegar.allcon.net> <3b2h4q$mav@newsbf01.news.aol.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: lute.allcon.net X-Newsreader: WinVN 0.92.1 Hi Darla, >Oh Sven...this is wonderful!! Please post the rest of the chapters! Well, who am I to refuse? Here's part 2 As the title implies - here's a story with explicitly sexual content. For those who take offense at such things - don't read on, but please don't force your views onto others. For those who like to read about young girls bottoms getting forcefully reddened - enjoy. Comments are welcome, four more chapters are waiting to be released to the A.S.S. family. The story may be stored and forwarded but not commercially published without my written consent. ----------------- >< ----------------------- >< --------------------- Allison Allison Stevens placed the folder carefully on the sideboard, where her mum would find it later. With slow, almost defiant movements she opened the manila cover, displaying yet another 'f' in maths. She was well aware of the fact that if her grades didn't improve within the next few weeks, she would have to repeat the class. Her parents insited that she finish High-School, with good grades. She was then to go on to a fine College in the East, something that made her cringe at the thought of it. Her love and aim were horses. Not the silly, teenager kind of attachement, but real affection for the big animals as well as a keen, talented desire to work with and around horses. She walked upstairs, wondering for the millionth time what three people could possibly do with more than twenty rooms. Her father was hardly ever home, maintaining a flat in Houston as well as one in Austin, where his business interests kept him most of the week. It was for her mother that the house had been bought, her mother, who was proud of the one eighth of an Indian still her blood. Her mother, who hated crowds and crowded places. Her mother, who had headaches all the time, who worked herself silly in order to proove she was just as good as anyone, selling land and houses nobody really wanted to buy, at least not at the prices she was asking. Allison sat down at her desk, crying a little, before she wearily pulled out books and pens in order to do her homework. Two hours later she heard the door slam, much earlier than she had expected. Her heart picked up several beats, and within second the fierce cry she had been expecting rose from the lower floor. "Allisooooooon !" She didn't even bother to answer. Heavy steps could be heard on the stairs, then the knob on her door was viciously turned. The door flew inwards, and her mother stood inside the frame. "What is this ?" she demanded to know, redfaced and puffing. "You know what it is," Allison replied, "it's another f in maths." "Don't you smartmouth me, Allison Stevens, I know full well what happened there again. I was far to lenient with you in the past six weeks. Seen them bloody horses again instead of doing what's good for you !" "No, it's not true, I simply don't...." "Come off it," her mother interrupted, still wildly in rage, "have we ever done anything, I mean ANYTHING, in order to deserve this - straight f's the whole year. When I was a child ..." "I know, I know, straight A's all the time, only the reports are lost, aren't they ?" Allison no longer cared. She knew what was going to happen. She knew she would protest and argue, and in the end she would obey, as usual. "You, You..... you badmouthed, irresponsible little bitch, I'll teach you to talk to you mother in such ways !" "Oh no, please," Allison pleaded, "I'm sixteen, I'm too old for this." "Pah, too old, too old, never too old until you finish school with decent grades. As long as I pay your keep you do as you're told." "But, but, I tried, it's not that I don't try. I just don't understand maths. All the other grades are good, aren't they ?" "You don't want to understand. Look at me - without maths I'd have to close shop within three days. No, no, no, it's time I taught you some manners. Get those dirty jeans off your bum !" Allison protested some more, all the while nestling with the buttons of her jeans. Still pleading she pulled them down her firm legs and threw them into a corner. The knickers followed suit. "I'm sixteeeen, dammit," she cried out. "And I'm thirtysix, dammit," her mother shouted right back, "bend over that chair or I'll give you double." Allison knew her mother meant it, so she pulled her chair and bent over it's back, resting her elbows on the seat. Her wellsized, round bottom was quivvering as Mrs. Stevens opened the top drawer of her daughters chest of drawers. She pulled the small, flexible leather paddle which she always used, and without bothering to close the drawer again she stood behind Allison. Marvelling once again at the firm, youthfull roundness which she herself no longer posessed, she raised the paddle and let fly, administering the strong leather kisses with a steady rhythm. Allison wailed and howled in shame and pain, but Mrs. Stevens continued quite unperturbed with fierce, smacking blows. The paddlemarks could be seen as red blooming patches which soon merged. Allison settled into the punishment once the first numbness had set in, snivveling, but no longer howling in earnest. Lately there had been something else beside the shame when her mother made her take a long, hard spanking. Desperately hoping her mum wouldn't notice the moist swelling of her labial lips Allison emitted a few more token wails and many pleas for mercy. When it was over Allison rose quickly, panting as much as her mother. "You don't think I have finished with you yet ?" Allison, feeling quite silly standing there half naked with a screeching red bottom, shook her head. "Oh, no, you won't, please ?" Her mother held a viscious looking instrument in her hand, a martinet with a short, stout grip and twenty flat leather thongs. "Oh yes I will, ten with that will teach you to bring me f's !" "But that huuuurts," Allison protested, a fear knot in her stomach. "It's supposed to. Get on the bed." "Oh no, no, pleeeease," now full of tears. "You will get double. And if you're not on that bed within ten seconds it will be triple !" Crying in earnest Allison clumsily mounted her bed. She knelt on all four, facing the wall, her feet hanging over the edge. With an effort she spread her knees far apart and bent forward and down until her rear was tightly stretched, knowing her mother wouldn't have it any other way. Her private parts were obscenely spread, increasing the shame and humiliation. Wanda Stevens noticed the swollen wetness with satisfaction, though she wouldn't dream of telling her daughter so. She pulled the biting thongs through her hands and swiftly brought them down on her daughters waiting arse. The eerily quiet hiss was drowned by Allisons wailing protests. Waiting until her daughter had settled again Mrs. Stevens toyed with the instrument. She then delivered blow after blow, quickly, because this would make it easier for the victim in the end. Allison was still desperately rubbing her scorching nates when her mother quietly closed the door behind her, hiding the satisfied smile as she went. Sven Dirks sven@allcon.net ----------------------------------------------------------------------//-- AllCon GmbH, Lise Meitner Str. 2, D-24941 Flensburg // Telefon : +49-461-9992-162, Fax: +49-461-9992-165 // Gastlogin: +49-461-90393-20 (analog) und -40 (ISDN) login: gast // Infoseite: http://www.allcon.net/people/sven.html // -----------------------------------------------------------------//-------