are your father’s daughter, I’ll say that. Your mother’s too,” he mused, striding towards the door.
“Where are you going?”
“Out to cut a switch!” He fished his Swiss Army knife out of his pocket and exhibited it to her. Then he was out the door.
Lupe paced with indecision for a moment or two, then followed him out into the woods. The rain had abated to a drizzle as the afternoon waned. It was growing chillier by the moment but the woods were glorious in red and gold and Lupe savored the snap in the air. She found Clarence a few seconds later, searching for a dry twig.
“I don’t want a switching. They’re supposed to really hurt!” she protested.
“We’ll soon find out,” he promised, moments before seizing upon a perfect specimen, dry beneath a pile of sticks. He began to trim it with his pocketknife.
“I didn’t want to do it with Hector, but he virtually forced the issue.”
“Are you saying that he raped you?”
“No. Of course not. I was more apathetic than resistant, to be fair to Hector. But I’m sure you’ll agree that only a cad in embryo would take advantage of a cruelly abandoned, lovesick girl.”
“Sophistry. You could have said no thank you. Hector is a Philistine, not a Neanderthal. Now come over here!” Clarence found a proper fallen log to thrust her over and let fly with the switch across the back of her wool pants smartly enough to make her shout.
“Ow! No more!” she struggled to break away but he held her fast to the fallen trunk. Swish! Another swat landed painfully. Lupe shrieked and tried to pull away. “Clarence, that really hurts! No!” Again the switch struck with an awful sensation. Tears sprang into her eyes as she attempted to jerk free of his hold. “No more!” Another swat fell and again she wailed aloud. Her sobs soon filled the forest as he delivered the final two of six hard strokes. When he let her go she ran stumbling back to the cabin, her face wet with tears and rain.
He stalked in a moment after her and was surprised to see her curled up in a small ball of tears on the hearth rug.
“Did it really hurt so badly?” he attempted to fold her in his arms.
“Yes!” she protested, thrusting him away. Feeling more sorry for herself by the moment Lupe indulged in a fit of hysterical sobs.
“I’m sorry I was harsh,” he vowed, brushing the hair from her damp face to kiss her. “I suppose I didn’t realize how severe the switch could feel to a small girl like you.”
“Would you like to feel how it felt?” Lupe abruptly stopped sobbing. “Because I’d really like to give you the same six of the best that you just gave me and see how you like it!”
“Oh, Lupe,” he hugged her, “you’re so cute.”
“Don’t! That really hurt like hell. I never thought of you as a sadist, Clarence. Until today.”
“Lupe dear, I have apologized,” he said with a slight trace of impatience. “Now stop being such a baby before I give you another spanking!” This warning elicited such a pretty pout that he seized her by her long, black ponytail, pulled her towards him and kissed her hard. “I’ll teach you to let other men have you!” He took her to the bed and pulled her clothes off. When she tried to resist or hold on to various articles of apparel he slapped her hands away or slapped her lightly on all the parts of her body that became exposed.
Bestowing a few light spanks on her small, round, upstanding bosom when he’d removed her lacy brassiere had an unexpectedly stimulating effect on Lupe, who had never thought much about her breasts beyond acknowledging how charmingly they filled out her sweaters and looked in a sweetheart cut gown. Although not a girl to enjoy her nipples pinched, the feel of his admonitory pats on the fleshiest portions of her bosom inflamed her with submissive sensations. She whimpered but deliberately thrusts her breasts towards him, unmistakably asking for more.
“I’m glad you seem to realize how much you need to be beaten,” Clarence murmured, while lightly pinkening her creamy, cherry tipped orbs with tender spanks.
The next thing she knew he was pulling off her last remaining garments. Then sitting on the bed he pulled her down across his lap. He made her arch up and present her silken black Venus mound. He told her to hold still. Then curving one hand around her waist, he began to spank her sex quite lightly with the other. The result was immediate intense and panting arousal. She wriggled so violently that he had to press down quite firmly with the other hand to hold her in place.
Pausing in the spanking of her pussy, Clarence began to exquisitely torment her with long periods of examination and probing, consisting of him spreading her labia to glimpse her dewy excitement, then plunging several fingers into this well of darling, young femininity. Lupe writhed and wriggled across his lap.
Finally he turned his attention to her equally fascination second portal of pleasure. The process of examining and probing her from this angle was even more rewarding. She had such a perfect, tiny bottom hole that he got a thrill just looking at it. Utilizing her natural wetness as a lubricant, he inserted his middle finger into her anus. Plunging it deeply inside her, he felt her clamp down on it hard. Pulling it free he spread her and spanked her bottom hole.
“Oh my god!” she cried at the one thing that always sent her over the edge. “You can’t!” she protested weakly for form’s sake. It was too humiliating. Now he would realize exactly how submissive she was.
“Hold still,” he warned her, keeping her cheeks spread with one hand and continuing to spank her anus with the other, less delicately by the moment. “Since this isn’t your pussy I don’t have to be nearly as gentle with you. Do I?”
“I don’t know,” she moaned in confusion, shrinking from the increasing though far from unpleasant sting of his punishing palm between her cheeks.
“I’m going to take you there.”
“Take my bottom?” she turned to him.
“I’m sure it wouldn’t be the first time its been done,” he sighed, pulling her up and into his arms.
“There it always feels like the first time.”
“Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing.”
“Yeah, I noticed how expert you were with that switch,” Lupe blithely retorted.
“You deserved for it to be real.”
“I don’t want to be in love with a martinet,” Lupe mused, allowing her throat to be nuzzled and her earlobe bitten.
“Oh no? You’ve been looking sad all week. And I think it’s because you missed me,” said Clarence, squeezing her small waist.
“So you noticed and still remained a hard, cold thing? Oh Clarence, how could you be so cruel to me?” she lay her head against his chest and murmured.
“Lupe, your behavior has been far worse than mine! Picking up a stranger at the Vault while you were there as my date was bad enough. But then you compound the insult by surrendering yourself to a second and even more insolent male, right here on campus, that I now have to worry about cutting me out every chance
