“I suppose we don’t want to offend Lionel,” Peter reflected seriously.
“But I certainly don’t want to offend you either!”
“Oh, don’t worry about me,” he reassured her. “I wouldn’t think of rushing you into a commitment when we’ve only known each other six weeks.”
“Oh, Peter, you’re so understanding.”
“Jessie, may I speak quite frankly without offending you?”
“Of course.”
“For the sake of your reputation at school, soft peddle the free love stuff while you’re out with Lionel.”
“I will,” she agreed thoughtfully, “or else he might think I’m easy and try something.”
“Jessie, he’ll try something in any case, but if you manage to look like the injured party rather than the - forgive me - sexy little piece that you are, you’ll find it easier to control the situation in the long run.”
“Do you really think I’m sexy, Peter?” Jessie glowed with pleasure and unconsciously wriggled in the tight, lacy one-piece foundation garment.
“I think you’re naughty,” he replied. Jessie blushed at this accusation, wondering where it would lead.
“Me? Oh no!” she demurred, her heart throbbing with anticipation.
“No? You don’t think it’s naughty to practically have an understanding with one man then make a date with another?”
“But, you said you weren’t upset about that, Peter.”
“I’m not upset, but I do think that we’d both feel much better if I were to give you a good spanking for making that date.”
Jessie sat absolutely speechless while he took her wine glass away, removed his jacket and rolled his sleeves to the elbow. She had never felt such a blissful sensation in her life as the first moment he turned her over his knee. Peter had a comfortable lap and large hands, one of which curved around her small, corseted waist, to hold her firmly in place while the other rested dormant on the rise of her perky bottom. She could feel how large his hand was as he rested it on the seat of her skirt, almost covering it, for Jessie was rather slim hipped. He patted her lightly, sending thrills through her entire body with the touch of his hand.
Then he began to spank her, quickly and rhythmically, on either cheek, with a firm, sound stroke that caused a startled little “Oh!” to escape her lips the first few times his palm came down. The sounds she made thereafter were confined to pretty sighs and whimpers as the spanking progressed. Jessie had no desire to struggle away from her captor as the girls did in the movies. It felt too delicious to do anything but lie across his lap like a good little girl and take her spanking.
Peter had intended to stop after 20 or so swats, as they’d seen in the movie that evening, but when he saw how transported the spanking left Jessie, he carried on in the same style for a good twenty-five minutes, until he could feel the heat rising through her skirt. From the sounds she made and the way she wriggled and ground against him, Peter was certain that she was deriving many benefits from her spanking and felt deeply privileged to be the first one to bestow these upon the sweet girl.
Meanwhile, he himself was not unmoved. It felt exquisitely erotic to have the darling Jessie in this position, her tender sex pressed flat against his own burgeoning erection, through several discreet layers of clothes. He adored her bottom. And it was exhilarating to discover that he possessed the power to arouse her to such a degree. For never in the course of his (rather modest) love life, had he inspired such a vibrant response. He had always believed that spanking wasn’t for children. Now he knew why.
“I think that’s enough for now,” he told her gently, finally pulling her up. She looked dazed and seemed to shudder when she looked at him. Then she smiled and put her arms around his neck.
“That’s enough spanking for now,” she corrected him, offering him her lips.
The next week was dreadfully confusing for Jessie. Friday night held her date with Lionel Albrecht in Boston and she couldn’t help feeling guilty about not breaking it off in view of what had happened between her and Peter. But at the same time she had begun to wonder whether she could get Lionel to give her a spanking too. He seemed so naturally severe that the possibility did not seem nearly as remote as it had with pleasant, kindly Peter. But how to plant the suggestion in his head?
Jessie’s parents lived in a large duplex apartment in Back Bay and it was to this residence she returned on nights when she attended the theatre in Boston. On this particular weekend, Jessie’s parents were out of town, a fact that was not lost on Lionel as he asked to be invited in for a nightcap.
With a rapid pulse, Jessie offered him a brandy and sat down beside him on the loveseat facing the fire, which he had just lit. Possessing none of Peter’s style or circumspection, within three minutes he was groping Jessie’s firm, high bosom and running a hand up her leg.
“No!” Jessie said, pushing his hands away and moving away from him on the couch as much as possible.
“No?” he looked abashed. Lionel wasn’t used to spending fifty dollars on a date and not getting something.
“Did you think I was that easy?” she pretended to be highly ruffled.
“I thought all Sarah Lawrence girls were broad-minded.”
“Possibly, but not undiscriminating,” she replied coolly.
“Hey, what’s the matter with me?”
“First of all, you’re rude. If attacking a girl is your idea of sophisticated seduction, you’re sure to be rebuffed by any woman worth seducing,” Jessie informed him.
“Humph,” Lionel grunted, “you seem to know a lot about it. I assume you have been successfully seduced in the past?”
“You shouldn’t assume any such thing, Mr. Albrecht!”
“No?” Lionel smiled at the idea of this quietly sophisticated young woman being a virgin.
“You might ask me what I consider to be permissible liberties,” she temptingly suggested, emboldened by the several glasses of wine she’d consumed at the cafe after the theatre.
“Permissible liberties? Yes, do tell.”
“Well, I will permit myself to be kissed, bitten lightly on the shoulders and– spanked.”
“I’m sorry, did you say spanked?”
“Even a virgin can enjoy these innocent sensations, Mr. Albrecht.”
“Call me Lionel,” he said, removing his jacket and tie and taking her in his arms to kiss her. Jessie was amazed that he hadn’t balked at her strange request and wondered as he kissed her and nibbled her ear lobes, whether he would remember to spank her as well.
Hot thrills exploded inside her as he lightly bit her shoulders, which were exposed by her sweetheart-cut cream velvet gown. Lionel, who was far from a brilliant conversationalist, did know how to handle women and soon had Jessie squirming.
