belt, which held up her sheer, nude tinted, seamed hose.
“So you’re too discriminating to let me make love to you, are you?” Lionel brought his hand down hard on the exact center of her bottom. “And you say I’m rude!” Smack! His hand came down again, first on the right side, then on the left, then in the middle again.
“Remember, Jessie, you suggested this,” he told her, hooking his fingers under her waist band and tugging her fancy briefs down to reveal her perfect, blushing bottom. “Now, spread your thighs,” he ordered, pulling off her panties entirely, “you’re getting a real spanking.” And so saying he began to spank her very soundly, not neglecting to smack her tender thighs or hold her cheeks apart and spank her in between them as well, which drove her slightly mad with pleasure.
In a couple of minutes, Jessie became so wet with her own girlish essence that she began to smell deliriously provocative to Lionel. Spreading her labia gently with one hand he administered several light pats to her sex and brought his hand away wet.
“Explain yourself, young lady,” he demanded, sticking his hand under her nose. “Or I’ll have to punish you more severely,” Lionel threatened, jumping into his new role as bedroom disciplinarian with shrewd alacrity. Lionel was not an epicure like Peter, but neither was he entirely crude and he could not fail to link Jessie’s tangible excitement to the attentions he was paying her beautiful bottom. He had never been able to get a girl so wet so fast before. Not to mention the fact that the act of spanking her was more than enjoyable. He loved asserting himself over women.
“I’ll teach you to flick me with your ponytail,” he remembered with some satisfaction, as he brought his hand down vigorously on her already deeply reddened bottom. Meanwhile she was panting and squirming across his knee with every evidence of extreme pleasure. “Lie still,” he ordered at length, “I need to examine you.” Then she felt him pulling her open and inserting first one, then two fingers into her tingling sex. For a long time he held her down across his lap and alternated between masturbating and spanking her. Enraptured with this treatment, every thought of Peter fled and she gave herself up entirely to Lionel’s stern, probing hands.
Finally, he unzipped his trousers, bent Jessie over the sofa arm and using her natural slickness to lubricate her anus, began to penetrate her bottom while firmly spreading her apart. Taking women in the bottom was Lionel’s favorite way to have sex and he instinctively felt that if there was one woman who wouldn’t protest this intimate intrusion, it was Jessie. After all, she had asked for a spanking.
Jessie was shocked and afraid when she felt his intention. She balked and pulled away.
“Jessie, this doesn’t have to hurt. Just lie still and take what you’ve got coming like the bad little girl you are.”
“It will hurt!” she insisted. “I can feel how big you are!”
“I know what I’m doing. Besides, once you relax you’ll like it better than the other way.”
“But I’m afraid!” she tried to pull away again. But Lionel had lost his patience with arguing and instead placed his hand in the small of her back and administered a dozen hard smacks to her up thrust backside.
“Now, are you going to cooperate or am I going to have to take off my belt?” he threatened, causing a fresh tremor to run through her.
“I’ll cooperate,” she squeaked, squirming with a mixture of acute embarrassment and unadulterated lust as he once again separated her cheeks and fed his engorged cock into her bottom.
“Relax!” he ordered, smacking her sharply on the thighs several times. Jessie took a deep breath but could barely let it out for excitement and fear, for she really was a virgin this way. But little by little, Lionel, who was a skillful sodomizer, changed that status, giving her the full length of his cock before very much longer and allowing her to flutter to an unexpected climax during the first few minutes of deep insertion.
Having done this much, he then felt more than justified in putting all his mighty thrusting power behind the twenty or so subsequent plunges necessary to spur his own exuberant orgasm.
“We weren’t supposed to do that,” she observed a few minutes later, while they were setting themselves to rights.
“I hope you’re not sorry,” he told her fervently, grabbing her hands and kissing them. “I don’t think I’ve ever had a better time in my life.”
“I never meant for it to go so far,” she fretted, suddenly feeling horribly guilty about Peter.
“Well, what did you expect with an invitation like that?”
“Just some innocent thrills.”
“And wasn’t that exactly what we had?”
“Not really. You sodomized me.”
“Was that the first time?”
“Yes!”
“I told you it wouldn’t hurt.”
“It did hurt a bit, at first. But then even the pain seemed exciting. And then the pain disappeared and it just felt very naughty. And then I came.”
“And then I came. Isn’t nature wonderful?”
“Now you won’t respect me.”
“Nonsense.”
“You’ll talk about me all over school.”
“I’ll do nothing of the sort.”
“Now you think I’m cheap. Your kind always does.”
“What do you mean my kind? Are you being fresh again? Because I still have some energy left to turn you over my knee one more time.”
“But, did you enjoy it too?” she blurted out, flushing all over at the new threat.
“I’m telling you quite honestly that it was the best.”
“You were rather abrupt,” she critically observed. “Why, you didn’t even give me the opportunity to decline the sex. You slapped me harder when I tried to!”
“You didn’t really mind, did you?”
“I suppose I didn’t, really. But I hope you don’t act that way with every girl you go out with!”
“Every girl I go out with doesn’t ask for a spanking.”
“Oh, I’m sure that had nothing to do with your actions,” Jessie perceived. “After all, you were groping me before I discussed permissible liberties.”
“What are you saying?”
“With all due respect, you practically raped me.”
“Oh, nonsense. You were wetter than any girl I’ve ever seen in my life.”
“That’s not the point.”
“I think it is.”
“Perhaps I’m just perverse enough to respond to your rough attentions, in spite of myself. But I daresay your
