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ALEX NEEDS A SPANKING
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By Terpsichore
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The room is darkened against the waning day and the heat, small shafts of light
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leaking into the room, making designs upon the walls and ceiling. I return
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from the kitchen with a glass of water, spilling a drop or two onto my naked
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flesh exposed by my loosening robe, the sash of the robe falling away as I walk
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toward you.
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You've been at it for hours, engrossed in your computer, with barely a grunt
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for me. Enough. I have learned your moods sufficiently to sense that you are
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nearly finished, so I will now take your attention. I feel petulant in the
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heat, hungry for you--and playful.
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I walk behind you and flick some drops of water at you. You turn to me, mild
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annoyance playing across your face, to be replaced by a wicked grin as you
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watch me trickle water onto my breast. Quickly you log off and turn back to
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me. I have not moved and your body is brushing against mine in this move.
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"Thirsty, Alex?" I ask, as you mumble something, your teeth and tongue and lips
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tease and suck at my nipple. You look up at me, puckishly, as you bite down
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just a bit hard.
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"Ouch!" I yelp, popping you on the head with my hand, and pull away. "For
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that, my pretty, you will suffer! Come with me, now."
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You follow me to a comfortable but sturdy chair, one we have picked for just
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such activity. I sit with knees slightly apart, to give me balance. You are
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not quite sure of the look on my face--it is the imperious, cold mask that
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still makes you uncomfortable. You're not sure if I am playful any more, but
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you obey. I have given you the hand signal that has allowed you to agree or
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decline.
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You watch me watching you undress. I catch your eye, raising a questioning
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brow. You realize your mistake and promptly lower your eyes to the serene 45
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degree angle I require. I can see your mental shift manifest into the body
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language that so entrances me, drawing a pleased and wicked grin from my
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pursing lips.
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You kneel at my right knee. Because the chair has been adjusted to just the
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right height, you can lie across my lap, hold your weight, and still place your
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penis between my thighs--which is what I indicate for you to do now.
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Can you feel my desire? Can you feel my heat? Ah, yes, my favorite barometer
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stiffens against my skin. I press you as close to my sex as I can, gently
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breathing deeper, almost tempted to forego this little treat. But no, I want
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to feel this.
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"So, Alex, my foolish little Sandro, you ignore me all day and then have the
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temerity to bite me?!" WHACK! I spank you with my bare hand so hard that I
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nearly bruise the palm. "No sweet warm up for you, my little smartass! Hah!
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When I get through with you, your ass will be downright stupid and you won't be
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able to sit at that damned computer for three days!" A whimper has escaped your
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lips--you are usually so good about no sound. But it is your whimper that I
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want.
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I reach under the chair for the hairbrush left from previous scenes and begin
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to beat your asscheeks soundly, sometimes changing the rhythm, soft, hard,
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caressing, brutal. Bright red, your ass is enflamed. And then blue bruises
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start to appear. Ah!
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But, I am also pressing your cock, and petting you with my left hand. I put
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down the brush, occasionally, to play with your exposed balls--and your
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wonderful, open, posterior entrance. Under the chair is lube, gloves, and
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condoms, all of which I avail myself. At one point, I have two fingers of my
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left hand prodding your prostate, while I continue to spank you with my right.
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Finally, I can deny my own pleasure no longer. You are hard and pulsing
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between my legs. With one final *whack!*, I push you off my lap, onto the
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floor. Before you can recover, I have applied a condom, straddled you, and
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taken your hardness into me, not needing any build up, ready for you, riding
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you, lost in the joy of your body in mine. You hold your hips still, for you
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know that that is what I like best in this position, but soon your own desire
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takes over and you begin to take your own pleasure with me--you know I like
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this especially, too.
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Between the two of us, there is now no Top, no bottom. We roll around the
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floor, changing position after I have cum at least once, loudly. Soon, I have
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another orgasm as you have yours, clutching you to me, hard, tender--as if I
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would take you completely into my body.
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It takes a while to recover, but kisses and embraces do not seem to cool our
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energy. We retire to the bed, 'just to lie down' for a little while. On the
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way, I swat your now sore butt again, giggle, and race ahead.
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"Why you . . ." I hear you say behind me as you grab at me and miss.
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Ah, a lovely night ahead. I do SO love being playful. . .heh heh!
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Terpsichore
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