Friendly Fire

Chapter Three-2

Another moment of truth was at hand for our heroine. She felt herself trembling in some arcane combination of excitement and fear of impending pain as she docilely moved to comply, standing next to Avery as he indicated. He then said, “Bend over my thighs, Alison, so you can take your medicine like a good girl. I promise you’ll feel much better when it’s all over.” As she allowed him to guide her across his lap, the blonde lawyer felt a surge of helplessness, especially once her weight came off her own feet and entirely onto his massive muscular thighs and her head and arms hung down helplessly toward the richly colored dark oriental carpet. She found herself idly wondering whether her tears would stain it, since she had a hunch that her stern punisher would not settle for less of a response to his efforts than making her cry. In fact, she knew quite well that she wanted, perhaps even needed him to do just that.

Avery declared, “I want you to give me your right hand, Alison, to hold against the small of your back so you will not be tempted to use it to try to interfere with your spanking. However, I will insist that we determine a word you can say if you truly want me to stop what I am doing at any point. I get turned on by doing painful things to female bottoms only when I am quite sure that my subjects are totally willing for me to be punishing them. If at any point you feel convinced otherwise, I would want you to speak your safe word, and whatever is going on will be stopped immediately.”

The prostrated blonde thought carefully about this, surprised that a part of her rebelled against the idea and wanted to give this ravishing man carte blanche to, well, ravish her. But she felt in no position to argue, and so replied, “Well, I suppose ‘Macguffin’ is a word I’m not likely to let slip unintentionally, so we’ll go with that.”

Avery chuckled at the choice, correctly recognizing that he was being tested once again. He smiled at the reflection of the beautiful woman bent over his lap and replied, “Well, I guess that makes you the Mistress of Suspense, doesn’t it? A clever device, my dear, but not a choice that will save the heroine’s backside from what it has coming to it unless it is spoken aloud…I guess that would be your deus ex machina if in fact a mechanism were to become necessary to save the day…”

Alison was indeed delighted that her massive clean-shaven dominant had caught the Hitchcock reference in her choice. Clearly once again, this was a true contender for the most captivating man she had ever met, in more ways than one, she suspected. Her restless mind loved his wry intelligence, even as her body was turning somersaults over how sexy she found his body, let alone what was about to be happening to hers at his able hands. This guy seemed to ‘get’ her on so many levels that it was frightening...but right now, something else was about to ‘get it’. And apparently that part of her could hardly wait, judging by the embarrassingly moist state between her legs, as he was soon going to discover if he couldn’t already scent the olfactory evidence of her fierce arousal.

Avery proceeded to take over the proceedings, just as Alison most fervently desired, “Very well, naughty girl, here is how things will go for the next very long interval of time. First, I will deliver a nice friendly warm-up hand-spanking to this adorable little bottom beckoning so charmingly on my lap. I like to administer my very first spanking through a layer of clothing, which in most cases would be panties. But since the audacious lass over my knee elected to preempt that possibility by wearing a thong, let alone by foregoing the rest of her underwear completely, an adjustment will have to be made. So I will deliver your initial chastisement through your skirt. Once I am satisfied that a proper impression has been made, we will raise said garment and lower said thong to rest around your knees. This is in part because I find it ungodly sexy to see a bared bottom above a scrap of clothing that once protected it. In the other part it is in order to restrain restless legs from kicking as enthusiastically as they otherwise might in response to the rather challenging stimulus being administered to their next-door neighboring parts. And from there on, events will transpire depending on your responses to these initial forays into our exciting new shared world.”

During this extremely exciting account of events soon-to-come, the contractor’s large warm right hand was gently, firmly stroking his rapt companion’s buttocks through their thin silk covering, which all of a sudden seemed even more insubstantial. His left hand held her right wrist comfortably pinned against the small of her back, holding her down quite effectively as she writhed slightly in response to her growing arousal. And once the talking was done, his right hand gently withdrew from its contact with its future targets, leaving Alison in delicious suspense. And then the waiting was over, as it descended to deliver a shockingly painful spank to the very center of her femininely-substantial right buttock. She surprised herself by yelping at the blow, as much from surprise as pain.

Then a second equally hard blow was delivered to her left moon, also causing her to squeak in a most undignified manner (not that she imagined that dignity was to characterize very much of what was going to happen to her that evening). Alison was then surprised yet again, as her tingling backside was suddenly exposed to the cool evening air as Avery drew back her skirt to expose the feminine orbs he had just spanked. She then felt his bare flesh on her own for the first time, as his index finger gently stroked the outline of the results of the first two collisions between his right palm and its targets. He traced the marks gently, murmuring, “Such perfect moons, pristine ivory now bearing nice pink handprints...just like the cave painters in Lascaux, leaving their mark on the walls next to their work...it seems such a shame to erase my own prints so soon, but the necessities of disciplining naughty girls will require overwriting these from their canvases many times over, unless I overestimate the badness of their owner...”

And then the respite ended, as the skirt was allowed to settle back over the delightfully quivering female buttocks in question, and their first erotic spanking proceeded without further pause. This was clearly the real deal, thought our impossibly aroused heroine, as her body writhed over this gorgeous man’s rock-solid thighs while his hard right hand fiercely kissed her backside over and over again. There was no doubt Avery knew exactly what he was doing, methodically working his way around the squirming nether moons of his lissome guest. Every spank drew an involuntary yelp from her, shocked that over a decade since her last spanking, and nearly two since the last time a man had her over his knee to be punished, it still hurt just as much. Only this time she was not a horrified teenager or a frightened girl, but a grown woman who was getting exactly what she had asked for and found it more of a turn-on than she had ever dreamed possible.

Perhaps a dozen resounding slaps to Alison’s silk-clad behind had echoed in the still summer air of the study when she shocked them both by suddenly, and quite mortifyingly loudly, she burst into the most intense orgasm of her life by an order of magnitude. Avery continued spanking her as her entire body convulsed fetchingly over his lap, though he softened his blows and focused them on the wonderful place at the bottom of her rear end where hips, buttocks, and thighs all came together in the erogenous core of all women who love to be spanked. His hand’s kisses to her behind decrescendoed with her moaning cries of ecstatic release, until by the time she collapsed limply over his knees he was cupping her p***y, which had soaked not only her thong but also the silk skirt overlying it.

Alison burst into post-orgasmic tears, a lifetime of impossibly complicated feelings of both trauma and erotic longing for its repair suddenly finding their culmination over Avery’s lap and under the careful ministrations of his hand. He was himself awash in powerful emotions, well-aware how rare this gem of a woman he had just spanked to an unprecedented non-genital-touch mediated orgasm. This was someone unbelievably special in an astonishing wealth of ways, intelligence, beauty, sense of humor, and now a phenomenal level of responsiveness to just the kind of s****l attention he most enjoyed bestowing. The dom was well aware that the majority of women would find totally traumatic and repugnant most or all of the painful attentions he delighted in bestowing on willing rear ends. So such finds as our heroine was shaping up to be were unimaginably precious, and he vowed that he would make it his business to treat her so that she had no doubts as to how privileged he felt to be granted her trust.

Avery gently stroked Alison’s barely-throbbing bottom through its flimsy silk covering as she finished her cry. She loved the feel of his giant hands on her ass, and how small and girlish she felt suspended over his lap. And the blonde lawyer was delightedly shocked at how deliciously tempestuous her inner world became as the totally bearable pain of her brief spanking infiltrated her body, sending lightning bolts straight to her c**t with every collision of the clean-shaven contractor’s hard right palm with her much softer buttocks. She knew that a surface had just barely been scratched, so to say, and that she wanted almost desperately to go deeper, explore more of this dangerous, fascinating territory this masterful man had pioneered with her.

The dom judged that enough recovery had been permitted and that it was time for his next move. He inquired, “So, tell me, little one, if that very small spanking was enough punishment for such a very naughty girl whose lovely rear end has gone unchastised for far too long?”

Alison was immediately aware that she was being asked to grant her permission for exactly what she had been longing for. But she also sensed that a dance needed to be negotiated here, for both of their sakes, and that her ‘reluctant’ assent was far sexier for each of the involved parties than if she had acquiesced as fervently as she actually felt. So she sighed and thought a moment before replying, “Well, it seems that my great and powerful Master knows better than I do what I need in this arena, so I suppose I will have to defer to his wisdom...after all, naughty little girls like he named me could not possibly be very expert in what ought to be happening to their rear ends, right?”

Avery’s bass chuckle rumbled through the still air of the study as he allowed himself to appreciate the spirit of his lissome companion just as much as he had been enjoying her responsive body. He then retorted, “My goodness, not only is she naughty, but she also has quite a smart mouth on her to boot! That makes me even more certain that the opposite end of her body will need to smart orders of magnitude more than it already has just to balance things out, don’t you agree, young lady?”

Alison allowed herself to laugh as much in relief as in mirth at their exchange, and turned her flushed face to catch her host’s gaze as she responded, “Whatever you deem necessary for my proper correction, oh-so-kind Sir, I guess will be my fate.”

And thus the next phase of their negotiation was sealed. The massive dom sighed in satisfaction as he announced, “Very well, then. First of all, I’m afraid this wicked rear end is going to have to be completely bared for its next dose of natural consequences for its owner’s naughtiness. After all, I intend to punish her, and not her clothing, for her wicked ways.” Alison then felt her still-slightly throbbing nether moons awaken to the relative coolness of the room air as her skirt was withdrawn and allowed to fall down over her torso. Next, she moaned slightly as Avery’s large calloused forefingers slid under the waistband of her black silk thong at its sides. This final garment of her lower body was then slowly, tantalizingly lowered over the slightly tenderized skin of her buttocks until it was bunched just below them, still covering her crotch.