Friendly Fire

Chapter Three-3

Her host paused there, as if inviting her to say the safe word and stop the proceedings before her p***y was uncovered and a whole new level of vulnerability was declared. She moaned again, this time in aroused frustration, well-sensing what she was being asked, and almost resenting Avery’s careful insistence in her positive consent before each new stage of her mastering was embraced. At last, she murmured, “Please, take them all the way down.”

The dom replied, “Very well, then. After all, the flimsy little things are hardly covering any of what I need to spank, and what they are concealing has already revealed its feelings on the matter by how totally it has soaked them...” And then he got to feast his hungry eyes on the perfect floral glory of Alison’s p***y, its florid state of engorgement hardly concealed at all by her scant white-blonde pubic bush. He inhaled deeply, remarking, “My god, little one, you do smell ungodly sweet down there when you get turned on! I can hardly wait to enjoy an after-dinner taste, but we have a great deal of serious business to conclude before such enjoyments can be permitted.”

The thought that her ravenous p***y was in for being eaten out by her gorgeous host was thrilling news for our heroine. But as her panties settled around her knees in a visually delightful set of restraints below her perfectly turned ass and thighs, even more exciting was what Avery had in store for her now-totally sensitized rear end. He reached behind him on his desk to pick something up, and soon she felt its cool wooden surface stroking the very same ass cheeks his palm had impacted so smartly. She moaned again, as she realized what it was and instinctively begged, “Please, not the hairbrush...it hurts so much...just use your hand like you did the first time, and I promise I’ll be good!”

The dom laughed and retorted, “Oh, indeed you will, young lady, especially when I get through with having a nice long conversation with this lovely rear end I now have bared for action over my lap. And the time for being able to influence what is going to be happening to that part of you is past...except for one tiny bit of control you are going to be exercising. My right hand is going to be busy giving you a good sound spanking with the hairbrush just as your Mommy and Daddy did when you were little. But I will be doing something with my non-busy hand that I’m fairly certain they did not do, which is to play with your cute little p***y. I’ve discovered that the grip of my arm around the waist of naughty girls in order to reach them there serves the excellent purpose of holding their bottoms quite still, so that every spank falls exactly where I aim it. Your next dose will be over when you come again, though if that takes less than fifty spanks per bottom cheek, I may prescribe a two-orgasm threshold before your spanking is done. In any case, its length will be under your eventual control, in a certain way. Aren’t you glad?”

Well, in point of fact, Alison was absolutely glad about everything that was happening (though she suspected that unambiguous state was rapidly going to change once the hard wood started colliding with the soft skin of her buttocks). But she kept up her show of reluctance, in keeping with how a more normal girl would feel about such things happening to her helpless bottom, and replied, “I don’t think my gladness has much to do with anything here. You’re going to do what you think necessary, and I’m going to endure it, and that is that. So go ahead whenever you’re done tormenting me by making me wait for my fate!”

Avery proceeded to comply, responding, “Very well, as Madame, or should I say, Esquire wishes!” He then leaned forward and snaked his muscular left arm around Alison’s trim waist, appreciating its firmness and how delightfully that contrasted with the feminine swell of her hips. And in return, only redoubled in spades, his more-than-willing victim nearly swooned at feeling her body contained in his delightfully well-muscled arm. When the hand attached to it reached its goal and deftly slid into an obviously familiar grip on her vulva with its thumb encircling her c**t and its forefinger penetrating her v****a to massage her G spot, her reaction was not so much a swoon as an almost immediate second orgasm. Her delighted host stroked the adorable naked cheeks he was soon to belabor as this second ecstatic paroxysm worked its way through to its blessed conclusion.

“My Goodness, naughty girl, you certainly are a bit of a firecracker!” exclaimed the enthralled dom. But then he went on to assure his responsive companion that there was to be no more postponement of her fate, after which statement the hairbrush descended briskly to kiss the center of her left buttock.

A resounding crack echoed in the still air of the room, quickly followed by Alison’s startled soft soprano “Aahh!” as the magnitude of the pain she was about to endure fully registered. If Avery’s hard hand had stung, the seasoned hardwood of the hairbrush positively burned, causing the assaulted moon to quiver most energetically as it tried to accommodate this distressing new sensation.

Our heroine had been feeling mortified at how much of a pain slut she must seem to her handsome new beau, as well as trying to manage the complexity of her feelings at having her ass and p***y bared to a relative stranger. But the pain of her second spanking rapidly erased all such peripheral concerns from her highly trained legal mind. It became marvelously concentrated on the energetic intersection between expertly wielded wood and vulnerable bottom flesh. Avery took a much more vigorous approach to this second spanking, in contrast to the almost languid exploratory nature of the warm-up hand spanking that had begun their b**m explorations. And indeed, the rapid-fire application of a steady tattoo to alternating cheeks had Alison openly weeping within a minute, as well as drawing her back from anything close to a third orgasm.

The dom had wondered if his promising new submissive would continue to be as easily brought to climax once she experienced more severe erotic torment. And indeed, within the next ten minutes he managed to bring the two perfect buttocks wiggling and clenching so charmingly over his lap to a nice bright red as they accepted over fifty spanks each. But then he was once again pleasantly surprised as his lovely willing victim’s cries of pain almost immediately morphed to those of pleasure. Avery continued to spank away, focusing as was his wont at such moments on the most sensitive and erotically charged intersection of ass, thigh, and p***y for the last dozen plows delivered in time to Alison’s rhythmic plunges of an orgasm more powerful than any she had ever imagined. The spanks stopped as she collapsed nervelessly over his lap like a broken doll, totally spent and in a state of euphoria she imagined to be nothing short of heaven.