The Storyteller

Chapter One-2

Again, she screamed and opened her eyes to find herself staring at the ceiling. She was gasping for breath as the final throws of her magnificent orgasm were played out and she was alone as usual.

She literally staggered from the bed toward the mirror, with her stomach still heaving and her lungs fighting for more air. More than anything else, she wanted to get toward the glass image and inspect the damage, but once more there was none. Her ass was not bruised or blistered as she anticipated There were no broken capillaries turning her crimson, but the usual untanned cheeks she was so familiar with greeted her.

“Ow!”

It was then she heard the noise, coming from the other side of the wall.

“Ow!”

Again she heard it. This time she was certain she heard a loud whap, like wood against flesh.

More screams came, followed by the unmistakable sound of two people making a serenade with the bed springs. Someone next door was spanking and f*****g.

Though it was an obvious intrusion, she listened, stunned she was able to hear. She truly hoped that her own exploits, now and later, could likewise not be heard next door.

Standing there naked, in her own bedroom, she felt the call to masturbate yet again, but she was spent. The sounds, however, were a distinct turn on and biting her lip, she had the compulsion to clap when everything subsided. The silence then, was all but unbearable.

She shut off the bedroom light and waited naked in the darkness, now hearing only the sound of her own intense breathing. Her abdomen ached and she feared she was in no position to finger herself yet again, no matter how badly she wanted to, but she knew it would happen. If not, as she was too exasperated to call upon extraordinary strength, she knew she would at least dream, and in those moments the internal flooding would rise up again.

It was then a new inspiration came to her. Instead of more finger action, she thought one better. She staked out the window, on the offbeat chance of getting a glimpse of the spanker and spankee, should they emerge or the recipient not be spending the night.

She did not have to wait long, for she saw a young woman walking toward her car. Walking? Limping more like, while rubbing her ass through her pants all the while. She did however seem happy with her condition.

“I wonder what it will feel like when she sits down in her car.” Blair questioned softly to herself, but there was no way to find out.

With that thought in mind, she fell upon the bed and pulled herself naked beneath the sheet. She was too worn to get cleaned up and too tired to provoke herself to yet another exploding orgasm.

She did not dream.

The next day was Saturday, and it was two days before classes started, but she was still drained from her actions of the past evening. She decided, however, she would finally pay a visit to her neighbor, but not right away. She was hoping rather than ringing the door bell, she would encounter him offhand, so not to look too eager or curious.

She made a pretense of coming and going to her car at varied times, so he would hear the door open and shut. This produced no such luck. She found herself constantly wanting to put on her bikini and parade her body by the pool, praying the mysterious stranger would be there and he would find her ass as spankable as that of his night caller. Again, as far as she could tell, there was no such luck. Going back to her place, she undressed, showered, and put on new street clothes, considering but turning down the temptation to finger herself yet again. It was time.

Blair went next door and rang the bell.

It took a moment before a middle aged man answered. He was neither homely nor handsome, but looked like every third man one would pass on the street. He seemed to be about 40.

“I’m your new neighbor,” she announced and extended her hand. “I’m Blair.”

“Darren Foster,” he responded as he took her hand in his. Instantly, she found herself thinking how hard that hand was. Though during the disruptive night before it had sounded he used a paddle as a weapon, something was very clear just by his grip. He didn’t need one. That hand could bring anyone to tears.

“Come in,” he offered. “I was fixing burgers, so maybe you would like to eat?”

Blair accepted the invitation, but what happened in the time to come was foggy when she looked back upon it. She was certain no drug had been slipped into her food, for Darren showed no signs of predatory ambition. There was a load of dull conversation. In fact, there were hours of it. She spoke of Bisbee and her desire to move to the big city. He spoke of his day job as a real estate salesman, and how he preferred an apartment over a house, because he spent the money he made on world travel rather than a mortgage. They spoke of likes and dislikes and were growing captivated with each other in spite of a blatant age difference. This, however, was no dream state, but it seemed to be. Blair felt herself under water, as if still in the swimming pool, as the words became increasingly garbled.

Three things did not enter the conversation. Neither spoke of Blair’s frenzied rub-off session in her bedroom. The topic of the unidentified submissive painfully walking toward her car after what was obviously a s****l game did not pop up. Nor did Blair’s mysterious mental twists, where dominance and pain overruled her usual thoughts of standard s*x.

Then, Blair said it.

“Would you like to make out?”

The fog enveloped her and what transpired next would be even hazier within her memory, but the answer was obviously yes. Being older and wiser, Darren even kept his own supply of condoms and with very little foreplay, was on top of her.

She felt the shielded prick reaming her out like a rake handle. She was surprised this mild-mannered looking Everyman was so large and knew how to use his God-given equipment so well. She was screaming. Literally, screaming. There was no pain, but untold and unbridled passion. As he stiffened and exploded within the condom, she felt the warmth, but there was no squirt into her as she had felt before. She had been younger and dumber. She was lucky the few times she did it, she had not become pregnant. That was one reason she had chosen to show more restraint back home.

Here, however, there was no such worry. Darren was a mature man and he knew how to take care of a younger woman, though she wished a few preludes would have been included. She was amazed he didn’t break out the paddle and pound her into submission by force.

Such was life and as she rested next to him on his bed, she thought of how this was so much better than a fantasy with her fingers.

Her parents would not have approved.

It was shortly after this romp, while still next to him, Darren brought up the question she had been waiting to hear.

“Have you ever been spanked?”

“Spanked?” Blair responded, feigning ignorance. “What do you mean?”

“A game,” came the answer. “It’s a game I like to play, if you are up for it. I spank your naked ass until you scream, and then we have the lewdest s*x ever.”

“You think you can get it up again?” Blair asked insincerely. There was no doubt he could.

Darren arose naked and started toward the door, while he gave a wave for her to follow.

“We’ll start by me scolding you and then I’ll have you go across my lap. Since you aren’t really used to this, I will just use my hand and not a belt, paddle, or wooden spoon like I have done with some others. Then when we finish we’ll go back into the bedroom and f**k some more.”

Blair was, of course, game. Lying nude in bed and shivering with anticipation, she waited for the voice to come. It was remarkably like that of the faceless man in her past fantasies.

“March in here, young woman! You have the nerve to ask me if I can get it up twice! I’ll show you a thing or two!”

Blair rose and followed the voice. Darren was sitting naked on his sofa and as of yet he was not erect again. Perhaps his boast was ill-founded after all.

“Get over here and get down over my lap, young woman,” he commanded. “You stay naked too! That’s exactly what you deserve! You need to be glad I’m giving it to you with the palm of my hand and not the paddle!”

Blair felt the wetness coming again. She was totally absorbed in the strange role playing event. For lack of a better description, she felt herself back in some high school play, only this one was without clothes and would have never been done on the stage in Bisbee.

“Get over here,” Darren ordered once more. “The longer you wait means the harder you’re getting it!”

Blair feigned hesitation, though in reality she was ready to fling herself across him with her buttocks in the air, awaiting his hand. As she approached the sofa, Darren reached forward and pulled her down roughly.

“Are you ready?”

Blair nodded.

“Then let’s see if this teaches you some respect!” Darren shouted as he lifted his hand and brought it down across her bare bottom.

The blow felt exactly as Blair had expected. Hard and firm, her flesh quivered beneath the slap and she let out a cry, more in surprise than agony. It hurt, but not nearly as bad as in her fantasy.

Another blow came and then another. Now there was a stinging totally unfamiliar to her, which she knew was just the start.

“You’re going to be going to school with a very sore bottom when it starts Monday,” Darren snarled as he continued to flail away at Blair’s ass. “You aren’t going to be able to sit down for a week, and you’re lucky I’m not paddling you instead of just giving you the hand.”

Each blow increased the sting, which converted into an outright burn. As in her fantasy of the night before, she felt herself aroused. Each spank reminded her of a stiff prick going in and out of her p***y. She was getting off on the game and there was no doubting that.

After what must have been thirty whaps alternately delivered on each of her exposed cheeks, her butt blazed. She knew when she looked in the mirror, she would be red as an apple down there, and afterward there would be bruising, but that would heal. Whatever pain she felt now or discomfort when her tail cooled down was secondary to the tremendous climax she discovered boiling within.

Instinctively, she started to cry like a little girl, but this egged Darren onward rather than causing him to desist. Even if she begged him to stop, she knew he would not and in truth, it wasn’t what she desired.

She told herself this was what a real spanking was like and marveled she had never received one when young. Had she been punished as such before, she might well have turned out a better girl. Beyond the scholarship and the brain power, someone else lived inside of her who was very nasty. That person was suddenly released, like Jekyll giving birth to Hyde.

As she twisted and shook, she realized her thighs rubbing against his body was causing Darren to grow once more. His word had proven true.

“Ow,” she cried. “This is hurting!”

“This is supposed to hurt,” Daren informed her. “You’re getting punished.”

Blair’s only response was a wail, as the blows continued to pour down. In desperation, she moved her free arm, so she covered some of her fiery buns with her hand, but Darren had none of that.

“Move your God damned hand,” he commanded, and when she did not, he pinned her arm to her back with his own free hand, leaving her trapped to receive as many more blows as he saw fit.