The Storyteller

Chapter One-3

Blair’s bottom was now numb rather than throbbing after so many slaps, but Darren continued until he was out of breath. By then, his own hand must surely have been hurting and his arm weary from the spanking motions. Her battered tushy felt as if she had been forced to sit in a campfire and remain there while her flesh fried.

“Get up and go stand in the corner,” Darren commanded, like a real live daddy might have done. “Get up and be a good girl from now on.”

Obediently, Blair arose, though she was still sobbing uncontrollably. Deep within, she was ready to come again, which made everything all the more bizarre.

Darren growled like an animal as he saw her rubbing her butt with both hands.

“Knock it off. No rubbing to make it feel better. Put your arms by your side and go stand in that corner over there. Do it now!”

As Blair took her meager steps into the waiting edge of the room, her bottom throbbed. Though she knew this was a game, something told her she had had enough for one session and if she disobeyed and rubbed, in spite of the compulsion to do so, she would be getting it with something much harder, or even that dreaded paddle she had been threatened with.

Slowly, she walked to the corner and placed her face in the crevice of the wall. Deep within, she was about to bubble over but fought a superhuman battle to hold things below within.

“Stand there and don’t you move,” Darren ordered. Yet as he did, she heard heavy breathing that was not her own, followed by a loud cry.

Turning, she suspected her new and more aged lover had suffered a heart attack, but he was sitting on the floor, with a breathless expression on his face. As she looked downward, it was obvious what had happened.

“Sorry, but I shot my load,” he apologized in a now normal voice. “I got too carried away.”

Without thought, Blair buried a finger from each hand into herself and screamed. It didn’t even take any in and out motion for her orgasm to come and she too, was falling. She dropped to her knees and then her back, where her overheated ass collided with the carpet, bringing a new sensation of burning.

For several moments, they both waited silently and it was Darren who spoke when one of them finally mustered the energy for words.

“You gonna be up for another round before you head back to your place?”

Blair nodded, gasping in air as she spoke.

“Yeah, I’m up to f**k or whatever, but one spanking is enough for me right now.”

She focused on her hot buttocks and rolled over on the carpet, so she was face down. Now, at long last, she knew she was free to rub her busted bottom without repercussion.

“I think one spanking is enough for tonight. I really do. I was higher than anything, but my ass is burning.”

And so it began.

Blair went to school in the day and did her studies, but every evening she found herself attracted to the man next door. He was no longer faceless or a fantasy, but very real.

The s****l sessions continued for as long as her body could take it and so did the spankings.

During period time, s*x was out of the question and that was agreed to be private, where neither became involved with the other. Two months went by in such a way, but as they did Blair began to worry.

The fact of the matter was she started to love Darren and the diverse activities he offered her, though she said nothing to her parents back home, knowing they would never bless the relationship.

Even more nagging was the feeling that during their time off, the haunting woman she had heard and then seen walking through the parking lot that first night alone would return.

The fear was illogical, for she did not come back. In the shadows of her mind, Blair wondered if the woman had been an escort or a pro hired to be disciplined, but dared not ask.

So who was the strange woman she had seen in the night when she first moved in, and why had she never returned?

By Thanksgiving, Blair was so into her romance with Darren, this mystical figure came to mind less and less. After all, the two of them had developed a relationship both torrid and forbidden, enhanced by the age difference and intensified by their games.

The spankings grew more constant and severe, almost reaching the point where they replaced s*x rather than enhanced it. Yet each time drew Blair closer to her lover.

Whenever she failed to get an A on a test, the punishment was for real. Darren seemed genuinely angry, as well as eager to play the traditional stern daddy figure in their escapades.

“Did you get an A on your test, and don’t you lie?”

She dreaded these words but relished them too, knowing what was to come.

If the answer was yes, Darren was no longer the strict father role, but her lover as usual. Sometimes they spanked with the hand to celebrate, but other times went right to bed to engage themselves. For a man in his forties and she was never sure of his specific age, Darren had amazing stamina.

When she failed to excel on a test, however, there was trouble.

“Get those clothes off!” Darren commanded. It was always the same. The furious voice. The glower. The lecture. He seemed genuinely angry.

At that point she would have to strip everything in front of him, a garment at a time, until she stood naked before his inspecting eyes.

“Get in the corner and wait for it,” he would then command, and obediently she would head for the familiar section of the living room in either his apartment or hers, where she was expected to go. In their romantic session, corner time usually took place after the spanking, as a prelude to the bed, but when being disciplined, the corner came first.

The waiting was the worst part.

Blair anticipated what she knew she would feel on her unprotected bottom, yet in spite of the pain, the lust always rose at a dynamic pace. She never admitted it, but once in a great while she had let herself go, slacking to get a lesser grade and awaiting the role play that followed.

The wait always seemed like an eternity, though it was only a matter of minutes at best. Darren, too, was eager to go into action.

“Now, you’re gonna get it!”

If she listened carefully, she could hear the click of the belt buckle being undone.

“Turn around and get in the position!”

With her head down, like a real school girl in trouble, she would leave the corner and go to the sofa, where she would bend with her hands on the cushions. Her ass was ready for what was about to come.

“Bad girl,” Darren would always snarl. “You hold this position and don’t you move or we’ll start over! You take this like the naughty thing you are!”

Then came the licks with the belt. She heard the whap, but the sound was nothing compared to the searing pain as the leather struck first one cheek then the other. Usually by the eighth blow, she was blubbering, but this failed to keep her tormentor from doing what he felt needed to be done.

Sometimes instinctively she would move her hands to her butt and feel the heat beneath her flesh. This was as she well knew an unwise thing, and Darren did start over as proclaimed.

There were, however, times when she moved her hands deliberately to prolong the misery she had blended with thrills.

By the time Darren finished, her rear-end was ablaze with welts, but never bloodied. Darren knew what he was doing and realized when it was time to hold back or stop.

“Now back in the corner you go,” Darren would order.

From there the fantasy ended, and it was back to being Blair with Darren, rather than daddy and stepdaughter.

They never did anal, but after the belt Blair would be ordered to lie face down on the bed, where Darren would go down on top of her and f**k her in the vital spot. The pain continued with him on her back, moving against her punished ass, while inside the thrusts brought her to astronomical heights.

Sometimes, she wondered if neighbors overheard. She lived in a corner apartment, and that eliminated a lot of the worries, but when she was next door at Darren’s, she imagined someone listening in and calling the police, for fear a murder was taking place. No one ever complained, and this made her wonder if someone was in fact listening nearby, while getting off on the session as well.

When Blair went home for Christmas break, she could not bring Darren and under no circumstances could tell her family about the relationship with a man more than double her age. Her parents would not spank her, for as she had constantly reminded herself, they never did such things. They would, however, erupt in verbal fury and possibly kick her out of their home for good, even though she was an adult.

Since her furniture was back in Tempe, her parents put up a cot for her in her old room, and in the darkness of night, it was like times long gone. Naked, while everyone was asleep, she fingered herself to climax, biting her lip to keep from crying, and cursing the occasional squeaks the makeshift bed made. The dread of being caught came back as before, but while it intensified her pleasure, fiddling herself while the rest of the household slept, she missed the real thing she had become accustomed to.

While in the shower, with the water running so heavily she knew no one could hear, she even bent herself over the sink and used the hair brush a couple of times in a self-administered spanking. It was nowhere near as hard or intense as Darren would have delivered, but it provided a brief satisfaction in place of the man she missed so deeply.

There was no doubt she was madly in love with Darren Foster and the strange things he offered. She had been quite a student, and Darren had proven himself a more outstanding teacher than anyone at Arizona State.

When she returned, the s*x was torrid. Oddly, they did not even spank the first go-around, but were so horny for each other they went straight to the bed.

More and more, this continued, with her relationship hidden from the world.

It was then an odd thing happened. On campus, one of the women from a science class spoke to her. Tamara was her name. Tamara Kennedy. The last name was easy to remember.

Tamara asked if she could bring out a bold question, and Blair was stunned by what it was.

It seemed because she was never seen about campus with a guy and looked to live such a secretive life, Tamara believed her to be a lesbian.

Blair was nothing of the kind. In her Bisbee days, she had gone through some of the same gossip when she was so reserved. Dreams back then, rather than s*x, were her primary goal, and the only reason she dated any of the guys in school was to cast off the rumors. That was why she lost her virginity but preferred her own hand at home. Less chance of heartache. Less chance of pregnancy.

Times had changed her. Now she was even willing to examine the possibility of doing it with another female. After all, look what one spanking game had led to.

Rather than being offended, Blair said she might consider it, but not right away. She said she was straight and took a risk of her own. She dared to ask if Tamara would consider a three way with her male partner. It was then Tamara’s turn to say she would consider the options. They left at a stalemate.