Alice's New Wonderland

Chapter One-1

Chapter One

Diana spent the next week after accepting Christopher’s proposal in a swirl of wedding planning activities as well as a swelter of aroused distraction. The former easily lent themselves to her well-developed strong suit of able administration. Soon there was a guest list and a schedule that had the couple safely wed within the month, with invitations sent on their way via computer.

The latter, on the other hand, caused only a deep confusion for the thoughtful young woman. Her spanking by Chris had been the most painful experience of her life by far, and yet she could not get it out of her mind. Perhaps this had to do with the over-the-top s*x they had after she accepted his proposal, a torrid evening in which she lost track of how many soul-shattering orgasms she had. And this was for a woman who previously struggled to climax at all, requiring many minutes with her vibrator as well as extremely stimulating erotica to read when she pleasured herself. Though the ever-thoughtful Christopher did routinely get her off once every time they made love by patient application of his mouth and fingers between her legs before taking his own pleasure there.

So it was undeniable that being spanked unlocked a s****l potential in the voluptuous brunette that she had only wished for in her envy of the licentious heroines in her favorite b**m literature. But why, when the actual experience of being punished was so horrible, did her mind constantly go back to it. She kept revisiting the images: her body draped clumsily over Chris’ lap, the slow raising of her skirt and even slower lowering of her panties to her mid thighs, his gentle caressing of her trembling newly bared buttocks just as he had so many times in their lovemaking, and then his merciless application of the back of her favorite ebony hairbrush to the very same places he had just treated so kindly.

But the worst thing was that every time her mind was hijacked back to those seemingly traumatic incidents, the traitorous organ between her legs registered its own very different response. It suffused with blood and lubricated shamelessly, virtually demanding that she sneak off to the ladies’ room and touch it, often bringing herself off more than once in a few minutes with just her fingers. And every time this cycle repeated, it seemed to anneal her wonderful newfound s****l capabilities more irreversibly to the equally terrible experience of receiving a bare bottom spanking from her handsome and forceful fiancée.

By the end of the week during one of their friendly nightly Skype debriefings of their days’ events, Diana was shocked to hear herself say, in a faux-light tone of voice, “So, dear man, I wonder when I can expect another trip over your knee for further...guidance?”

Her delighted lover tried to hold a straight face as he responded, “Why, does this mean that a certain impetuous young lady has been...naughty?”

His intended bride flushed a deep red, and glanced down with a suddenly genuine contrition, “Well, yes, Miluv, I think I have in many ways. There was the extra bon-bon or two I allowed myself each night, in spite of the intention I had to drop a few pounds before our wedding. I know you say you like my body as it is, but I have to believe that spanking Alice for these many months has influenced you since every time you turn her over your lap you get to live a pornographer’s dream with her perfect cheerleader’s bottom. After all, I am a good ten inches taller and fifty pounds heavier than her, being generous to me. And then...well...I’ve been thinking a lot about what you did to me last week and how much it hurt, but how hard I came...and...well, let’s just say I’ve been shuttering the shop for fifteen minutes here and there in order to...relieve myself while thinking only about you spanking my bare ass...”

Christopher could not have been more delighted by his gorgeous girlfriend’s response to his initial efforts at bringing spanking into their erotic repertoire. Yes, he believed in the real value of corporal punishment at certain developmental stages. But he also knew his primary driver for wanting to spank a shapely female bottom was that this act turned him on more than anything else imaginable. He considered for awhile before replying with a mock-stern looking expression,

“It sounds like a certain rebellious young woman has responded to her initial foray into proper discipline by getting even more wayward! I’d say this means we must up the ante by subjecting the part of her best designed for such purposes to a much more...persuasive dose of corrective attention. When shall I expect you at my house ready to fill this prescription?”

Diana surprised herself again by blurting, “I’ll be right over!” and logging off of Skype. She took only a moment to brush her teeth and wash her face and change into a much racier pair of panties than the demure full-seated ones she had worn for her first spanking. She was mortified to note that she had thoroughly soaked their crotch by the time she stood trembling slightly at Chris’ flat and rang the bell.

“Come in, dear woman, and let’s get right to the business at hand! We have a good deal of spanking to do, but I’d hope to leave some time for some cuddling afterwards, so we mustn’t dawdle if you’re to get your proper night’s sleep. So we’ll go to my study, which is soundproofed because I see clients there whose statements must be kept confidential. I suspect given how much more diligent I am going to be in punishing your naughty bottom, your relative silence during your first spanking is likely to be breached. Please feel free to cry out while you are being spanked, though if you want an even stronger and longer dose of your bitter medicine, you can always earn more by speaking offensively or questioning the appropriateness of your...treatments.”

Oh God, she thought, could I get any more ready to swoon with how hot he is...and meekly followed as Chris beckoned her into his private office den. There were no windows, and the walls were all lined with bookcases crowded with professional literature. Right in the center of the plush oriental carpet in front of the broad hardwood desk was placed a sturdy wooden chair with no arms. And right in front of the chair the phalanx of bookcases was broken by a full length mirror. He explained, “I did so love watching your adorable little cheeks take their medicine while dancing so ineffably charmingly for me...I thought to have this mirror installed so we could both enjoy watching your...antics...as you take your prescribed dose!”

She heard and felt the pneumatic seal of the doorway of a truly well-soundproofed room, and knew she was in for it. But it was not as though most of her wouldn’t have anything but what was immediately to come, willing to chance trading increased discomfort for increased ecstasy...well, at least 51% of her, anyway...

“No more than you have to...please...Christopher...dear”

She looked so ungodly fetching, her begging genuine but delivered with a slightly arch c*****g of an eyebrow, as if to say, “Don’t you dare give in to a single one of my feeble attempts to manipulate you out of giving me the good sound spanking we both know I both deserve and need!”

Her handsome fiancée chuckled a bit cruelly as he eased his very feminine lover over his inversely hyper-masculine rock-hard thighs, “Silly, naughty little thing...telegraphing me with her feeble attempts at manipulation that she wants even more painful attention to her adorable buttocks than they already had in store, clever little thing! Very well then, I think I know just the penalty for such impish wickedness...Here’s the deal, Mistress Diana: I want to bring your discipline into our s*x life more honestly, since we both acknowledge that’s really where it belongs. Yes, your behavior responds positively to a nice several degree increase of the temperature of said adorable targets. But you relapse so quickly perhaps even because you are secretly more interested in getting spanked than avoiding such attentions...for s****l reasons. Unless you specifically enjoin me against this plan, I intend to reward you for each spanking taken with the proper spirit by pleasing you sexually. And this will start right now!”

Diana felt herself flush radically, her facial cheeks burning with suffused blood just as she suspected (hoped?...) her bottom cheeks soon would be. Her relationship with Christopher had opened new erotic horizons for her already before this new phenomenon of spanking entered the picture as he sought her counsel over his discipline of his step-niece. He had been her first truly generous lover, always attentive to her pleasure before seeking his own. In fact, he was the first man with the patience to actually give her an orgasm. This came as quite a revelation to our heroine in its intensity, since her masturbatory climaxes had been barely worth the long effort needed to achieve them. And like her self-inflicted ones, her first with Christopher initially required well over half an hour of assiduous application of his ardent tongue to her c******s and his nimble fingers to her G-spot. When she apologized after returning to her senses, he laughed kindly and retorted, “And what better place might I find to place my face than exactly where it’s been for the past wonderful interlude?”

Granted, he learned quickly and was ceaselessly experimental in their bedroom activities, so her climaxes gradually became less arduous to achieve and even more mind-blowing for the voluptuous brunette than that first one. But last week...her first spanking had been shockingly painful, not one iota sexy while she was being bared for her poor bottom’s beating. And yet, she knew if she struggled enough he’d have stopped and let her up, but she didn’t. Diana’s strident feminist side also knew that she should feel furious at this man for presuming the right to punish her like a child...heavens, like it was illegal even to do to children these days. Instead, she felt a glowing warmth in her stomach (well, and once she stopped crying, certain other nearby regions) and a soft sort of...gratitude...that he cared so much to turn her over his manly knee and carefully administer the punishment she had agreed to if she didn’t address her lifelong procrastination problem.

And then, after a wonderful dinner in spite of (dare she think, perhaps even because of?) how tender her poor buttocks felt against the banquette seat, she accepted his proposal of marriage. And in a whirl they were back at her place, in the very bedroom where she’d just been spanked like the naughty child she knew she was deep inside. And she was tearing his clothes off like some sort of madwoman, the complete antithesis of the demure Englishwoman who had tastefully submitted to his erotic attentions in almost total passivity. She pushed him back onto the bed once he was naked and straddled his hips without even doing more than hiking up her skirt (under which she was naked since her well-spanked buttocks were too tender to tolerate underwear or panty hose). And then she came like a freight train within seconds of him entering her as he rather brutally tore open her blouse and brassiere and handled her freed C-cup breasts far more roughly than she would have believed would be so wonderfully exciting.

Several unprecedented subsequent orgasms of increasing intensity ensued as she rode him like the stallion he was. And then her own hands found his n*****s (after all, if rough treatment of hers sent jolts of erotic electricity straight to her groin, perhaps the same might happen with him) and pinched hard. Soon his roars of pleasure mingled with her own contralto cries of unimaginable ecstasy as they had the first simultaneous climax of their relationship (hell, of her whole life!). Diana collapsed atop Christopher in a sweaty undignified heap, spent as never before in her life, and more in love than she had imagined in her most romantic fantasies.

Her fascinating new lover sighed as his hands raised her skirt and rather possessively explored the poor inflamed buttocks he had spent a good half hour spanking with her prized ebony hairbrush just a couple of hours earlier and a few feet away. He murmured, “Once we are married, you understand that a girl as naughty as you is likely to rather routinely need the very same sorts of attention these sumptuous moons...enjoyed...earlier.”