Alice's New Wonderland

Chapter One-2

And she shocked herself by retorting brightly, “Well, since even my best administrative efforts won’t see us wed for at least a month, I’m hoping such...attentions...won’t have to wait until our union is officially sanctioned!”

And thus it was that less than a week later, our heroine found herself nervously standing next to her fiancée in the hermetically sealed silence of his confidential study. He calmly rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt, exposing terrifyingly attractive muscled forearms that she knew were going to be instrumental in the painful experience her poor bottom was about to undergo.

“Over my lap you go, my sweet naughty girl, so brave to volunteer for what she knows she needs even though it is going to hurt her so terribly and make her cry for such a long while before she’s had a sufficient dose of bitter medicine to learn her lesson!”

“Chris, please...I’m so frightened...it hurt so badly...I know I need it, but I beg you, go easy on my poor behind...”

“Silly little one, worry not! I know just the right way to take care of very naughty young ladies like yourself, as my step-niece would attest. Of course, in her case there was no erotic intent, and we both know that is certainly quite not so here, as I can tell by a certain telltale scent the seems to be emerging from my dear fiancée’s nether regions...”

Diana was appalled to have the aroused state of her feminine parts so casually called out, and rebelled, “That’s not true! You must be mistaken!”

Her masterful future spouse laughed richly as he took her spacious hips in his large powerful hands and tipped her over his lap rather unceremoniously as he declared, “Silly, silly girl, adding prevarication to an already long list of sins for which her poor rear end is about to pay the price! As if I won’t be able to ascertain the truth of the state of certain unmentionable parts immediately once I raise her skirt...”

The flustered brunette moaned as she felt the cool air on her backside when Christopher made good on this promise. He was delighted to see that her rather demure full seated lacy cream and blue panties from the week before had been replaced by a quite racy wine red pair of bikini panties. Only a fraction of the fulsome buttocks he found so utterly charming were covered by the thin silk. His right hand rather possessively wandered over this adorable terrain, which responded with delightful frissons of mixed pleasure and fear at its impending experiences.

“Part your legs so we can determine the truth of your denial, Miss Diana. You are about to discover the consequences for failing to speak the truth to your lord and master, my naughty young lady!”

Diana found herself summoning some of her usual fighting spirit, however strategically ill advised given her current rather vulnerable circumstance: “Lord and master my ass! Poor choice of words, but you get my meaning, Chris! Just because I’ve agreed that from time to time I might benefit from a bit of corporal punishment doesn’t mean I’m ceding all of my rights to you like some piece of chattel! And this taunting about my state of arousal is unconscionable!”

And yet, in spite of her verbal protestation, she made no move to rise from his lap, and her firm thighs parted obediently as her body seemed to sink into an odd submissive lassitude totally contrary to the rebellious words that had just leapt from her lips.

The truth was self-evident in the sodden state of the crotch of the racy silk panties. Christopher inquired blandly, “How would our naughty Missy account for the rather moist conditions prevailing in certain southern regions of her body, if her contention that she is not aroused by the prospect of her spanking is true?”

“Well...perhaps I’ve peed myself a bit in my terror at my impending brutalization by my Cro-Magnon fiancée...”

Her totally amused captor laughed heartily again, and responded, “Very well, then, only an experiment will resolve our dispute. If you are right and you are terrorized by me, then when I touch certain delicate parts through their silk covering there will be no response. After all, we both know that raw fear to the extent of causing lack of sphincter control is incompatible with arousal. If, on the other hand, a wicked girl has soaked her panties because she is so turned on, then I estimate she will have an orgasm within...say...two minutes if the onset of my intimate massage, does that seem agreeable?”

The nonplussed brunette moaned, full realizing her goose was even more thoroughly cooked, as she strongly suspected her poor buttocks were soon to be. But she hoped against hope that somehow her apparently historical difficulties in climaxing would magically return, and grumpily assented, “Very well, then, you presumptuous brute, have your way with me.” After all, the worst outcome was an orgasm, at least in the short run, which didn’t sound so terrible.

She moaned again, throatily, as her lover’s right index finger easily found her c******s through its scant silk covering, and began to encircle it lasciviously just as he well knew she liked. And to her eventual dismay if immediate ecstasy, within 30 seconds Diana was thrashing her way through a full-throated orgasm right there bent over Christopher’s lap.

Once her pleasurable spasms had subsided, he murmured, “Well, I guess that’s settled, correct, my naughty one? And now this perfectly gorgeous pair of buttocks is in for several more spankings, each considerably harder, than I had planned for it this evening. I daresay its owner won’t sit comfortably for at least a week, even if she doesn’t need any further disciplinary attention in the meanwhile. I’m glad I brought my handy satchel full of useful implements for the deliverance of corrective attention and other important gear, since we’re in for a long evening before we can repair to my boudoir for more mutually pleasurable activities, I fear!”

That said, Christopher reached into a rather ominously large black leather satchel next to the armless chair in which he sat with his totally nonplussed fiancée draped uncomfortably over his lap. He produced four small leather cuffs with Velcro closures, which he secured around Diana’s wrists and ankles, remarking, “Dear naughty girl, I want you to have all of your attention for what will be happening to your bottom, which means there will be none of it to spare for either resisting the temptation to move your arms and legs to lessen your rear end’s plight, or actively trying to interfere with your spankings. So I will secure your hands together in front of you where they will not be able to reach behind you. Of course, if you object, we can halt the proceedings and you can go on your way back home with my understanding, if tempered a bit by my disappointment. This would be the time to speak up, since your first bondage for punishment is a key watershed for the kind of marriage I intend to have, hopefully with you!”

And there it was—her moment of truth. The sultry brunette now had a chance to walk away unspanked, albeit with their impending nuptials in great doubt. Her mind raced wildly, bouncing between the extremes of the complete submission her more primitive self clamored for and the outraged feminist side of her that totally rebelled against this demeaning treatment. But the truth was, she could not deny how obsessed she had been with setting up this very situation for the entire week of furtive m**********n since her first spanking. And the thought of being restrained in order to be spanked turned her on more than she could have imagined, as her observant captor no doubt observed from the state of the still-exposed crotch he had just massaged to a ridiculously facile orgasm.

“Do with me what you will, you primitive brute!” By injecting a humorous dig into her total submission, Diana did her best to honor both aspects of herself.

“Very well then, my rebellious naughty girl, hold your wrists up together so I can secure them!” She did as ordered, and in a trice the steel D-rings sewn sturdily into each cuff were clipped together by a small metal carabineer that she supposed she could release with her teeth if she had to.

Then Christopher produced a more alarming device from the bag, consisting of a black matte-finished telescoping metal rod with D-rings welded onto its ends that he lengthened to its full extension of over four feet. He explained helpfully, “This, my dear, is called a spreader bar. It is quite useful for restraining uncooperative ankles far apart to afford unimpeded access to all of the very sensitive regions of a woman’s body that she might be tempted to protect by closing her legs. Your adorable buttocks are grandly feminine enough that last Friday I was only able to spank the outer two thirds of them when your legs were restrained by your lowered panties. This device will ensure that every single nerve ending of your entire bottom will be totally exposed for its proper punishment!”

This was spoken with such cheerful enthusiasm that Diana almost laughed at the implication she should be as pleased about this outcome as he seemed to be. But she silently submitted to the clipping of each of her anklets to the end of the bar. And this time, her teeth would not be able to reach the carabineers in order to release herself regardless of how inattentive her fiancée might be. The still room air felt cool on her newly exposed inner thighs, and she was grateful that her panties at least covered some of the intimate charms that would have been on full display if not for the sodden layer of red silk still shielding her s****l core.

Christopher sighed as he petted these very parts as well as the portion of her buttocks still shielded by the panties, “Such a beautiful woman I am so inordinately privileged to be marrying...and her loveliness is enhanced by such a flirtatious choice of underclothing...but I intend to punish her and not her panties, so these must come off. I am so glad she owns her own boutique where such things can be readily replaced, since I will need to cut the strings on the sides in order to fully ready her bottom for its ordeal.”

Two snips of the scissors from his office desk (whose metal felt cool against the heat of her hips), and the scrap of silk fell away to flutter to the floor, leaving her splayed and naked from the waist down. She could not help moaning at this final indignity, as she was helplessly bound and bent and bared to be beaten.

“That’s all right, my dearest love, I know it is hard for you, and about to get a good deal harder. But before your first spanking, there is one more detail to be taken care of about which you may have rather mixed feelings as well. Since many of the crimes for which you are about to be punished were s****l in nature, it seems only fitting that their consequence have an erotic component. So I have procured a little device from California called a WeVibe. It is a remote controlled rechargeable battery powered vibrator that fits snugly inside the wearer’s v****a pressing up against her G-spot, with a clever little external arm that snugs up to her c******s. This will enable me to keep my hands free for all of the hard work they will be doing holding my lively Diana in place while I spank her, allowing her own orgasm to determine the length of each dose of painful medicine she receives, lucky girl!”

Oh My God, our heroine thought, this could go on forever! She had no way of knowing if the salutary effect of her first spanking on her subsequent orgasms translated into climaxing during the actual administration of painful attention to her buttocks. What if the pain was a total turn-off in real time? She could be spanked indefinitely! But her strange submissive lassitude prevailed, and she merely moaned as the device slipped inside her, well-lubricated by her mortifying display of arousal at the appalling proceedings to this point.

And then to make matters worse her cheerful tormentor held up the small remote control for the vibrator and grinned as he clicked it on. It was already bad enough that the previously quite modest Diana had been stripped from the waist down and her legs bound apart so literally everything was freely visible. Part of her previous difficulty with climaxing had been her embarrassment at being seen naked, especially since she always felt ten pounds too fat, even if Christopher gallantly disagreed and pronounced her nakedness to be quite perfectly lovely in his eyes. She knew those same eyes had feasted on the petite perfection of his step-niece on those all-too-frequent occasions when he bared her teen age bottom for the spankings the wicked little thing seemed so intent on deserving. And now his handsome, piercing eyes were going to watch her bottom’s response to all the terrible, wonderful things he would do to it...her every primitive reflex, on display for his perusal. How equally mortifying and inflaming was this knowledge!