Alice's New Wonderland

Chapter One-3

Christopher’s hands gently sculpted the delightfully feminine curves and tender secret crevices as the clever little vibrator rapidly stoked Diana’s passion. He murmured, “I’m going to get my naughty fiancée off once more before we start her spanking...that is in part because I want to devour every intimate detail of how she comes. But my other motivation is, well, crueller...for I know that my beloved has her latency after climaxing before she can come again. And that delay will enable her first spanking to go on and on!”

This taunt sent our heroine over her edge, and she came more shamelessly than ever before in her life, shouting and writhing with a shocking fierceness. Chris stroked her buttocks throughout, murmuring, “That’s right, little p***y, enjoy your charming little spasms...and we’ll get these sweet spankable buttocks all nice and sensitized so they can appreciate their spanking even more, lucky things!”

His words seemed to be sinking into her mind like some sort of brainwashing mantra, making her almost prisoner to his desires for her. She felt helpless in the face of his declared intentions to ravish her in every conceivable way, solely because it pleased him to do so. Why in heaven’s name was her own previously apparently robust will towards self-protection rendered impotent by the sheer force of her fiancée’s unashamed ownership of his masculinity? And there was no question of compulsion here—Diana was confident that the instant she voiced a limit he would abide by it. Several years of dating had given her ample evidence of his basic respect for her, and for women in general. But that respect seemed to coexist quite comfortably with a part of him that was clearly quite interested (one might say, avid) in making a willing woman feel unprecedented levels of...intensity...both exploring stimulation’s outer reaches, painful and joyful.

And she knew in that moment, as her orgasm flooded her awareness and swept it away in an erotic tempest unlike anything she’d known. She knew that something rich and deep and primordial had been tapped in her very essence, something that she would not be able to resist following, no matter how terrifying the journey might become. And that fear was real. Diana had never enjoyed pain in any way, had never sought out activities that selected for pain tolerance like distance running or triathlons. But the pain of having her bare buttocks spanked...

There was precious little respite granted by her stern lord and master for such philosophical musings by his bare-bottomed muse. He crisply began the deliverance of a hand spanking with one prodigious swat to the dead center of each perfectly spherical creamy white nether moon. Then a fair number of moments needed to be taken in a meticulous exploration of the vivid fiery handprint in the center of each quivering buttock. Christopher mused,

“My God, woman, how spectacular you are! I’m sure I will never see this sight again—a single handprint on a perfect pale canvas side by side! For as long as you are under my roof, rest assured that a bottom as adorably spankable as this will never be left...unappreciated...long enough not to be at least a bit inflamed! So let me give it a final kiss, and say goodbye forever and hello to a new life in which its mistress will be treated to new experiences in celebrating her true femininity by yielding EVERYTHING to its fierce Master!”

The two lingering kisses to her nates felt shockingly erotic for our heroine, whose welter of extreme thoughts and sensations made her every next response literally impossible to predict. Things seemed to turn her on that she’d never have guessed would have been anything but repulsive...and it seemed so far that the more invasive Christopher was of her previous prim boundaries, the more explosive her orgasmic reward.

Well, the next exploration of this intriguing new paradigm began immediately, as Diana was treated to a very brisk, methodical hand spanking whose intensity was shocking. After all, her first trip over his lap the previous week had resulted in the application of the rock-hard backside of her ebony hairbrush until she was reduced to wordless sobs of contrition. How could the relatively much softer hands that had only caressed her lovingly for three years suddenly turn into instruments of backside torment even more persuasive than the hairbrush?

Perhaps it was the intimacy of being punished skin on skin, each impossibly hard spank ended in a gentle cupping of the globe it had just impacted so unkindly. It was, she suspected, this extra fillip of her spanking (combined, of course, with the electrical efforts of the wicked little vibrator earnestly stimulating both sides of her s****l core) that resulted in a new phenomenon: the first spanked orgasm of her life.

Christopher was delighted at this development, which promised to open new and intriguing doors for their s****l evolution now that it was proven his bride could climax during punishment. This was an avenue he cheerfully vowed to explore questing down every pathway she had, as he stroked those various places quite familiarly. This was a different sort of ownership of her ‘naughty bits’ than his previous respectful appreciation of them. Then they were solely to be pleased, and he was ever-attentive to the changing seasons of her response to various stimuli so that he was always getting better at pleasing her. But now, it seemed those same honed sensitivities were being turned in the opposite direction, at least in part.

He sighed and picked her rather limp post-orgasmic body up in his arms and declared, “Time for naughty girls to have their next spanking, the one they earned by lying to their too credulous master about the state of their naughty little p***y. For this one, we will be introducing these gorgeous buttocks, and some of their nearby friends and associates, to the complex wonders of being switched! This experience can be...intense...enough that your current bondage might not be convincingly secure enough for you to truly relax into your torment with a fully focused mind. And even more important, I get a much longer swing with you bent over my desktop than my lap, which can contribute so delightfully to the strength of the kiss of hard wood against tender bottom flesh!”

This was a most unwelcome prospect for our heroine. But her submissive lassitude prevailed as she meekly let herself be led (clumsily, as her legs were still held apart) to the antique oaken library table Christopher used as the desk in his inner sanctum. The pad had been removed so that she would be lying on the bare wood, feeling a different sort of vulnerability than simply being draped bare-bottomed over her fiancée’s strong lap. This uneasiness was enhanced when he reversed his desk chair, unclipped her wrists, and had her grasp the its side posts, which seemed to have very handy eye bolts screwed into their sides. These, it turned out, had convenient miniature carabineers dangling from them, and in a trice Diana’s hands were irreversibly restrained. Whatever was about to happen to her rear end, it seemed she was not going to be able to interfere, at least manually.

Her pleated girly skirt had fallen back down to cover her bottom after she had been stood up before being bent over the desk. This was now ceremoniously raised, the cool room air feeling pleasant against the inflamed throbbing buttock flesh now revealed once again. The embarrassment of being unclothed for punishment seemed to be just as keen on this third spanking of her life as for the first two. It was enhanced by the spreader bar, which ensured that not a square centimeter of her bottom was concealed or protected in any way. Or at least so she thought...

Diana heard water running from the wet bar sink at the corner of the library, and a rhythmic clatter of wood against ceramic that puzzled her. But then she felt the soothing warmth of a shaving brush gently laving her crotch, as she moaned again in awareness of her next indignity. Chris intoned,

“It seems that certain naughty girls have been less than forthcoming about the state of certain lady parts...and those realms happen to have a protective forestation...we’ll just take a moment to make them just as naked as everywhere else that needs to be spanked, sort of an equal-opportunity thing, I’m sure you understand. After all, it is well known that the punishment should fit the crime, and sins involving the a very naughty girl’s most intimate parts must be atoned for there and nowhere else!”

And then once her p***y was thoroughly lathered she heard a strange swishing sound and turned to crane her neck to see what new torment was being devised. The bound brunette realized that her fiancée was sharpening a straight razor on a very ominous looking razor strop. He caught her glance as smiled encouragingly,

“Yes, my unruly pet, a little strapping is also in store for certain adorable backsides, not only including the usual suspects of their perfect buttocks, but featuring the backs and inner aspects of those delicately parted thighs! This should lay down a nice solid base of swelling so they can take their switching just as well as their neighbors to the north. And then, when all of these sweet rounded places are strapped and switched to a perfect turn, the coup de grace will be administered right in the center, with a very special little paddle that is perfectly designed to deliver very precise...stimulation...to very detailed, intimate regions! Of course, each phase of this second spanking will be determined by how quickly she comes, and I for one hope each of these...bullet points... happens only after a good long time in which I get to watch the most gorgeous ass in the world demonstrate its totally charming dance as it takes its medicine for its naughty owner.”

And so her fate became clear to our intrepid heroine. She was to endure three spanked orgasms, the third of which seemed to be destined for her poor p***y. Surely she would demand to be released and re-assert her dominion over her body! But the words just didn’t come. It seemed that a razor thin plurality of her inner voices were more interested in having the promised experience than in preventing it. She would hold to her current most ignominious position and see where total submission on yet another level to her masterful future husband might lead.

But first, Christopher pulled up the chair on which he’d sat to spank her to a spot a foot behind her soap crotch. And then she felt his gently hand spreading her vaginal folds even further, as the cool edge of the blade gently, irrevocably removed a swath of her pubes right down to naked skin. It felt oddly cool, that tissue that had never been fully exposed since puberty, unused to the slight breeze of the office ventilation. For which she was grateful, by the way, since her anguish during her earlier spanking had caused slight beads of pain sweat to accumulate in the small of her back, which she found shockingly unladylike and was relieved that the cool air of the room did not reinforce. Tears were acceptably feminine, sweat another thing altogether.

Within ten swipes of the blade, Diana’s pubic depilation was complete. A warm wet washcloth gave a final pass over that region, and the razor was cast down while the strop was taken up in its place.

“Time for your first of many strappings, my naughty girl! We’ll start by touching up those adorable buttocks, and then introduce those thighs to the complex joys of being spanked!”

And this was exactly what he did. The strap left a solid inch-wide swatch of searing pain across a good foot of bottom flesh each time it fell. The anguish was somehow more focused than the impact of Christopher’s hard right palm, and she soon discovered that each spank could fall across both buttocks, or totally on either side, depending on the whims of its wielder. Her shouts of pain filed the silent air hermetically sealed air of the office, and grew even louder when her cheerful tormentor decided to shift his focus further south. This was the man whose tender, patient oral lovemaking had taught her the unparalleled sensitivity of her inner thighs, and now he was instructing her rather graphically on the disadvantage of that property. But it seemed that a certain sexiness inhered in either form of attention, and no more than a hundred swipes of the strop had fallen before an even more guttural orgasm overtook her. He adjusted the rhythm of his final spanks to the finishing frissons of her climax, and the strap was cast down.