I swung around on him, mad as a wet hen. “I.Am.Not.Crying. I can take anything you have to give.”
He stood, coming close to me, crowding me into the wall at my back. “You? You couldn’t even take the punishment that I gave you, and it was nothing. A couple of slaps, and you’re bawling like a little kid, whimpering about ‘It hurts.’ And now, when you’re so close to knowing just what an orgasm is, you’re getting yourself into your little kids clothes, and running home to mommy, to have a nice long cry. Go!” he turned his back on me. “Get out of my sight.”
I reached out, grabbing his arm, and walking around in front of him. Now I’m really mad. “I can take anything you can give, old man. Your stupid little slaps didn’t hurt me, I was just pretending, so you’d let me go.” I can’t believe these words are coming out of my mouth, was I a machovist or something? Of course I’d been crying, he’d hurt my ass something fierce. But I sure as hell wasn’t going to let him know that.
I should have been prepared when he picked me up and walked over to the chair. Should have been prepared when he tore my panties from me, and laid me across his lap again. Could never have been prepared for the stinging slaps he laid across my ass. I had never managed to get my bra done up, so I was completely nude again. Everytime I tried to move away from his hand, his left hand would tangle further into my hair, pulling at my scalp. My nipples were being rubbed against his pant leg, causing an unbearable friction. The fire in my ass was almost as great as the fire burning inside me; I knew I was going to experience my first orgasm very soon.
And then he stopped. I was ready to scream. “Don’t stop,” I ordered. “don’t stop now!”
“Get back up on the desk, on your hands and knees.”
I jumped up to do as he ordered. I needed to see this through to the end. I no longer cared if he was giving me orders, I no longer cared if I was going to be humiliated at the end of this, I just wanted that orgasm that was floating just out of reach. I was so desperate that I was ready to do anything he asked.
“Elbows down on the desk, ass up in the air.” He demanded. I rushed to obey. When I was in the correct position, he stood beside me. His left hand snaked under me, to tease my breasts. Pulling, pinching, twisting - it all helped to fuel the fire raging in side. When that hand moved down to my pussy, I started to shake and shiver in excitement. I could feel the moisture run down my leg, but I was beyond caring. His hand spread open across my mound, with his two middle fingers in my pussy. When his right hand came down in a stinging slap, I thought I was going to shatter into pieces. Still the fire burned. I desperately wanted to come for him, just to prove I was old enough to be sexual.
I was just aware enugh to notice that every time he spanked me, his middle finger slid a little further in. The finger took on more importance than anything else in my world. I wanted - needed - him to spank faster. Every slap built the flame higher; I heard myself sobbing with need, and begging him for more. He started only slapping me when I begged for it; he would wait inbetween slaps for me to whimper my need to him. Just as I felt it move closer, he stopped.
I sobbed in need, dropping my head onto the surface of the desk, I couldn’t believe he was doing this to me. Eventually I calmed down enough to feel his hand sliding through the cupious moisture dripping from me. Again his insistant finger poked at my asshole. Too needy to protest, I allowed him to slide the tip of his finger back in. What did it matter? I knew the only way I was going to be satisfied here was to completely obey him. However, I couldn’t help but tense my butt muscles as he tried to slide that damn finger further in. He slapped me once more, ordering me to “Relax!”, but I just couldn’t. I tried, I really did, but it was too foreign an idea for me.
“Please,” I begged. “Please.”
“Please what, Baby? Please slide my finger in further? Please spank you some more? Please let you come back here anytime you want, so we can play again?” He stood in silence, waiting for me to take that one in. I had never thought beyond this one time; had never thought about coming back here. Instinctivly, I knew that he had been very good to me so far. There had been none of the fumbling around that my girl friends had told me about, none of the ‘wham bam, thank you ma’am’ attitude of teenage boys, none of the ‘I got what I wanted, now go home so we can laugh behind your back’ that had devastated more than 1 high school girl. I also realized that he didn’t frighten me, that he was making it as good for me as he could, yet he hadn’t tried to take anything else from me - yet. I couldn’t think clearly at the moment, so I just wiggled my bum a little bit, trying to get his attention back to my elusive orgasm. I was getting really desperate now, I didn’t know what I would do if he didn’t let me come soon.
“Please spank me again,” I whispered. I already knew myself well enough to know that I liked being spanked by him. He was bigger, stronger, older than me, somehow I knew that I could trust him to lead me through this. I couldn’t tell now if the slaps were hurting or pleasing me; I just knew I had to have some more. And so he spanked me again, each time letting his fingers move closer to my pussy. We seemed to have an unspoken routine going; he placed one hand under me, spread across my abdoman, with his middle finger getting closer and closer to my heat. The other hand was ready to spank, all I had to do was beg for it, and it would fall in a stinging slap. I knew my ass was red, knew I wouldn’t be able to sit for quite a while, knew I would never be able to get enough of this.
Finally his fingers felt like they were ready to slide into my liquid heat. I begged and cried for more, knowing that soon, soon I would be pushed over the edge. Oh, God, how I begged for that last slap, the one that would shatter me.
He stopped.
I cried, I begged, I sobbed my heart out, but he wouldn’t slap me anymore. I pushed my fingers inside my pussy, but I had no experience with pleasing myself; I didn’t know where to rub. I looked up at him, devastated at his lack of understanding. Didn’t he know that I hadn’t come yet? Didn’t he know I was going to die if he didn’t make me come right now. I was in agony, why couldn’t he see that?
“Baby,” I heard him call me from a great distance. I tried to focus on his words, but it was hard. “Baby, look at me.” I forced my head up, pleading with him wordlessly.
“Do you want to come, Baby? Do you want to feel it now?”
I nodded wordlessly. Oh, please, please, don’t let him tease me anymore.
“Sit back on the desk with your knees up and open wide.” I stared at him, not understanding what he was saying at first. His hands reached out to help me up off my knees, and I remembered being in that position before. I knew my ass was going to hurt like hell when I sat on it, but I had to get release, and soon.
As I sat there, wide open to his gaze, my knees spread apart as far as possible, I knew that the humiliation would wash over me later, but at the moment I would have done anything he asked. I could feel the moisture running out of me, and pooling on his desk. He walked up to me, standing between my wide open legs, and just stared at my pussy like a man dying of thirst. Before I could even start to wonder what he was thinking, he swooped down on me. His arms slid under my thighs, his fingers found their way into my crack as he lifted my ass slightly off the surface of the desk, and his mouth started to devour my pussy. I could hear myself screaming at the top of my lungs, throwing my head from side to side as if that would somehow help. Then, fireworks inside my head, and blackness.
When I regain consciousness, he was sitting beside me, stroking my hair. I tried to sit up, but his arm held me to his side. “Shhh, it’s okay Baby,” he said. “Just let yourself rest for a moment or two.”
I slumped back down, willing to do as he said. Somehow, I had a feeling I could get used to doing what this man said.
The next time I woke up, I found myself curled up on his lap in his desk chair. It was quite large, and I was very comfortable, but I knew that I had to get up and go. Just a couple more minutes, I decided, and slipped back into sleep.

That was almost 2 years ago; I no longer live at home, and I have experimented with more guys. But, when ever I go into Klingman’s Department Store, I always wear my sexiest underwear, and make sure I get caught stealing something!

Okay, y'all?

Lady Amanda
aka Sylvie's Spanker