Doc Savage

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The sun was barely up and already muggy; more August than October. That’s why I hadn’t gone out that morning-had humped and sweated two thick, buggy ridges the day before and felt wrung out. Didn’t feel like archery season. I liked the woods in the fall; not the summer, so I let them go without me-I’d hunt the evening; spend the day reading and chilling. That’s what I was doing when Jerry’s girlfriend Lynn padded softly into the kitchen. We were all staying in her grandparent’s decrepit farmhouse in the foothills of the Adirondacks.

I wished I could say I was reading Kerouac, Gary Snyder, even Hemingway but actually it was one of the Doc Savage series; don’t remember which-there were a ton of them and I’d had most as a kid. Brought them hunting with me because they were small enough to pack and there was something reassuring about them. Having read and re-read them for years, they calmed me and brought me back to earth when I got too high. Which was hard to avoid when hunting with Jerry and the boys.

Lynn said “Mornin”, soft and sleepy and I looked up with a ready smile to find her completely and totally naked, a wrinkle from the bed clothes traced along her hip. Not a thread, not an earring, nothing. “I can’t sleep in anything in this weather”, she said. “I hope you don’t mind.” No, I told her, I’m fine. I put my head down to read again but that didn’t feel right. If she came down dressed I wouldn’t read and ignore her.

The smells of sleep swaddled her-all like baby milk, vanilla and dried sweat. She picked a cup from the sideboard and poured, her back to me, skin shining in the morning dim of the old house. Sugar was there and the cup tink-tink-tink-tinked as she stirred. She had a great ass-that I knew from the jeans she wore. Her butt was like Marcia’s a little smaller, maybe firmer. No, couldn’t have been. Marcia’s butt was bounce a quarter off it firm. Marcia-Jesus. Hadn’t thought of her in months. She liked me to spank her-the first girl who ever asked for it. I didn’t get it at first, but I’m a quick study.

She laughed like I was tickling her; and she’d fake these little ‘ooohs’, and ‘ouches’ like I was hurting her. As if ever that could have happened. She broke up with me when she went off to college. Didn’t want any encumbrances she said. That was her word. I thought I was going to be her husband, but suddenly I was an encumbrance. Christ.

“I’m going back upstairs”, Lynn said turning a little my way so I could see her tits. She liked them and should have, but her eyes, looking sideways, betrayed nothing. She was giving a show but couldn’t tell if it was for my benefit or hers. “There’s a cross breeze up there-feels sweet and you can still taste the last bit of evening.”  I thought to say ‘Yeah’, but some kind of weird, strangled sound came out, so I kept my mouth shut as her bottom disappeared into the shadows and creaking, back up the stairs.

I had never been so hard in my freaking life. It was like all my morning-wood ever rolled together but I didn’t know if it was Marcia’s memory or Lynn’s reality that lit the fuse. I read a paragraph, Doc was in trouble, but remembered nothing. Read it again-then a page, then the same page again. I tried reading aloud in a whispered mantra to bank the fire but it wasn’t working.

Then I heard the creak again-on the stairs. I knew, and started reading harder, silently but unable to drown the sound of her bare feet scuffing across the old hardwood.

“I thought you would follow me.”

She was still naked, her body-facing me now-luminous in the knife edge of sunlight that was peeking through the kitchen window. Golden dust motes twinkled, a cape swirling in the air above her.

“I could.” I kept my eyes on hers as she waited to hear more. “Can I spank you?”

The corner of her mouth lifted; her eye caught the sun. She turned slowly, languidly, a weekend swimmer taking a turn in a pool. “Sure”, she said over her shoulder as her butt walked off again into the shadows.  “Just not too hard.”

For a second, I thought of Jerry. No, less than a second. I’d known him since first grade but it wasn’t like we were brothers or anything. I cringed at the squeaking sound the chair made pushing away from the table.


The Visit – 5

“Brat…” she whispered with a rueful smile.

(Continued from The Visit – 4)

She pulled her T-Shirt over her head and shook out her bowl cut as if it was actually mussed. Hurrying, afraid if she hesitated she wouldn’t, she unsnapped her bra and shook it down her arms. Feeling too exposed standing there, she sat on the bed avoiding his eyes. She appeared slight-not small but slender in a way that she never appeared clothed; more a girl rife with ridges and edges than a fully rounded woman. He recognized the tomboy that had taught him to ride a bike a few years before and he remembered suddenly the pulling feeling he got back then that he didn’t understand.

He bumped his thumb along her ribs and she snorted quickly and blocked him with her elbow.


Protecting her ribs opened her breasts to him. They were no more than thickened medallions on her chest. He rose to the closest one and gently kissed it-once below the nipple then slipped his mouth over it feeling it harden. She arched her back slightly pushing toward his mouth and ran her hand through his thick hair.

“Ohhhh man…” she sighed. “This is so bad…”

He pulled his mouth away from her snapping a thin tendril of saliva. “You say that once more, you’ll be the one getting a spanking”, he said then kissed her hard breastbone before licking the other.

“I deserve it”, she whispered then pulled back as he tried to kiss her.

“No kisses, please…Save them for your girlfriend.” He held his mouth in place-suspended in front of hers. “Please…” He redirected his lips and gave her a kiss on the cheek while cupping the back of her head.

“You’re goofy”, he said breaking and laying back.


The Visit – 4

Her legs were now pressing against the bed and he was looking straight up at her. “I’m afraid something’s going to happen. And I don’t want it to.”

(Continued from The Visit – 3)

“If you don’t want it to, it won’t”, he said.

“It’s not that easy.”

A tear glistened in the gray light coming through the window.

“I can’t help myself. I’m sorry. This is so bad.”

“I’m glad you’re here.” He reached up and brushed the tear from her face before awkwardly squeezing then patting her shoulder. “Do you want to spank me again?” There was no answer. “It’s OK if you want to…”

“No” she whispered allowing her hand to slither under the bedclothes and hover, barely touching his cock, rising like a cobra to the flute. “I don’t want to spank you again.” She pressed her palm lightly onto the hardening bulb blooming through the fly in his boxers. “This is so bad”, she said keeping her hand where it was. “This is so bad”, became her litany, repeated over and over in hopes the droning lamentation might mitigate any repercussions of what was to come.

She unsnapped her jeans and slid them easily over her hips to the floor. Her eyes, adjusted to the light in the room, looked for a reaction. He was up on an elbow watching, desperately wanting to turn on the lamp but fearing light would somehow break a spell and everything would disappear in a puff. Afraid of words, she hooked her thumbs in the elastic of her panties and rolled them down and off. His eyes settled on the dark patch below her belly. Having glanced it before in no way diminished the wonder of beholding it presented to him at eye level.

He reached out then and put his hand on her bare hip registering that this was the first such touch he’d ever had. Her skin was warm and tight across the bone.

“Your shirt too”, he said rubbing the side of her thigh in a way he thought was tender.

“Naw, come on. I have tiny boobs”.

“They’re fine for me. Come on…”

“Brat…” she whispered with a rueful smile.


The Visit – 3


(We’re dropping into the middle here…)

He heard a light scratching at the door before it clicked open slowly, spilling a thin wedge of dim hall light into the room. Her head was a backlit silhouette. He was half expecting her, having heard the phone.

“You awake?” she whispered.

“Yeah, come in…” She seemed to hesitate before sliding sideways inside. He stayed on his back but pushed up onto his pillows. The sheet, twisted up in the chenille spread, covered him from the waist down.

“Don’t you wear anything to bed you brat?” She barked a husky laugh but didn’t look away from his chest and shoulders. The smell of Christmas followed her-he knew she had been into Mom’s gin.

“I’m wearing shorts”, he said.

She hovered over the bed as if stumped about why she was there. She opened her mouth to speak but closed it again, satisfied to breathe a moment. Was it stuffy in the room? There was a window to her left that looked out over the side yard. She probably should open it. But instead of moving, gulped another breath trying to settle the flapping in her chest. She slid closer to the bed.

She would be fine, went the thought, if she just touched him once. Just reach out and touch his shoulder, rub her hand over his thick, hairless chest, but she didn’t. For a moment she didn’t and almost convinced herself that she wouldn’t. But the moment dragged too long until her hand levitated forward of its own accord and feathered her fingers over his shoulder then across his chest just as she’d imagined, then withdrew. “I…I’m sorry. You’re…I’m sorry.”

“What’s up?” He asked rubbing his eyes but not really sleepy.

“That was your Mom on the phone. She said…she said the car’s broke down, but I think she’s loaded. And if she is your Dad is. So they won’t be coming home tonight.”

“Oh”, he said awakening to the heavy silence muffling him. “I’m fine…. If you want to leave I mean.”

“Uh…I’ve been into your Mom’s liquor. I probably shouldn’t drive….”

“Oh. OK.”

“But I should leave.”

They were speaking slowly-deliberately-as if translating their words from a different language.


Her legs were now pressing against the bed and he was looking straight up at her. “I’m afraid something’s going to happen. And I don’t want it to.”



Maddie – 4


(Continued from Maddie – 3)

Maddie hadn’t moved much; just skootched up to lounge against the headboard with a pillow behind her, the bedclothes bunched at her waist. She ran her tongue gently over swollen lips, tender from the force of Chelsea’s kisses. Down below too-she could feel the buzz echoing as she pressed her legs together. The release of the spanking, then the sex, then the sex again had left her physically spent and pleasantly drained. She watched-a hollow china doll in repose-Chelsea dress. Chelsea, on the other hand, was likewise physically softened but her brain, while not firing wild synapses anymore, was dense and unreadable as stacked cordwood.

“Do you?” Maddie asked. Chelsea, set to slip her shirt over her head, looked over her shoulder to see Maddi was reading the “I Need a Good Spanking’ message written across her panties.

“The guy who bought these thought so.”

“Guy huh?”

“Not like that…a friend. He brought us.”

“A friend who buys you kinky underwear…”

“We live with him…Gennie and I…”

“The other zombie.”


“He’s your landlord, then?”



Chelsea turned a crooked smile toward the woman on the bed. “What are you digging for little miss?” She took hold of Maddie’s chin gently and rubbed her thumb lightly across her lips, her smile widening as Maddi’s nipples swelled slightly at her touch. “He’s not my lover, he’s Gennie’s lover.  I’m gay-not bi. And I’m…unattached”, she said making eye contact. “Enough for you?”

“Does he spank you-this landlord?”

“He has, yeah.”

“Really? Like fun?”

“No. Not fun at all.”

Maddie let it drop, watching Chelsea’s bottom spread as she bent to slip her feet into her jeans. It was early, sure, but she didn’t sense a sub bone in this woman’s body. She felt a little tremor at the thought of her taking a spanking she didn’t want to take.

As she snapped her jeans, there was a light knock on the door and Gennie’s harsh whisper: “Chelsea?” The two women shared a glance and Maddie shrugged, her round breasts bobbing.

“Come in Gen.”

Gen paused halfway through the door her eyes caught up on Maddie’s chest. Did she say come in? Then Maddie smiled warmly if sleepily and made no move to cover up. “Come on”, she said. Gen closed the door behind her. The steamy, thick aroma of love hung in the air.

“Uh…” she said slowly, “Dad said to find you.”

“Dad?” said Maddie.

“It’s not like that”, said Chelsea.

“He told me to go find my sister.”

“He said that?”

“Yeah. He’s a little wired…funny but wired.”

“I get that…” said Maddie to no one in particular.

“They want you in the library.”

“Uh oh…” said Maddie.

“Uh…” Chelsea paused, a cold spot lighting in her stomach

“I don’t think that’s it.”

“He said we’d both be getting it tonight.”

“And you said I will…It is what it is. But He’s in with the Bartons. I think they want to meet you.”

With a quick “Oh, right”, Chelsea slipped on her sneakers. She bent and took a handful of Maddie’s hair and kissed her hard on the mouth knowing how tender it was. “Don’t know how long I’ll be. Hang with Gen.”

“Yes, Ma’am…”

As she was crossing to the door Gen gave her best puppy-dog eyes. “Nothing for me?”

Chelsea’s long arm coiled around her waist and pulled her tight. Her kiss was softer than Maddie’s, more familiar; less passionate but a good tonguing away from being sisterly. “I’ll see you later”, she said and was out the door.

“I’m Maddie.”

“Hi…You know I’m…”


Gen pulled a chair out from the makeup table and sat. She was uncomfortable walking in on an obviously naked Maddie, but she relaxed seeing that it bothered her not at all.

“You guys hit it off, I guess.”

“You could say that.”

“How’s your butt?”

Maddie wriggled for effect. “Itches, actually.” Gennie could not ignore the slipping blankets revealing a small slash of hip. What was she doing?

“Didn’t she lotion you?”

“What, my butt? No…just her tongue and…spit, I guess.”

“Nice.” Gen sniffed and turned to the makeup table rifling through the jars and tubes till she found the body lotion. She snatched it up and sat on the side of the bed. “This seems to be my specialty. Roll over.”


“You shy all of a sudden?” With effort, Gennie kept her voice flat. She had pretty much figured out what she was doing.

Maddie locked onto her eyes. “Not shy. Little surprised, is all.”

“It’s not like that girl. I’m nursin’, not lovin’. You’ll thank me for this.”

Maddie slid down and rolled over onto her belly. The blankets crossed the small of her back and covered her below. “I really thought today was going to be a bust,” Maddie mumbled into the pillow. Gennie Slid her thumb down the bumps of her warm backbone until she ran into the blanket which she peeled back slowly revealing Maddie’s firm upturned bottom blossoming in sundown pinks and darker reds.

There was only the sound of their breathing as Gen squeezed dollops of lotion onto the warm skin and rubbed it gently in circles. Then, as she had with Chelsea, the soft massage spread beyond where the paddle had touched and Maddie began to writhe a little.

“No matter what you say Gen, this feels naughty. You sure Chelsea will be ok with this?”

“We’ll find out when I tell her.”

“You’re going to tell her?”

“Absolutely. We have no secrets”. Her thumb slipped between the warm cheeks and grazed her asshole. “If I’m going to get spanked anyway, it might as well be for something good.”

“Mmmm, good point.” Maddie sighed lifting her backside into the soft, wet rubbing,  wishing she could slow the flow of juices that had begun to run again….


Maddie – 3



(Continued from Maddie – 2)

It took Chelsea more than a moment to register what Maddie said but read her eyes immediately. But not ‘immediately’ enough. The erstwhile submissive school girl grabbed her wrist and with a quick “Come on!” almost dragged her out the door. Still warm and slick from the scene they had just played Chelsea let herself be dragged-happy to turn over the reins. They stopped in the room where they met to pick up Maddie’s book bag and rushed down the hall to a back staircase which they ascended.

“You know this house?” Chelsea asked.

“Only so far-had to pee as soon as I got here…”

Off the stairs they scampered down a hall to a large bedroom softly washed in the yellow glow of a few tiffany lamps. Maddie, still pulling, dragged Chelsea inside and shut the door behind them, snapping a latch. She turned, yanked Chelsea to her chest before releasing her wrist. Chelsea surrendered herself to the kiss and the squeeze of the girl’s arms encircling her waist–hands exploring up her back then down across her ass. The entwining arms tightened and for a moment Chelsea thought she might have to back away-if she could-so strong was Maddie’s desperate embrace.

Maddie broke away first, sliding her face only far enough to speak.  “Go and wipe that shit off your face”, she breathed nodding toward a candlelit powder room opposite the bed.

“You mean my perfectly applied zombie makeup?” she teased.

Maddie kissed her again-lighter this time with a little nibble to her bottom lip and a hard squeeze of butt-cheek.

“I don’t want it smudging off on the insides of my thighs-or all over my ass.” Maddie released her and began unbuttoning her blouse. “Go” she said with a little push.

Chelsea worked quickly in the bathroom, pulling her shirt and sports bra over her head and tossing them into a heap. There was cold cream, soap everything she needed laid out on a table-definitely a woman’s bathroom. She wondered in her lusty mind if there would be a price to pay for using someone else’s stuff so freely. She worked quickly, the buzz in her crotch building as she cleaned and got closer to being finished.

She shivered at the reflection that she knew so well. The wide, boyish shoulders and angular build, firm if small breasts, flat stomach…her damp hair slicked straight back. Her hands lingered on her belt as her mind whirled through the previous two hours. She had revealed more of herself this evening than she had in the past year. She didn’t know how she felt about it but, right then, as the shivers brought a weakness to her knees, she wasn’t sure she cared.

“Take them down”, came Maddie’s throaty voice from the bed. The door to the powder room was cracked giving the girl a perfect view of her ablutions. She watched naked, propped on pillows with her finger gently stroking the wet place that craved a little less tenderness.

Chelsea gave herself up to the tremors washing through her and watched, strangely disengaged, as wisps of blond hair appeared above her loosening jeans. She allowed them to slide down leaving her nude but for the ‘I need a spanking’ underpants. Too charged to appreciate the joke Maddie said, “Those too…”

She slipped them off. “Now get in here…”

Chelsea tried for a controlled deliberate approach, but fell on Maddie like a starving guest at the buffet table not knowing what to try first. Maddi’s thrusting chest solved the problem. Her nipples were thick lozenges that gave softly to the bite and Chelsea was just settling into them when Maddi, sucking air between her teeth rolled onto her side.

“Here-here…”, she said, hiking up a leg positioning her bottom hungrily. Even in the dim light it was marked and sweetly pink. “Smack me”, she breathed roughly. “Spank me…”

“You want more?”

“Do it, dammit…”

Chelsea raised her hand and brought it down hard expecting a yelp of pain but instead rewarded with a sigh of pleasure.

“Harder…yes…Spank me…”

The demure school girl, her legs tightly pressed together, was gone. She couldn’t open her legs wide enough rolling from one hip to the other to expose more of her bottom. She coughed and mewled lustful whimpers as the smacks rained down.

“Now!” She gasped, not too far gone in her bliss to offer directions. “Squeeze my cheeks-down there at the bottom. Squeeze and rub…”

How she moaned as Chelsea’s hands worked her thick mounds then inside-between-opening her.

“Now kiss”, she growled.  “Every inch-every spot you spanked I want kissed…” She pulled a pillow to her face and pushed her legs backward and flattened. The musky aroma of hot flesh and saliva was heady and thick as Chelsea’s tongue missed not one inch of her backside then pushed her way inside to poke hungrily at Maddie’s seemingly begging asshole. She moaned and-unable to stay still- lifted higher, spreading wider, opening the way for Chelsea’s tongue to slide further under until it slipped fully into her dripping pussy. She lapped from back there until she judged the girl was close then pulled back and rolled her over clamping her mouth over the smoothly waxed mound.

“Make me come…please make me come…” Maddie breathed, grabbing handfuls of Chelsea’s hair. It didn’t take long. Chelsea withstood the head squeezing bucking and rode the orgasmic waves to shore where the legs pinning her head eventually fell open. Chelsea rested her head on the soft cushion of thigh and licked the glistening leavings from her lips enjoying the feel of the girl’s hand stroking her hair.

“I’m Maddie”, she said.

“Chelsea”, she answered speaking directly into her shining vagina. “Nice to meetcha.”



Maddie – 2



(Continued from Maddie Marx)

Happily for Maddie she didn’t have to hop after her ear for long. They were going no further than the room Chelsea and Gennie had just visited. The original group of a dozen or so still mingled but it looked as if the physicals were over. Tommy Bellow, his jeans up and a drink in his hand, was standing against the wall chatting with Nurse Kim. All conversation stopped as Chelsea dragged Maddie-still yelping “Ouch! Ouch!”-into the room.

Gennie followed trying to be inconspicuous. She was equal parts mortified, excited and aroused. Is Chelsea really going to spank that girl here in from of everyone?

“Please Ma’am…not in front of everyone…OWWW!” as her ear took a strong twist before being released. Maddie gave the room a quick glance. Holy shit! She thought, there’s a hundred people in here!

Chelsea surveyed the room. “Excuse me”, she said coolly. “Is there a paddle here I can use to thrash this girl?”

I guess she is, thought Gennie and a bird in her chest flapped a wing. She slipped over toward Tommy and Nurse Kim. “Hi”, whispered Gennie, not wanting to call attention to herself. Tommy winked at her and slid down the wall a tad, giving her space to fit in. Gennie had to look up.

“You’re taller than I thought…” she said.

“Well, standing up, sure”, he grinned. Gennie flushed.

“I have this”, Nurse Kim said moving to the corner and retrieving what looked to be a yardstick but upon further review, was a little thicker and wider and varnished to a bright gold. There were bright red numbers etched on it though no one thought it had ever been used to measure anything. Except perhaps one’s endurance.

“Ah, perfect”, said Chelsea taking the offered implement. “Remove your blazer, Miss Hawkins. It’s liable to get a little warm in here for you.”

Maddie fumbled at the thick tortoiseshell buttons and tried to still her shaking hands. This is what she wanted after all. Wasn’t it? Pretty much, yeah, but maybe she had ended up with more than she bargained for as her mother always used to warn her. Her hands grazed her chest as she doffed the blazer and she was conscious of her nipples-firmly ensconced in her bra and blouse-aching as they hardened. Sheryll would joke that Maddie could come at the sight of a hairbrush. That was an exaggeration, of course. Just. But an exaggeration.

Chelsea took the blazer and lay it gently over a chair. “Stand here”, she said indicating a spot in front of the desk. Maddie moved slowly, outwardly reluctantly, into position. “Bend over” was Chelsea’s next command, “Palms and elbows on the desk.” Maddie did as she was told feeling her skirt lift slightly in back.

She held her breath, knowing what came next. The room collectively inhaled as Chelsea pinched the hem of the thick tartan skirt and lifted it up over Maddie’s back.

“You’ve given me no choice, Miss Harris”, she intoned.

“There’s always a choice Ma’am” said Maddie glancing back over her shoulder.

“Eyes front Missy!”

“Yes, Ma’am.” Maddie settled. She was fine with the view she was offering. Field hockey was a memory but she spent enough time at the gym and playing in an intermediate coed soccer league to know she was in shape. Of course, Sherryl would pinch her bottom now and again and say something supremely witty like “I found that five pounds you were looking for” but she was a beanpole. Maddie was fine with her backside.

She felt the stick touch her and rub back and forth smoothly over the cotton. She gritted her teeth and waited.

“It’s a good thing she’s not in my class”, Nurse Kim piped up.

Chelsea stayed her stick for a moment and turned toward the throaty lilt of the beautiful mahogany woman.

“Why would that be Nurse Kimani?”

“In my class, three detentions would automatically assure a punishment on the bare bottom.”

“What?” thought Maddie. “WHAT?” She had been spanked in front of others certainly. Usually it was the four of them drinking spritzers and playing cards at Emily’s apartment. Or at the Lodge. That was fun. And hot. This? “Say yuck, she told herself. YUCK!” but no word came out.

Chelsea looked toward her charge and thought she saw her head dip slightly. A nod? An assent? She’d given her the safe word-she could opt out of anything at any time. They definitely had the attention of the room.

The bright white cotton strained across her strong bottom. Looking at her hamstrings and the cut of her thighs, Chelsea-and everyone else for that matter-knew she was an athlete. “What the hell…” thought Chel warming to the task. “No ‘Yuck’, I’m playing.”

“I’m new to this school”, Chelsea announced as if on stage. “I’ll go with Nurse Kim’s suggestion.” Then, without another word and minus any flourishes, Chelsea stuck her thumbs in the elastic and pulled the panties down quickly off Maddie’s bottom. They fluttered to the floor.

“Oh dear GOD!” screamed the voice in Maddie’s head. “I’m bare ass in front of a room full of strangers! Too late for ‘Yuck’ now.” What had she been thinking? Her mom tittered again: something about biting off more than you can chew. No, I’m fine…she said to herself. This is fine. I can handle this. Happily, her bottom was full enough to secrete her most intimate parts inside and under voluptuous folds and crevices. Still, she held her legs primly together already feeling a dampening there.

“That is a beautiful ass”, said Tommy quietly to Gennie.

“Yes”, she agreed. “Very.”

“You like that?”

“You don’t?”

“Yeah, but….”

“Don’t worry. I thought your bum looked very sweet too with the thermometer sticking out of it.”

His no-doubt witty rejoinder was interrupted by the sharp CRACK of Chelsea’s stick across the fulsome center of Maddie’s bottom. Her mouth fell open in a silent gasp. “Don’t let your mouth write a check that your ass can’t cash”, echoed in her head. It wasn’t her mother saying it, but she got it.

She braced for the second swat and even pushed her bottom back a little. Chelsea delivered a smack that echoed off the crown molding and hardwood floors. The bad girl flinched but uttered not a sound.

The third was harder still then the forth the hardest. She slapped the table hard. “Dammit!!” she hissed through gritted teeth. Chelsea listened, but heard nothing else.

“You have something to say Miss?”

“No”, she winced.

Chelsea reared back and struck again and Maddie took it silently.

“She’s good…” Tommy whispered.

“I’d be crying….”

“She might get there…Your friend is really working her.”

By the time she paused there were six bright red stripes across the girl’s ass and she had started to wriggle and undulate in a way that threatened to expose all that she had wanted to keep hidden.  Chelsea gave her a break to compose herself. Not being able to help herself, Chelsea patted, then rubbed both creased cheeks feeling the slightly raised welts.

“A few more Miss Hayes.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“I’m going to place them lower…here”, she illustrated, sliding her finger, then fingers, along the untouched softness of Maddie’s sit spots. The girl gasped at the touch and growled low in her throat as the torturing touch lingered then stroked back and forth, back and forth leaving their own little white paths. “These will be memorable”, Chelsea whispered close.

“Yes Ma’am” Maddie said.

The stick’s first assault on the soft bottom cheeks was firm and loudly cracking. “You BITCH!” thought Maddie gritting her teeth and tensing back there. Chelsea saw the tightness in the cheeks; the clenching dimpling the skin and tightening the doors to all the openings. This would never do. So instead of swinging away and swatting, Chelsea slapped lightly but firmly.

SLAP—SLAP—SLAP landed the stick. “You need to loosen up Miss Hayes…loosen up and open up.” The paddle was now an onslaught of light cracks in the same place, pinkening rather than reddening the skin. The room seemed to lean forward noticing the shift in tone and tempo.

“Holy shit!” whispered Gennie leaning into Tommy. “This is….”

“Yeah.  Very. Punishment’s over”, he said. “This is reward…”

“You better open girl,” said Chelsea with a menacing smile. “I could do this all night. SLAP—SLAP—SLAP!!

She was already wriggling again trying for relief, but was afraid to open. What if they saw how wet she was. She didn’t know, of course, but it felt like a river was running through her. SLAP—SLAP—SLAP! Oh dammit, she thought. SLAP—SLAP—SLAP! So what? Who cared who saw what? SLAP—SLAP!! ALRIGHT! she pushed backward, not revealing much, not opening completely but making the effort. Chelsea struck once more on the top of the left leg allowing the tip of the stick to impact lightly inside the firm thigh.

“Very good”, announced Chelsea. “Are you finished?”

“Yes, ma’am. Thank you ma’am.”

“Alright then. You may stand and pull up your panties.” As she did, the crowd dispersed with murmurs of approval all round. “That was hot”, was heard. “I bet her butt is hot.” “I’d like to feel it and see….”

“Shame to cover that up”, said Chelsea. “It’s very pretty-very well marked.”

“You did your job”, Maddie said softly. She seemed a little unsteady on her feet.

“Are you OK? I gave you the safe-word…I figured that…”

Maddie looked up, her face almost as red as her bottom but her eyes shining. “There are only two words I want to say to you”, she said huskily her throat conspiring to choke them off.

“What are those?”

“Fuck me.”