The Date, Part 4

 

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                                                              The Date: Part 4

It was a heady time for the young couple.  A few weeks ago, Jim had spanked Sara for the second time.  That second spanking had been with a hairbrush.  Both spankings had produced real tears, and mutual arousal, although the couple still pledged to avoid intercourse.  That second spanking, done with a hairbrush, had also left Sara with some mild marks on her bottom, but they were long since faded.  Because of Jim’s previous strapping at the hands of his father, punishment for his drinking and (almost) driving on their only “car” date, Sara had insisted that they couldn’t be “even” until she had also been strapped.  Since convincing a parent to do the job seemed unlikely, that responsibility would fall to Jim.   

To his credit, Jim had mixed emotions.  Spanking Sara had afforded him his very first glance at, and the first touches of, her bare bottom and other feminine charms.  Having a beautiful and scantily clad young lady squirming on his lap was one of the most exciting events of Jim’s life.  But there was much more to it than that!  Spanking had long been a subject of very special interest to Jim.  Now he was discovering that the same was true for Sara.

On the other hand, Jim really didn’t want to hurt Sara, and he surely didn’t want to do anything to drive her away.  By now, he was deeply in love with this beautiful young lady and knew that she felt the same.  So Jim wanted to proceed carefully.  Balanced against this was Sara’s insistence that she receive a real strapping. 

Unfortunately they had real problems finding privacy, except for those two dangerous evenings when Jim had sneaked over to Sara’s house.  Sara’s parents tolerated, even welcomed, Jim in their home.  However, for several weeks following that disastrous date they wouldn’t allow him to date their daughter.  The best they could do was to sit together on Sara’s front porch, where at least they could talk in relative privacy.  And talk they did!  Forever after, their relationship was blessed with enviable communication.

Finally, they were allowed very limited dating.  Driving was still forbidden, so Jim and Sara would ride their bicycles to the movie, and then share a pizza before riding home together.

In the theater, they would seek the darkest corner, and spent little time actually watching the movie.  As young couples do, they learned the sweet terrain of each other’s bodies through feel.  Soon, they had progressed to moderate petting.   This was a fairly safe activity because the theater was always too crowded for anything “serious” to happen.

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Perhaps it was best that it took several weeks before an opportunity arose for them to find privacy for Sara’s strapping.  That gave the young couple the opportunity to learn a bit about controlling their hormone-driven urges.  They had agreed that they would eventually have no boundaries except actual intercourse.  To this end, they had solemnly agreed on a simple rule: Only one of them could be exposed at a time.  If his penis was to be allowed out of it’s cage, then she must be firmly dressed.  If he stayed dressed and zipped, then it might be possible for him to intimately explore the exciting world under her panties.  It wasn’t a perfect plan, it wouldn’t be easy to live by, but it was better than no plan at all!  

Finally the perfect opportunity came.  Sara’s parents had been given tickets to a performance at a Fine Arts Center that was nearly a two hour drive away.  Her parents wouldn’t be home until well after midnight!  Since there were only two tickets, Sara didn’t even need to invent an excuse to stay home.

It was a dark, moonless night.  They purposely waited until after Jim’s normal bedtime so that his father wouldn’t notice his absence.  By then it was pitch dark, a perfect time for sneaking out of one’s home and skulking around the neighborhood without fear of prying eyes.   Jim found Sara’s house totally dark except for one dim light in her upstairs bedroom window.  That single light was the “all clear” signal that they had agreed on.  Confidently, Jim knocked on the back door.

The door quickly opened, and Jim found himself pulled into the dark kitchen and ardently embraced.  His tingly fingers quickly ascertained what his eyes couldn’t; Sara was naked!  Jim’s physical response was sudden and painful.  She giggled as he groaned and reached down to rearrange himself inside his pants.  Then he resumed the embrace.  With their lips locked together, he let his hands roam freely and ardently until they finally settled on cupping each of her nether cheeks.  The strapping temporarily forgotten, he pulled their groins tightly together. 

The unmistakable feeling of Jim’s erection so close to her “target area” coupled with Jim’s increasingly heavy breathing had a sobering effect on Sara.  Gently, she eased him away, and spoke in a firm voice that sounded nothing like a girl who was about to humbly submit her bare bottom for correction.  “Can you safely do this Jim?  We need to be sure that we are both under control before we go up to my room.  Getting pregnant would ruin everything!  If not, I have a ‘plan B’ that still would be fun, but it wouldn’t get my strapping over with.”    

To his credit, Jim didn’t immediately demand that they go up to Sara’s room.  He, of course, was fully cognizant of his own arousal, but he had learned just enough from their theater fumbling to detect the physical manifestations of Sara’s arousal.  A warm dampness, coupled with her heavy breathing, told him they were in dangerous territory.  It was hard, but the young man did the responsible thing; he suggested that they “wait until we calm down a bit”.

Feeling his way around the dark kitchen, Jim found two dinette chairs and pulled them into the middle of the kitchen.  There they sat, facing each other, knee to knee.  Their hands wandered a bit, but Jim desperately tried to avoid pawing and deep kissing.  Instead, he led her into conversation, as if the two were fully dressed sitting openly on Sara’s porch.  They finally succeeded in defusing the situation. 

Twenty minutes later, the situation had de-escalated enough that Jim asked, “Are you ready to get your punishment over with young lady?”  In the profoundly dark kitchen he sensed, rather than saw, her solemn nod.

He fumbled at his side to work a large item from his hip pocket.  Sara felt it pressed into her hand.  It was a tightly rolled up belt. “Then carry this upstairs young lady.  First I’ll warm your bottom up for you, and then you will hand that back to be and ask to be whipped with it.  Understand?”

“Yes sir” she replied contritely.

They rearranged the chairs to hide the evidence of their meeting.  Then Sara handed Jim a flashlight.  “Light my way up the stairs, I don’t want to turn on any lights down here.”

She led him to the staircase and then preceded Jim up the stairs with him shining the light upwards.  In the process of lighting Sara’s way, Jim naturally lighted up Sara.  He gasped at this first view of her nakedness.  Jim soon forgot about lighting Sara’s way!      

The upward-shining flashlight accentuated the curves of her pale buttocks.  The tiny hairs that lined both sides of her nether cleft lit up like miniature candles.  One clever beam of light slipped up through her cleft, illuminated the length of her spine, and then splashed into her yellow tresses.  The effect was pure art!  Spanking momentarily forgotten, Jim stood open-mouthed at the erotic beauty of the sight.

Momentarily irritated because Jim wasn’t lighting up the stairs for her, Sara stopped and turned, providing young Jim with a whole new set of visual distractions. 

Finally they made it to the top of the stairs, and into the forbidden and dimly lit territory of Sara’s bedroom.

Jim looked around the semi-familiar room.  He noticed immediately that Sara had cleaned off her small desk as he had previously instructed her.  He gave Sara a quick peck on the cheek, and then lifted the desk and moved it to the center of the room.  They had previously agreed that she would bend over that to receive her thrashing.  She placed the belt on the desk.

Then he took her hand and led her to the bed.  He sat, positioned her in front of him, and started to deliver the lecture that he had mentally prepared.  To his surprise, Sara gently put her fingers over his lips to stop him. 

With tears in her eyes, she spoke.  Jim was at first irritated that she had taken control, but soon lost his anger, forgot his prepared lecture, and even momentarily forget that his beautiful girlfriend was standing before him naked.  In rapt silence, he listened as she apologized to him for everything, told him that she had been at least 50% responsible for everything, and was terribly sorry that Jim had endured so much punishment for something that she could so easily have prevented. 

“I’m sorry Jim, I’m really sorry” she sobbed.  “Will you please make us even so we can start over?  Please don’t hold back.  Warm up my bottom and then strap it.  Strap me just as hard as you got strapped, or this will never go away.”
With a lump in his throat, Jim simply croaked “OK” and then patted his lap.

Soon Jim felt the now-familiar and not entirely unwelcome pain of Sara’s weight pushing down on his erection, which was rigidly pushing back at her.

He sat at a bit of an angle so that her torso rested on the bed, but her toes dug into the carpet.  She reached for a pillow and buried her face into it to muffle her cries.  He adjusted her position, and then firmly wrapped his left arm around her waist.  Without further drama, he delivered the first few spanks.  They were scorchers, intended to take her breath away and to firmly establish that he was now totally in charge of this correction.

Sara’s pear-shaped buttocks bounced, rippled, and colored from the force of the spanks.  Although modesty was hardly one of Sara’s goals tonight, her legs were soon thrashing and offering her boyfriend devastatingly tempting glimpses of her most intimate feminine charms.  As her bottom took on a deeper shade of red, her voice blossomed into a full shriek, thankfully muffled by that pillow to avoid alerting her nosy neighbors.

They had talked about this, and they had agreed that Sara would wear slacks for a day or two after this spanking to hide her legs until all redness disappeared, but that Jim would confine any bruising to the area concealed by a full pair of panties.  That meant that this spanking could include Sara’s “sit spots” and thighs, but her strapping would involve a much smaller area.

Therefore Jim bravely moved his target area down to Sara’s thighs, which increased her already-shrill response to her spanking.  After he had turned her “sit spots” and the backs of her thighs a brilliant red, Jim briefly considered ordering her to open her legs so that he could pepper her tender inner thighs, but decided against it (this time).  Instead, he returned to her buttocks to give each of them a dozen parting spanks.  In unhappy surprise at this new assault, her hand shot back, but Jim neatly intercepted it and held it as he applied the finishing spanks. 

Still over Jim’s lap, Sara bawled into the pillow as she gradually regained her senses.  She definitely felt like a well-spanked girl.  She knew that she could likely beg off from her strapping, but she really didn’t want to put Jim into that “Catch 22" position.  Well aware that the belt and the desk awaited, Sara painfully pushed herself up from Jim’s lap and gave him a wet kiss.  He started to pull her into a cuddle, but she resisted.  Instead she whispered, “Let’s get this done before one of us loses nerve.”

On wobbly feet, she stood and went to the waiting desk.  She picked up the belt and offered it to Jim, who soberly accepted it.

He positioned her carefully.  He positioned one pillow under her hips to raise her bottom and to pad the edge of the desk.  She buried her face in another pillow to muffle her cries, and her hands had a death grip on the far edge of the desk. 

Over previous days, Jim had practiced his aim and perfected his swing.  But the accuracy he had gained, combined with his fear of striking outside her “panty line”  was about serve to Sara’s detriment.  After due thought, Jim had settled on the traditional “one swat
 per year”.  So Sara would receive 16 serious blows from Jim’s belt.  The problem, not fully appreciated by either of them, was that all those strokes would land near the center of poor Sara’s tush.

Once he had Sara perfectly positioned, Jim stepped back slightly, raised the belt high, and slashed it into her delectable mounds.  A white streak instantly appeared across her pink cheeks, which quickly morphed into bright red.  Sara shrieked and tried to raise herself from the desk, but Jim was ready for that move.  He used his left hand between her shoulder blades to firmly urge her back into place, and then quickly applied the second stroke.

Fourteen more strokes followed.  Sara took them as bravely as possible, but that isn’t saying much.  At least she kept her face in the pillow, or Jim might have had to stop to avoid the neighbors hearing her shrieks.  Sara’s bottom was livid and bruised.  She would need to be extremely careful for the next three weeks to be sure that nobody noticed.   Fortunately, she didn’t have a physical education class that semester, so she wouldn’t have occasion to shower in school. 

Feeling like a bully, Jim helped his sobbing girlfriend to her bed.  She laid face down, and he held her as she cried out her pain.  Although Sara had promised differently, Jim was terribly afraid that she would never speak to him again.  Finally she calmed down enough to return his kisses and snuggle up against him.  This gave Jim hope that perhaps all would be well, but now he was again dealing with an acute tightness in his groin. 

At last she spoke,” Oh wow!  You really did a job on my bottom!  It’s hard for me to say right now, but thanks.  Now we’re finally even, and I promise I’ll try to keep us out of trouble from now on.”  (The fact that she was saying this as she was naked in her bedroom in the company of her boyfriend seemed temporarily forgotten.)

“Just remember though,” she continued, “as long as my pants are off, your pants stay on and your zipper stays up.  Promise?”

“Yes, I promise,” he said breathlessly as his hands wandered freely.

“The lotion is on the little stand in the bathroom.  Will you get it please?”

Tom was thankful for the temporary distraction created by her request.  He easily found the bottle and brought it to her bed.  She raised her bottom and sighed at he gingerly applied the soothing balm to her ravaged bottom.  At some point her legs opened, and Jim gladly accepted the unspoken invitation.  His hand slid between her inner thighs.  From their theater groping sessions, he knew the import of the slickness he now found in her most private place.  The sting in her bottom temporarily forgotten, Sara groaned and wantonly pushed herself against Jim’s probing fingers.   
  
He was clumsy at the job, and Sara had to remind him twice to be gentle, but finally Jim brought Sara to her very first non-solo orgasm.  It was wonderful, it was a bit scary, but it was an experience she would never forget.

They kissed and fondled on the bed.  For the first time ever, Jim had the opportunity to explore every inch of his girlfriend’s body.  For him, it was simultaneous heaven and torment.  He delighted in the sight and feel of his girlfriend’s bareness, but was scarcely in control of his own raging hormones. 

Sara found a solution to Jim’s dilemma.  She pointed to a tiny pile of clothes.  “Jim, will you please find me a pair of panties and my pajama bottoms?”

Puzzled, and a bit disappointed he asked, “W...why?”

She caressed the lump in his pants, “Remember our rule?  If you put my pants on, we get to take your’s off.  And then we can...”

 Jim instantly agreed, and the thing was quickly done.  Sara winced as her panties came up over her raw bottom, but the loose pajama bottoms weren’t a problem.  She remained bare from the waist up.  Later, Jim wouldn’t remember if he tore his own clothes off or if Sara helped, but soon he was naked and enjoying Sara’s full attention.  She kissed, fondled and nuzzled him, but quickly zeroed in on the focus of his desire.  In their earlier petting sessions, Sara hadn’t yet made Jim “go off”, but she had learned enough from other girls gossip that she knew how to proceed.  She slathered lotion on his rigid member, wrapped her fist around it, and soon had Jim panting and kicking his way to an orgasm.  He ejaculated quickly.  This being her first time, Sara was quietly appalled at the mess.  

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Their passions temporarily slaked, they finally thought to check the time.  It was 11:30, and Sara’s parents were due soon.  They cleaned up the bedroom and moved the desk back to its proper place.  Reluctantly, Jim dressed, but Sara elected to remain topless.

They walked downstairs and embraced in the dark near the kitchen door.  Here, they were somewhat safe because they could easily disappear in opposite directions if they saw headlights turning into the drive.

Jim pulled the back of Sara’s PJ’s and panties down and used the flashlight to take one last glimpse of her bottom.  He gulped at the damage.  “I’m, I’m sorry” he started, “I know that’s really going to hurt for the next few days.”

She stopped him, “You did exactly what I wanted you to do, so don’t apologize.  Are we even now?”

“We were even before.” Jim insisted.

“It didn’t feel like that to me.” Sara replied. “But it does now.”

Then, with her heart pumping in double time she asked, “So now that we’re even, can we start that deal we discussed the other day?”

Now it was Jim’s heart rate that accelerated.  “You mean...?”

“Yes, I mean that deal where we make rules to keep us both on the ‘straight and narrow’.  If I break the rules, you spank me.  If you break the rules, I spank you.”

“I’ve been thinking about that,” Jim breathed, “Do you really think you’re strong enough? “

“I’m just as strong as my mother, and she did a pretty good job on your bottom that night.”

It was dark, so Sara didn’t get to enjoy the deep blush on Jim’s face.

Jim paused before answering.  He didn’t want to seem too eager.  “OK.  I guess that’s only fair.  We’ll discuss the rules tomorrow.”

After a lingering embrace and one last breathless kiss, Jim reluctantly slipped out the back door.  Sara locked the door behind him and returned to her bedroom.

They both had much to think about, and lots of talking to do.

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