Julie 1998: Hit me baby one more time

Continued from: Julie: 1998

[F/m teasing] [M/f forceful] [spanking] [daddy issues] 

Dear Diary, 

Being an eighteen-year-old freshman on campus was like being a kid in a candy store. There were so many cute boys everywhere I looked, and they were all so eager to please me. It was almost too easy, but a lot of these boys got put in the friend zone. I preferred to date a little older, real men, rather than silly boys. 

Also, I found out very quickly that it was time to drop the grunge look, the Alicia Silverstone, Aerosmith style and put away my Pearl Jam CDs. It was time to go full-on Britney, bitch! Because under the surface, I’m actually not that innocent. 

I remember this one time, I was in the library studying for a big exam. I had on a short skirt and my midriff exposed to show off my curves. I knew I looked good, and I wasn't afraid to flaunt it. 

I was sitting at a table with a couple nerdy guys, and I could see them stealing glances at me every chance they got. I decided to have a little fun with them. I leaned back in my chair and crossed my legs, giving them a perfect view of my smooth, toned thighs. I saw their eyes widen and their jaws drop. I pretended not to notice, but inside I was laughing. 

Then I started twirling my hair around my finger, licking my lips seductively. I could practically see the drool dripping down their chins. They were so pathetic, it was almost funny. 

But then I had an idea. I uncrossed my legs and slowly spread them apart, giving them a clear view of my white lace panties. I ran my hand up my thigh, teasing them, then slipped my fingers under the edge of my panties. 

Then, suddenly, I stopped. I closed my legs, adjusted my skirt, and went back to studying like nothing had happened. The guys looked confused and frustrated, but they didn't dare say anything. I was one of the popular girls and they knew I could wield that power if I needed to. 

I did stuff like that all the time. I loved teasing boys, getting them all hot and bothered, then leaving them hanging (quite literally). It was a power trip, knowing that I had that kind of control over them.

Sometimes I would take it a step further. I remember one time, I was at a party and this really cute guy was hitting on me. We were dancing and grinding on each other, and I could feel his hard-on pressing against my ass. 

I turned around and looked up at him with my most innocent expression. "Want to go somewhere more private?" I asked. 

He nodded eagerly and led me upstairs to an empty bedroom. As soon as the door closed, he was all over me, kissing me and groping my tits. I let him for a minute, then pushed him away. 

"Not so fast," I said, dropping to my knees in front of him. "I want to taste you first." 

He looked surprised but pleased. I undid his pants and pulled out his cock, which was not overly impressive but was rock hard and ready. I licked my lips and took him into my mouth, sucking him deep. 

He moaned and grabbed my hair, guiding my head as I bobbed up and down on his shaft. I could tell he was getting close, his hips bucking and his breathing getting heavier. 

But then, just as he was about to cum, I pulled away. I looked up at him with a wicked grin. "Sorry, but I don't swallow," I said, standing up and adjusting my dress. 

He looked confused and angry, as cum bubbled and dribbled from the tip of his cock, flowing down onto the carpet in a steady stream. I could hear him cursing under his breath as I left and shut the door behind me. I know it was mean, but it was so much fun. I loved having that kind of power over guys, being able to drive them crazy with desire and then leave them frustrated and unsatisfied. 

Of course, sometimes it backfired on me, which I actually didn't mind. Sometimes a girl needs and wants to be manhandled. There was this one guy, a football player named Chad, who I teased mercilessly for weeks. I would rub up against him in class, pass him notes with dirty content written on them, I even flashed him my tits once, when no one was looking.

But Chad was more mature than his age would suggest. He knew what I was up to, and wasn't about to let me get away with it. One day, he cornered me in the locker room after practice and told me that it was time put up or shut up. 

I tried to play it cool, but deep down I was nervous. Chad was a big, strong guy, and I knew he could overpower me if he wanted to. 

"What do you want, Chad?" I asked, trying to sound innocent and virginal. 

He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me against him, his erection pressing into my stomach. "I want you to suck my dick, right here, right now," he growled in my ear. 

I knew I could say no, and he would have accepted that, but there was something about the way he was looking at me, the way he was touching me, forcefully, that made me weak in the knees. I nodded slowly, sinking down to my knees in front of him. 

I took a deep breath and wrapped my lips around the head of Chad's cock, swirling my tongue around it. He groaned and grabbed my hair, pushing my head down further onto his shaft. I gagged a little as he hit the back of my throat, but I managed to relax and take him deeper. He was so big, I could feel him stretching my throat, filling me up in a way that no one else ever had. 

"Fuck yeah, just like that," Chad grunted thrusting his hips forward. "You're such a good little cocksucker." 

I moaned around his cock when he called me that, sending vibrations through his shaft. I could feel myself getting wet, my pussy tingling with excitement. I loved the feeling of being used, being dominated by a powerful man. 

Chad started fucking my face harder, his balls slapping against my chin with each thrust. I could barely breathe, but I didn't care. All that mattered was pleasing him, making him feel good. 

Suddenly, he pulled out of my mouth with a pop. I gasped for air, my lips puffy and my eyes watering. Chad grabbed me by the hair and guided me to my feet, spinning me around and bending me over a nearby bench. 

"You've been teasing me for weeks, you little slut," he growled, yanking down my shorts and panties in one motion. "Now's time to pay the price." 

I felt his hand come down hard on my bare ass, the sting of the spank sending a jolt of pleasure through my body. "Oh god, yes!" I cried out, arching my back and pressing my ass back towards him. He spanked me again and again, each slap harder than the last. My ass was on fire, but I loved every second of it. I could feel my pussy dripping with desire, begging to be filled. 

Then, without warning, Chad plunged his cock deep inside me. I screamed in ecstasy, my pussy walls clenching around him as he stretched me open. He started pounding into me, his hips slamming against my sore ass with each powerful thrust. 

"You like that, you dirty little tease?" He panted, reaching around to grab my tits roughly. "You like getting fucked like the little cock-tease you are?"

"Yes, Daddy!" I cried out, "hit me again," I pleaded, my mind going blank with pleasure as my hands rushed to cover my mouth in complete shock. Oh dear god! What the hell did I just say?!! 

Diary! I did something really stupid. I mean, really, really stupid. And now I'm scared that Chad is going to think I'm a total freak. But much to my surprise, he invited me over later that night. He said his parents went out to the Ponderosa for dinner and were stopping at Jumbo Video to grab us some movies. 

Anyway, we were making out on his couch, and things started to get a little heated again. His hands were all over me, and I could feel his hard cock pressing against my thigh. I was so turned on, I could barely think straight. 

And then, before I knew it, he was flipping me over and bending me over the edge of the sofa while yanking down my shorts and panties in one fluid jerk. I let out a little squeal of surprise, but he just laughed and smacked my bare ass. 

"You've been a naughty little tease, haven't you?" he growled in my ear. "Practically throwing yourself at me, showing off that hot little body of yours. I think it's time somebody taught you a lesson." 

Chad wasn't wrong. He was several years older than me and my new Britney style was quite the contrast to how I used to dress, in baggy plaid shirts and carpenter jeans. 

So here I was. Bent over the couch in Chad's basement. On my knees with my shorts and panties pulled down. My heart was pounding in my chest. I knew what was coming but I was powerless to stop it. And deep down, I didn't want to. 

Chad's hand came down again, and again, spanking me hard on my bare ass. It stung like crazy, and I could feel tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. But at the same time, it felt so good. So right. Like this was exactly what I needed. 

As he spanked me. Chad kept up a steady stream of dirty talk. "You like that, don't you? You like being spanked like a naughty little slut. I bet you'd love it if I fucked you right now, wouldn't you?"

I was so turned on, I could hardly breathe. And then, before I could stop myself, the words just slipped out again. "Yes, Daddy." I moaned. "Please fuck me, Daddy." 

As soon as I said it, I froze in horror. What the hell was I thinking? Why had I just called Chad "Daddy"? He wasn't my father, or even my stepfather. He was just a guy I was hooking up with. 

But it was too late to take it back. Chad paused for a moment, his hand reaching for mine to place it around his cock. And then, to my shock, he went with it. 

"You want me to be your Daddy, baby?" he said, his voice low and husky. "Is that what gets you off? Calling me Daddy while I spank your naughty little ass?" 

I didn't know what to say. I was mortified, but at the same time, I was so turned on I could barely think straight. And then Chad did something that made my stomach twist with shame and embarrassment. He reached down between my legs, sliding his fingers over my pussy to give me a wet check! "Fuck, you're soaked," he groaned. "You really do like this, don't you?" 

I couldn't deny it. I was practically dripping, my body betraying me in the most humiliating way possible. And when he started rubbing my clit, I lost all control. 

"Yes, Daddy," I moaned, as I climbed up onto his lap. "Please, Daddy, I need you. I need your big cock in my little pussy." 

We fucked like animals, our bodies slamming together in a wild, frenzied rhythm. Chad pounded into me, grunting and growling like a beast, while I clawed at his neck and shoulders, screaming out my pleasure. 

All the while, I kept calling him "Daddy", begging him to spank me harder, to fuck me deeper. I don't know why I called Chad "Daddy". I don't know why the thought of being spanked and fucked like a naughty little girl turns me on so much. But I do know that I can't stop thinking about it. Can't stop fantasizing about it. 

It's been over a week since Chad's basement and I can't contain this any longer. 

Tonight, I need to take matters into my own hands! 

Julie 

Continued in: Julie 1998: Bedtime Spanking

Cabin Fever

Continued from: "Come on, let's Colour"

[F/f] [lezdom] [MDLG] [spanking] [cornertime] [hairbrush] [OTK] [BDSM]

The car tires crunched on the gravel driveway as we pulled up to the quaint cottage nestled in the snowy woods. The night air was crisp an cold, and the moon shone brightly overhead. I turned to Summer, who was practically bouncing with excitement in the passenger seat. "We're here, sweetie," I announced, a warm smile spreading across my face. "Our own little winter wonderland." 

Summer's eyes sparkled with delight as she took in the charming sight before us. The cottage was straight out of a fairy tale, with its pitched roof and stone chimney puffing out wisps of smoke. As we gathered our bags from the trunk, I couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over me. This was exactly what we needed - a chance to escape the hustle and bustle of the Facility and reconnect with each other in a peaceful, romantic setting. 

I had been looking forward to this wintery getaway for weeks, eager to escape the stresses of daily life and indulge in some "quality time" with my beloved wife. 

While Summer busied herself exploring the quaint living room and kitchen, I slipped into the bedroom, a mischievous grin playing at the corners of my lips. From my suitcase, I retrieved a delicate yellow gingham dress, its fabric gentle and pristine. Beside it, I laid out a pair of crisp white knee socks and a set of glossy Mary Jane heels, their patent leather gleaming in the soft lamplight. Despite her age, I knew Summer craved the vulnerability and submission that such an outfit represented. 

With a satisfied nod, I turned my attention to a second bag, this one containing an array of implements designed for a very specific purpose. One by one, I extracted the paddles and straps, running my fingers over their smooth surfaces and testing their weight in my hands. 

As I neatly arranged a few of the tools on the bed, I called out to Summer, my voice gentle but firm. "Sweetheart, it's Sunday...you know what we have to do. Please change and come get me when you're ready. You'll be going over Mommy's knee for your weekly maintenance." 

I could hear Summer's sharp intake of breath as she hurried to comply, taking in the sight of all the logistics that I laid on the bed for her. 

As I sat waiting on the plush sofa, the fire crackling merrily in the hearth, I heard the clicking patter of clunky Mary Janes approaching from the bedroom. 

When she finally emerged in the doorway, I couldn't help but catch my breath at the sight before me. There she stood, my beautiful, mature wife, transformed into the picture of youthful innocence. Her hair was tied up in pigtails, the blonde tresses bouncing gently with each movement of her head. 

As she stepped into the living room, she executed a perfect curtsy, her skirt flaring out around her as she dripped. "Good evening, Mommy," she greeted me formally. "I'm ready for my spanking, Mommy."

"Thank you sweetheart," I replied, reaching out to take her hand in mine. With a gentle squeeze, signaling that it was time to begin our weekly ritual, I led her back to the bedroom and pulled a straight-backed chair from the corner, positioning it in the middle of the room. 

With practiced ease, she reached under her dress and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, sliding them down to her knees. I took a seat in the chair, and watched as she gathered the fabric of her dress in her hands and lifted it high above her waist, exposing the full curve of her perfect bum. 

There was something so profoundly erotic and taboo about the sight of her standing there, half-naked, bald pussy trembling with vulnerability, yet radiating an aura of quiet strength and confidence. 

Without a word, Summer positioned herself over my knees, draping herself into a jackknife with her palms coming to rest on the floor. 

"You know this is for your own good, sweetheart," I gently cooed as I rested my palm on the small of her back. Taking a deep breath, I raised my hand high above my head and brought it down with a swift, decisive smack. 

Again and again, I repeated the process, alternating between her left and right bum cheeks, exploring a variety of implements and positions, until Summer's entire bottom was glowing a deep, rosy hue. Occasionally, she would let out a soft whimper or a muffled cry, but for the most part, she endured her spanking with stoic resolve. 

As the spanking drew to a close, I set aside the hairbrush and returned to stroking Summer's reddened cheeks, soothing away the lingering pain with gentle caresses. She lay limp and pliant across my lap, her body relaxed and her mind drifting in a haze of endorphins and emotional release. 

I leaned down to press a tender kiss to the nape of her neck, whispering words of praise and reassurance into her ear. "You did so well, my love," I murmured, my voice thick with emotion. I helped Summer to her feet, steadying her as she regained her balance. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes glistened with unshed tears as I pulled off her dress over her head. But, there was also a serene expression on her face, a look of peace and contentment that came from such a thorough spanking. 

Gently, I guided her towards the corner of the room, where two walls met in a monotonous juncture. "Kneel here, sweetheart, hands on your head," I instructed softly, pressing a hand against her shoulder to encourage her descent. Summer complied without hesitation, lowering herself to the floor and arranging her body in the prescribed position. 

Her panties remained pooled at her knees, and she dutifully perched her palms on top on her head, which naturally arched her back to, presenting her freshly spanked bottom to my view. 

"Thirty minutes, my love," I reminded her, my tone firm but kind. "Use this time to let it all wash away, and reset." Summer nodded, her nose rubbing against the convergence of the two walls. Leaving her to her contemplation, I retreated to the bed, to relieve myself of my restrictive clothing. The crackling of the fire provided a soothing backdrop, and I found my fingers drifting towards my delicate petals. 

As the minutes ticked by, the snicker-snack of my masturbation would have been driving Summer mental with frustration as I noted the subtle shifts in her posture and the occasional tremor that rippled through her body. 

"My darling," I whispered, my voice soft and commanding. "Your time is up, please remove all of your remaining clothing and put your Mary Janes back on." I took a moment to admire her in all her glory, drinking in the sight of her curvaceous form, the soft swell of her breasts, and the inviting dimples on her lower back. 

I crossed the room with a leather collar in my hand, a symbol of our transition into the next stage of our weekly ritual. I buckled it securely around her slender neck, its presence a tangible reminder of her submission to me. Lastly, I attached a leash to the D-ring at the front of the collar, giving it a gentle tug to underscore my coming command. 

"On your hands and knees, pet," I ordered, my tone brooking no argument. I led her on all fours towards the bed, where a ball gag lay waiting, its shiny red sphere and black leather straps promising further humiliation and restraint. 

"Open wide, huni," I commanded, my voice low and authoritative. Summer obeyed without hesitation, parting her red lips to accept the rubber sphere. I slipped it behind her teeth, feeling her jaw stretch to accommodate its size , and secured the straps behind her head, rendering her effectively mute. 

With the gag in place and a firm hold on her leash, I positioned myself behind her, admiring her red bum and the glistening folds of her pussy, perfectly presented for me. "Such a needy little slut," I teased, tugging on her leash to encourage her back to arch deeper. "So desperate to be filled and fucked, aren't you?" 

My hands found purchase on her hips, digging into the soft flesh as I pulled her back onto my dildo. The sound of our bodies colliding filled the quiet woods, punctuated by Summer's muffled moans amd the occasional slap of my palm against her reddened cheeks. 

"That it, my little fucktoy," I growled, my voice rough with exertion and desire. "Come for me. Come on Mommy's cock like the dirty slut you are." 

The name calling and degradation sent her over the edge instantly and she surrendered to the inevitable, her body convulsing in a series of intense, toe-curling spasms. I rode her through her orgasm, prolonging her pleasure for as long as possible. 

Watching Summer recover, I grinned, envisioning myself in my other outfits I was sure to pack for her. Our week away promised hot, filthy sex, whips, bondage and the odd outfit change. 

Is this too much for a cabin in the woods? *giggle

One thing is for certain, with all this heat we'll be generating inside the cabin, we may need the odd cooling walk in the woods. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Fire & Ice