Chapter 1
Raquel is twenty-four years old, a singer in a Denver nightclub who cannot get enough sexual gratification. It could be assumed that she is a nymphomaniac, except for one thing--she receives a great deal of enjoyment in her sexual escapades, including orgasm.
She is a beautiful blonde, whose large hazel-tinted eyes seem to survey every man she meets with lecherous appraisal. The very moment she would be introduced to a young man she would size him up for bedtime gymnastics; wondering how much nature had gifted him with extraordinary sexual equipment, and wondering if he was skilled in the use of nature's gifts. She would also wonder about his ability to please her by being spanked.
Raquel thoroughly enjoys spanking the bottoms of her partners, but she also enjoys, immensely, being copulated with immediately after she has delivered the stinging blows to his naked buttocks. She is not an orgiastic in the sense of desiring two or more partners. She is very well satisfied with one man at a time.
Where she sings at the present time is a hotel which boasts of a small and cozy open-air nightclub. Backed by a ten-piece combo of select musicians, Raquel's golden voice floats in the cool night air, enthralling the hotel guests. The club is popular and Raquel is considered somewhat of a local, highly attractive celebrity. She has an expensive automobile and a mountain cottage and plenty of money--and an infinite amount of popularity among the musicians and guests.
"I love to see a pair of buttocks writhing under my hand," she said. "There's nothing like it in the world! Especially when that ass begins to turn red!
"How did I become a spanker? I'm not really sure unless it is because I was beaten frequently by a drunken father when I was growing up. That man would come home, staggering and blind from alcohol, accusing me of everything under the sun, just so he would have an excuse to spank me. Finally, I had enough of his brutality and ran away when I was seventeen.
"You know, now that I think about it, I can remember a bulge in his pants when he spanked me. It's funny I didn't realize it before now. Yes .. . that's right! The old man would get a hard-on by spanking me!
"Well, when I ran away from home, I didn't have a cent in my pocket. I didn't think about how I would live; get a place to sleep, buy food, that sort of thing. All I wanted to do was get out of there and away from my father. I hitched rides from San Francisco all the way to Denver--and I'm still here.
"I didn't have any trouble getting rides, but I had to fight off a few Casanovas along the way. It wasn't because I was a virgin or anything like that. Hell, I got rid of that bothersome thing when I was fourteen. The reason I refused to put out to the men I got rides with is because I prefer to choose my own partners. Besides, most of them were nothing but lecherous old men. I don't care much for a man over thirty. I'm sure some girls will disagree with me, but I find a man older than that is not concerned with my feelings, just his own.
"Now, you take a man my age ... he's full of energy and ready for just about anything I might want to do--if for no other reason than to experiment. They can get a harder dick, have more juice in their balls, and can fuck at least two--maybe three--times a night. A man over thirty is usually pooped after he shoots his wad once.
"Anyway, I arrived in Denver during the winter. You know how it is in that part of the country in winter, don't you? There was snow knee-deep and it was cold! My God, I almost froze to death! All I had was a light coat, which was all I needed in California. I had no place to stay, no friends, and to make things worse, no money. A few of the men I caught rides with bought me meals, of course, but when I was dropped off in Denver, it was close to midnight and I was starving.
"I had no destination as such. I wasn't even sure where I was going. Well, there I was, standing on Colfax Avenue just outside Denver, near the big military hospital, Fitzsimmons, in snow up to my knees and shivering to death. Why, my teeth were actually chattering!
"I stood there about half an hour, I guess, when this car pulled up and a man rolled down the window. He asked me where I was going, and I suppose I made a mistake. I said, 'Anywhere ... as long as it's out of this cold!'
"It was warm and comfortable in his car, and it wasn't long before I was thawed out enough to look at him. I guessed his age as about forty. He had gray hair about his temples and a receding hairline. He wasn't bad looking in a studious kind of way. I found out later that he was a professor at some college in Kansas, and was on his way home from a fishing vacation in the Rocky Mountains.
"By the time we arrived at a small town called Byers, he was getting sleepy. He asked me if I wanted to stop for the night. Not wanting to tell him I was broke, I said he could drop me off anyplace because I wanted to get as far on my way as I could. He looked at me sort of strange, then without speaking, pulled into a small parking lot and stopped. 'I wish I could go on, but I'm just too tired," he said. 'Listen ... let's get some food. You look like you could use it.'
"Maybe it was the warmth of the car, but whatever it was, I had been in a drowsy state and didn't realize he had stopped in front of a small cafe. Immediately my stomach started to growl with hunger. I didn't try to protest when he offered to buy me a meal.
"It was warm in the cafe, and there were delicious smells of food. I was so hungry I was weak, and when I looked at the man questioningly, he smiled and told me to order anything I wanted.
"While we sat there, the meal finished, drinking hot coffee, the man said to me, 'Look, kid, I know you don't have any money. I'm going all the way to Kansas City. You want to lay over here for the night and ride all the way with me?'
"I knew a proposition was coming. I thought about the snow outside and how cold it was and how little traffic I had noticed on the highway. I also knew that if I spent the night with him, it would be the same as prostitution. I would be giving him sexual favors for a ride and food. I shuddered at the thought of letting him touch me, but I shivered even more violently at the thought of standing out there in that cold wind and snow. Making up my mind quickly, I agreed to stay with him.
"He chose a small motel that was more or less isolated from the town. I stayed in the car when he registered, and then he drove to a tiny cabin at the far end of the row. The room was sparsely furnished, containing only the necessities; a bed, one chair and a small table. There was a bathroom with a shower stall, and I longed to bathe, but I didn't have even a change of clothing with me. He noticed my lack of luggage and offered to lend me a pair of his pajamas.
"After showering, I washed my bra and panties out in the sink. When I went back into the room, the man was sitting on the bed, absolutely naked. I stopped and looked warily at him. His pajama's fit me like a sack, and he giggled like a girl when he saw me. His dick was hanging between his thighs, soft and wrinkled. His stomach, although not really huge, hung over a bit and he was quite hairy. All in all, he wasn't a bit appealing to me. But when I compared his naked body to the cold wind and snow outside, I found him to be the lesser of two evils.
"Now, up to this time, my sexual experiences had been with boys my age. I had never indulged with a man before. As I looked at him, I found a resemblance to my father for some strange reason. He didn't actually look like my father, but there was something about his eyes that seemed to make me think of him.
"Sighing, I walked across the floor toward him, prepared to sacrifice myself, as I thought of it. I stood in front of him while he looked at me, then he lifted his two hands and brushed them over my breasts. I shuddered when he touched me, and bile seemed to come up into my throat. I remained perfectly still when he removed my pajama tops. Closing my eyes against what he was doing to me, I felt him play with my breasts, making the nipples hard with his fingers. He was very gentle with me, and by the time he started pulling my pajama bottoms down, I was feeling a little excitement in the pit of my stomach.
"He made a funny sound when the pajamas dropped to the floor and I was standing naked in front of him. He stared for a long time at the triangle of my pubic hair, then he stroked the tendrils with his fingers. I couldn't help but shiver slightly when he began to feel of my vaginal lips. When he asked me to spread my legs so he could feel me there, I did so. 'Ahhhh, that's a fine looking pussy,' he whispered in a hoarse voice. 'I haven't had a piece of young pussy in ages."
"At first I didn't like his choice of words at all, but later on, hearing them made me more excited. While I stood there with my legs spraddled out and he caressed my vagina, I had the sensation of being a slave on the auction block, and he was a prospective buyer. I know I was blushing with humiliation.
"I didn't want to look at him, so I kept my head held up high with my eyes closed. But I had to look when I felt him brush his dick across my knees. It wasn't soft any longer, but standing up very hard. The tip was glistening in the light, and the little hole at the end was flaring open. He wasn't very large, not even as large as some of the boys I've done things with.
"He poked a finger into my hole a couple of times, working it in and out and I couldn't help but become moist and slippery in there, especially because he was using his other hand on my clitoris. My hips started swaying back and forth involuntarily, and that seemed to please him immensely. He chuckled deep in his throat as he fingered me between the legs. Then he said something that surprised me--shook the hell out of me. 'Please, girly,' he said, 'I want you to spank me!'
"Although I wasn't entirely innocent in the various sexual things people do with each other, this was a new one to me. I stared down into his face with astonishment. His eyes were glazed with passion, and that thing of his was jerking around like it was going to come off any second. I hesitated, not wanting to get myself involved with a pervert. But the man was very much aroused by now. He twisted around on the bed and lay down on his stomach, his white, almost flabby buttocks jutting upwards. 'Spank me!' he cried out. 'Spank my ass . .. I'm a bad boy! You must punish me for doing what I did. You must spank me for touching you -— for touching your pussy!"
"Maybe it sounds strange to you, but suddenly I wanted very much to spank him on his naked butt. Maybe it was the way he reminded me of my father, I don't know, and that I would be getting back at him in some way for the years of beatings I had received. Anyway, my hand lifted of it's own volition, and before I actually knew it, I had brought it down on his bottom--hard. He gurgled as I started slapping down on his rump with the flat of my palm. It was though something had taken control of me, of my emotions. I couldn't stop myself from raining blow after blow on his reddening rear end.
"He started bucking and twisting on the bed as I spanked him, moaning and sobbing for me to hit him harder. The palm of my hand was stinging, so I started using both hands, beating him as if his ass was a drum. I was surprised to find myself becoming sexually excited by spanking this man, and the more I pounded on him, the more aroused I became. I could feel the flow of my juice from my pussy, making the insides of my thighs very sticky.
"I was thrilled senseless to see his white ass-cheeks turning pink, then red, and finally scarlet. Knowing that I was creating that brilliant color, that I was doing the spanking instead of getting it for a change, made my emotions soar. I must have spanked him for fifteen or twenty minutes before he had enough.
"When he rolled over onto his back, I saw the pool of his discharge on the sheets. For some reason that made me even more excited than ever. I could feel the burning sensation inside my pussy, and I suddenly wanted to get fucked in the worst way. I jumped onto the bed and crawled on top of him, straddling his hips and attempting to stuff his limp dick inside me. Of course, this was impossible, and I was almost crying in frustration.
"The man reached down and pulled me up his stomach and chest, sliding my butt over his skin until I was on my knees, straddling his face. I had never had this act performed on me before, and I was a little frightened by what he intended to do, but my passion was such that I couldn't resist. When he lifted his face into my pussy, I pressed it down against his mouth. His tongue shot between the lips and started licking in and out. His hands had hold of my buttocks, squeezing them very tight as he licked and sucked at my pussy. I stared down at him between my shaking breasts, amazed at the greediness of the man. I was shaking and moaning from the wonderful thrill he was giving me, and since I was already aroused to an intense peak, it wasn't long before I felt myself enter a terrific orgasm.
"That was it for the night. He fell asleep while I lay beside him, wondering about my feelings when I had spanked him. I tried to analyze my emotions, but all I could come up with was that I had found it extremely pleasurable to spank his naked butt.
"The next morning, I let him buy breakfast for me, but when he was ready to go, I decided not to continue East. I told him I was going to return to Denver, even though I didn't know exactly why myself.
"Now that it was light, I had no trouble getting a ride back to the city.
"That same day, I found a job as a dishwasher in a small restaurant. It didn't pay much, but the man who owned it offered to let me use the lean-to as a place to sleep. I found out why he offered this by the second day. He was after all he could get, and by saying he could turn me in to the authorities as a juvenile runaway, I found myself in the position of giving in to him.
"He wasn't a bad guy actually, but he didn't do anything at all for me. He was one of those 'stick it in and come' types. After a poke or two, he would shoot his wad inside me, and he was finished. There was no strain on me, so I didn't mind it very much. Still, a girl gets tired of being a receptacle for some guy's discharge. And that's all I was to him, really. By the end of the month, I had found myself another job. This time as a waitress in a better class restaurant.
"It was there that I met Allan. He was about twenty-six or so, and very good-looking. He used to come in for his dinner every night, and he would sit at one of my tables. In a few days we had become quite friendly, and when he asked me out, I readily accepted. By this time, of course, I had bought myself a few clothes and was staying in a cheap, run-down hotel. I didn't want him to see the way I was living, so I had him meet me at the restaurant.
"Allen took me to a show and then we had dinner. Although I was too young to drink, he had managed to get wine for me and I drank so much of it that I became giddy. When he asked me to go home with him for the night, I found myself agreeing.
"Allan was a musician, working at a small club on the outskirts of Denver. He earned enough money to have a fine apartment in the better part of town. I was happily surprised at the place where he lived, and made a remark how I wished I could afford such a place. He was laughing at me because of my childish manners, but I didn't care.
I was happy and slightly drunk, and everything seemed just right for me.
"After he had given me another drink in his apartment, he led me into the bedroom. Both of us knew why we were in there, and there was no hesitation on our part about undressing. Allan was very muscular, and be had a very large dick that seemed to hang almost to his knees. When we were on the bed, I played with it for a long time, getting it hard and throbbing. He wanted me to take it in my mouth and suck on it, but I refused. I had never done such a thing before, just as that night in Byer's was the first time I had ever felt a tongue in my pussy.
"Allan knew how to arouse a girl. He was a real expert at teasing and tantalizing a girl until she was almost out of her mind with passion. He sucked and licked on my breasts while he fingered my pussy until I was literally writhing in agony. I spread my legs out wide, almost begging him to stick his dick in me and fuck me before I went totally insane with lust. But instead of getting between my legs, he rolled me over on my stomach and started playing with my buttocks. He squeezed them tightly, pressing them together and pulling them apart, and all it did was increase my heated emotions. I wanted to feel his extra long dick inside my pussy so badly, I was actually sobbing with anticipation. Then, he suddenly brought one of his hands down across my cheeks real hard. I howled as the stinging pain shot through me, and scrambled from the bed. I stood glaring in anger at him, rubbing my burning butt with both hands. I called him a few choice names and said I was going to dress and go home, that I didn't enjoy one bit getting beat up by a caveman brute.
"Allan laughed at me, then said I could swat his bottom if I would stay.
"Immediately, my emotions flared up. Remembering that night in the dingy motel in Byer's come flooding back to me. Suddenly, I wanted very much to swat his ass ... to make it sting and turn red. I told him to roll over and I would spank him. But that wasn't the way he wanted it.
"He told me to sit on the edge of the bed and he would lay across my thighs, with his ass lifted toward me. Excitedly, I sat down and waited for him to crawl over my naked thighs. When he did so, he made sure that his hard dick slipped between my legs. He told me to press it tight there while I spanked him.
"I looked down at his ass across my lap, feeling his dick throb between my thighs. It was very exciting, just looking at his cheeks and knowing I would soon have them bright red. I could feel the liquid seeping from my pussy and making the sheets beneath me moist. My heart was beating swiftly as I looked at the shivering skin of his butt. I laid one hand on top of his rear, caressing it gently for a moment. 'Hurry up!' he grunted, arching his rump up against my hand. 'Spank me! Don't fuck around!'
"I lifted my hand and brought it down very hard on his tender flesh. He yelped in pain, but kept his ass arched up for my hand. I brought blow after blow down on him, and with each loud slap, I could feel his dick move up and down between my thighs. I brought my palm down on first one cheek, then the other, alternating my blows. He was sobbing softly by now, and I was becoming very excited at the way his ass turned pink, then red beneath my hand. I placed my other hand on the small of his back as I spanked him, holding him down. His legs thrashed around, but he didn't try to get away from me.
"I began to breathe fast as I paddled him, and my nipples were rigid with sensitive nerves. As his dick worked up and down between my thighs with each blow, I thought I could feel my pussy quiver, my anus constrict as pleasure swept over me. He began to howl for me to spank him harder and I tried. But my palms were stinging from the contact and I couldn't do it any harder.
"I switched hands, placing one just below his bottom and between his legs so I could grasp his balls while I paddled his butt. I pulled and twisted the tender testicles while I spanked him and he squirmed up and down on my lap, his dick sliding in and out of the smooth parts of my thighs as I clamped it tightly. I could feel it jerking and throbbing there, and then, without warning, Allan hunched his groin up and down hard a few times. I continued to paddle his ass and twist his balls and he began to discharge his come. The sticky mess smeared my thighs and dripped to the floor, but he was sobbing with pleasure now instead of pain. I was surprised that he came off, and a bit disappointed, too. It meant I would not be able to get rucked right away.
"After his ejaculation was finished, Allan rolled from my lap and flopped to the floor, his naked body shuddering. I stared down at the mess he had made between my thighs, almost feeling disgust at the slimy stuff. I pulled the pillowcase from a pillow and wiped it up as best I could. I became angry with him, and through the remaining fumes of the alcohol I had consumed, I began to curse him, using words I had never before used. 'You motherfucker!' I shouted at him. 'What kind of man are you? Are you some kind of sex nut or something? Is that how you get your kicks ... by being spanked?'
"I got off the bed and stood over him, spraddle-legged with my hands on my hips, glaring down at him. 'You aren't a man at all!' I snorted. 'Stick your dick between my legs and shoot off! Well, this is the last time you get next to this girl!' I started gathering up my clothes, and before I could even get my panties on, he started laughing at me. 'You were excited, too,' he said, and when I turned to face him, he was pointing at the moist spot on the bed where I had been sitting.
"I smiled sheepishly at him. 'Yes, Raquel, you enjoyed spanking me. You can't deny that.' He was right, of course. I was still excited by it, and I admitted to him that it had been stimulating, but I was disappointed about his coming off between my thighs. I told him that I wanted to have him fuck me, but since his dick was soft, he was of no use to me. He laughed and said that was no problem at all. He mentioned that all I had to do was play with his dick awhile, caress it and maybe kiss it a bit, he would be up and ready to stick it in me. I looked doubtfully at his dick, then decided to try it. I was so aroused I would have tried anything right then. He got off the floor and stretched out on the bed. I sat down next to him and started playing with his dick. I wrapped my fingers around the soft shaft and beat up and down on it, but he wouldn't erect. He told me to use my mouth on him, to lick his dick and suck on it. I peered at the wrinkled flesh with disgust. I didn't want to take that thing inside my mouth and suck it... not once had I ever wanted to suck a man.
"Still, I wanted to get fucked badly. If that was the only way I could get his dick up hard again, then I would have to swallow my humiliated feeling and suck him awhile. I leaned over and opened my lips. There was a slight odor of perspiration lingering on his genitals, and my stomach revolted at what I was going to do. I had to swallow back the bile that rose in my throat. I trembled with disgust, but placed my lips about the soft, smooth head of his dick. At first I wouldn't use my tongue as I sucked on him gingerly. I don't know what I was afraid of unless it was that he might suddenly shoot his wad into my mouth. I most certainly didn't want that to happen!
"As his dick started to stiffen up, the head bulging, I couldn't keep from touching it with my tongue. When I realized that he wasn't even close to a second discharge, I started licking gently at it, sucking lightly. I could feel it grow and throb in my mouth, and was surprised that I no longer felt nauseated at all.
"When he was firm once more, I pulled my mouth away from it and spread out beside him. Allan crawled between my legs and inserted his dick into my waiting and very excited pussy. Once he had it all the way inside me, he asked me to spank his ass while he fucked me. Now, that's kind of hard to do. I couldn't reach very far behind him, and I had to bend my hips upwards until my knees were almost on either side of my head. I could barely touch his ass this way, and while he fucked me, I spanked his butt as hard as I could. Allan really went for this. I suppose I did, too, because I experienced a terrific orgasm almost at the exact instant he shot into me.
"Within a week, I was living with Allan in his apartment.
"Our sex life always included me spanking him while he fucked his dick between my thighs. I enjoyed this very much, at least the spanking part. I would become very excited every time I paddled him, and many times I would come close to experiencing an orgasm during the spanking. Allan always came through with an erection later, but I had to suck on his dick. I soon became fond of sucking him, and once, by accident, when he blew his wad into my mouth, I didn't even gag. I swallowed it and thought nothing about it. But I don't care for sucking him off--fucking is my bag. After warming a set of ass-cheeks, of course!
"I stayed with Allan for three years, then just before my twenty-first birthday, I met this guy who was playing with a small combo at the hotel I now work at. He was quite good on the drums, but when he introduced me to the combo's manager and I started going around with him, the guy quit and left Denver.
"I learned a lot about spanking from Fred, the manager. He was a real passionate guy who loved to have his ass paddled. The first time I was with him, he offered right away to let me paddle his ass, provided I would use a special paddle he had made. When he took me home with him and showed the wicked looking thing to me, I started getting excited right away. It was like a Ping-Pong paddle, only with a longer handle and small holes had been drilled into the flat surface.
"The first night I stayed with him, I used that thing on his butt. We both removed our clothes and he stood in the center of the floor. I gripped his arm and laid the paddle on very hard, which was the way he said I should do it. The small holes in the paddle made bright red welts raise up on his bottom, and seeing those things there created intense pleasure for me. He danced around on his feet, howling with the pain as I spanked the hell out of him. His dick swelled up beautifully while I beat his butt and the idea of knowing I was responsible for this thrilled me to no end.
"Fred didn't come off during that bout, and after I finished blistering his bottom good, he was able to fuck me so nicely. I experienced two orgasms before he discharged into my pussy.
"Again I found myself living with a man who enjoyed spanking. Fred and I devised various ways in which I could spank him while he fucked me. One of my favorite was for him to lay across my crotch while I was on my back. This way, while he ran his dick into my pussy, I could wield the paddle on his ass and make it fiery red before he shot off. Usually, when Fred was on the verge of coming, he would yell for me to hit him harder. I don't know how he could stand all that pain, but I would lay it on his ass very hard and he would shoot one hell of a lot of semen into me.
"I was happy living with Fred, and when he heard me singing around the apartment, he put me on the stage one evening to see how I went over. Fortunately I was a smash. I've worked with the combo ever since, although Fred and I have stopped living with each other. We still get together occasionally for a spanking session, but I prefer new partners now.
"I've reached the point where I prefer to spank a man's ass than any other form of play. Oh, I want to get fucked later, of course, and if the man can screw me three or four times a night, so much the better. Most men, I've found, truly enjoy being spanked by a woman. Some of them pretend to be little boys who have done something wrong and beg me to spank them, calling me mama and mother and that sort of thing. I don't mind, as long as I can turn their bottoms red.
"No, I don't enjoy at all getting spanked myself. It reminds me too much of my old man."
Raquel, as she said, enjoys very much spanking a man and seeing his penis erect. Since she gets a thrill from knowing she is the cause of such a phenomenon, we can safely assume it goes back to the erection her father would experience while spanking her. Although she does not enjoy the pain of a paddling herself, her pleasure is in the fact of bringing not only pain to her sexual partner, but being the direct cause of their erection, too.
Feeling herself giving pain and pleasure simultaneously creates an intense sexual feeling to Raquel. It is my theory that this woman left home, not because of her spankings, but because she was feeling incestuous desires for her father, as is evident he was, too. Since the man erected during the spankings of his daughter, his sexual interest was obvious. Therefore, Raquel left home before her true feelings emerged and she became incestuously involved.