Chapter 6
The desire to spank, or be spanked, as I have mentioned, does not recognize social boundaries. Neither does it recognize the anatomical differences between the two major species. I have found spankers among homosexuals and lesbians, with the majority being lesbians.
As we all know by this time, the most used manner of sexual relations between women is the act of cunnilingus--using the mouth on another female's genitals. There are various other methods employed by females in the sex act, such as dildos which are inserted into the vagina or anus; the placing together of the respective vaginas and rubbing together; mutual masturbation. But with the spanker, no matter what the sexual inclination, there is no need for them to be physically connected to their victim other than the hand. As I have said, the sounds of flesh against flesh is usually sufficient to induce orgasm in the spanker.
On the other hand, the victim--the one being spanked--usually desires some form of sexual act while being paddled. The one desiring spanking usually has such a strong urge to be punished for some actual or pretended guilt, that if they receive the spanking while performing such an act, it increases the pleasure they receive.
To a spanker, the buttocks are the sole source of pleasure, and they are not particularly interested in the genitals of their partners. That is, unless the spanking is a prelude to sexual relations, a method of foreplay. I have interviewed men and women who, once they have either spanked or received the spanking, become so aroused they cannot cool off until--through copulation or other sexual acts--their genitals go through a series of orgasms. With the heat still stinging their buttocks, they copulate furiously and wildly, completely uninhibited.
Virginia is a tall, green-eyed auburn-haired girl of twenty-eight. She is a spanker, but her desire is directed toward the female buttocks instead of those of a man. It is doubtful that she is a true lesbian, but there is considerable evidence to indicate it would take only a snap of the fingers to bring her latent tendencies boiling up. I am certain, that if the circumstances were right, Virginia would practice cunnilingus on her victims. But I also believe this would simply be experimentation, a form of satisfying her curiosity and nothing more.
She is a typical Southern Belle, equipped with the Deep South drawl that is very becoming and compliments her personality. She makes friends easily, especially female friends. She is well educated, and there isn't much about her, manner or speech, that could be considered gross. She has a strong distaste for the more common and vulgar terms applied to the genitals and anatomy of a person, preferring to call them by the more accepted terms in polite society. This aversion is using the so-called gutter names is unusual, especially in one of such highly sensual desires. But then, Virginia is an unusual girl.
Raised on a peanut plantation in Georgia, she had the usual Southern childhood, being taught all the nice things a girl should or shouldn't do. Sex was a taboo subject, not a fitting subject for a young lady to know about. Still, Virginia managed to become involved with a boy when she was seventeen. The experience was traumatic and was never again repeated.
According to Virginia, the sister of this boy convinced her that she should at least find out what sex was all about, and that her brother should be the one to teach her. As trite as it may sound, Virginia, under the influence of a few ounces of forbidden brandy, allowed herself to be seduced. She explains there was a great deal of pain and blood, which frightened her.
Apparently, Virginia directed her urge to punish the buttocks of a female from this single incident, feeling her friend, the sister of her seducer, was the guilty person.
As mentioned, Virginia deplores the use of common words associated with the genitals and the sexual acts, but in the heat of passion while spanking a female's buttocks, she is not adverse to hearing the passionate language from her victim.
"You know, I can't even remember the girl's name now. The girl who convinced me to allow her brother to copulate with me, I mean. The only thing I seem to remember is that she had a wonderful figure, with the most outstanding feature being her buttocks.
"After I allowed her brother to seduce me, I used to watch this girl while she walked around the neighborhood, or at the public pool. When I knew she wasn't looking at me, I would stare at her buttocks for hours. I wasn't sure then why they appealed to me, but now I understand it is because I wanted to spank her there. Maybe that's true, I don't know.
"My first experience with spanking? Gee, I'm not sure I can remember all the details, but I'll try.
"Let me see, I think I was about twenty, and the girl was nineteen. Yes, that's right, I remember now. She was a cute little thing, too. You've heard the term, cute as a bug in a rug? Well, that would apply to her. She was a blonde, I remember, with a baby-like face and rounded, luscious shape. Although she gave the impression of absolute innocence--you know, butter wouldn't melt and that sort of thing--she was actually just the opposite. Not that she was promiscuous by any means. In fact, as far as I know, she never did get involved with a boy.
"No, she wasn't a virgin. When I say she was the opposite of innocence, I didn't mean to imply that she allowed sexual freedom to anyone. You see, her thing was doing it to herself. She had this rubber phallus that she used frequently on her self. I don't think she was what you would call a lesbian by any means, either. She just preferred that rubber penis to the real thing. And her language! Land's sake, you wouldn't believe it. Of course, the only time she used such language was in the heat of passion, and then she really let it flow.
"I don't remember the incident that started the spanking thing with her, but I remember a great many of the details. At the time she was my best friend, but I didn't know about her sexual habits.
Not until we went up North on a shopping trip and had to stay overnight in a motel.
"After the boy had seduced me, I didn't have any desire to become involved in anything sexual, not even masturbation. I don't believe I even thought of sexual subjects at all. Well, the night we spent at the motel up North was the beginning of my spanking desires, you might say.
"My girl friend and I retired early, so we could get an early start the following morning. Unfortunately for us, the only room available at the time was room with a double bed. It wasn't a large bed, either. I went to sleep almost immediately, but sometime around midnight I was awakened by the movement of my girl friend. At first I thought she was just having a bad dream that made her thrash around so wildly. I reached out and touched her shoulder, shaking her gently. I heard her moan and one of her legs went over my hip. I shook her harder, but she didn't say anything. Then, she let out a long, heavy sigh and slumped to the bed.
"I sat up and turned on the light at the side of the bed, then turned to look at her. She was smiling, her eyes closed. Her blonde hair was spread out around her face like spun gold, and the sheet was pulled down to her waist. Her breasts were plainly visible to me beneath the transparent nightgown. I reached out to touch her shoulder again, and she opened her eyes and smiled at me. She said something about being all right, that she had just brought herself to an orgasm.
"I was surprised, but not shocked. I knew about such things even if I didn't practice them. I remember I told her that she should have left the bed and gone into the bathroom, and she just smiled lazily at me, then brought the rubber phallus up from the sheets. Gee, I was almost flabbergasted by the thing. Although I had never seen a male organ before, I could tell much attention had been given to detail in constructing that thing. It looked evil and cruel to me at the time, and I didn't understand why a girl would want to penetrate her vagina with such an instrument. It looked like some medieval instrument of torture. The sleek rubber was coated with her secretions, glistening in the light.
"She held it out to me, saying, "Want to use it?'
"I wanted nothing to do with it! Land's sake, how can a girl shove such a thing into her own body, I wondered at the time. I couldn't see where the pleasure was at, since it was even bigger than the boy who had taken my virginity a few years ago. I told her I didn't even want to see the thing, let alone feel it inside me. She laughed at me and said it gave her delicious pleasure, that it was better than any boy because it never became soft. I should mention here that she was absolutely uninhibited when it came to her sexual pleasure, because the next thing she did was throw the sheet from her body. Her gown was up around her waist and her hairy vaginal mound was exposed to me. At first I was disgusted by the sight, then found myself feeling some deep stirrings of something I didn't understand. I found myself mentally visualizing that wicked-looking phallus entering her down there, but it wasn't pleasure I visualized on her face--it was excruciating pain and torment by the impalement.
"There was a deep itching sensation in my own vagina as I visualized that instrument penetrating her, an itch I had never experienced before. I had the sudden desire to see her shove that artificial penis into her body. I must have voiced this, because a lewd .grin came on her lips, and she tossed her thighs wide, then inserted the rubber into her vagina. There was an immediate response from my emotions. I felt my heart thumping crazily in my chest, and there was a terrific lurch someplace inside my own vagina.
"She started working the rubber dildo in and out of her vagina, and from where I was sitting, I could see the way the hairy opening clung to it. But, there was one thing wrong. She was smiling happily, not grimacing in pain.
"Her pelvis started to lift and fall in a matching motion with her hand. She would shove the thing inside her as she lifted her crotch, then drop her bottom to the bed as she withdrew, then in again, out again. She moved her left hand down her stomach that was shivering visibly, caressing herself right down into the fuzz of her vaginal mound. With two fingers, she spread the lips of her vagina open and then started rubbing at the small, pink organ hiding there. It wasn't long before she was twisting and writhing all over the bed in abandoned sexuality, whimpering and mewling about how good it was. She murmured something about me doing it to her. You know, wanting me to slide that evil battering ram in and out of her vagina.
"I refused, of course, telling her that she was being bad, that nice girls didn't do such things. She laughed at this, then twisted over so that she was lying on her stomach, with her legs still wide apart. She reached behind her buttocks and continued working the thing in and out as her bottom gyrated in passion. I stared at her white buttocks, seeing the small dimples on either side of them. I saw the small of her back, just before the smooth flesh swelled lusciously upwards. The muscles tightened and relaxed as I watched, and I had the insane desire to punish her for this wicked thing she was doing to herself.
"While I sat there and watched, fascinated and disgusted at the same time, she lifted her buttocks into the air, drawing her knees up under her body. Now, she was working the thing into her vagina with her bottom presented toward me, and I could see the way her vaginal lips hugged that rubber phallus as if it were the most pleasurable object in the world. Her white cheeks spread as she pulled herself into this position, and I was staring at the pink opening of her anus. I had never seen such a sight before in my life, and I was amazed that I could feel myself getting warm, excited. Her buttocks were velvety smooth, not a flaw to mar the perfection.
"Then, without realizing what I was doing, I lifted my open hand and brought it down across one of her cheeks. The sound was like a pistol shot in the small room. The abrupt pain caused her to jerk and stop pushing and pulling that rubber thing in and out of her vagina. Her body went rigid from the sudden, unexpected pain on her naked bottom. I remember calling her a dirty girl immediately after slapping her buttocks. Then, to my surprise, she started working the rubber dildo in and out faster and faster, whimpering and moaning. 'Do that again!' she shouted, arching her bottom toward me. 'Spank my ass again! Use your hand on my ass while I fuck this rubber cock into me!'
"I hope you don't mind if I blush a little. I don't like those words at all, but you insisted on all details, didn't you?
"Well, I don't know what came over me, but hearing her say such things made me want to spank her, to punish her for being such a wicked girl. I began to beat my hand against her bottom very hard. Her white flesh turned to a brilliant red, but apparently she enjoyed it. The harder I spanked her, the faster she worked the rubber thing in and out of her vagina. After making one cheek glow like a red rose, I started on the other one. The sounds of my hand coming down on her naked rear end were delicious. With each slap across her bottom, I would feel a fantastic sensation of pleasure in my body, centered mostly around my vagina and breasts. There was something happening to me that was good ... wonderful. I had never felt so much pleasure in my life, and my vagina seemed to swell and the secretions were flowing thickly from me, coating my inner thighs and making the sheet wet.
"The harder I spanked her bottom, the more aroused I became. By the time both her cheeks were very red, with the imprints of my fingers on them, she had brought herself to orgasm with that stupid looking phallus.
"She dropped down onto the sheets and, with the dildo still deeply implanted inside her vagina, shuddered violently. Her buttocks were almost raw, and I could almost feel the pain I had given her on my own bottom."
Although Virginia said at first she did not remember the incident leading to the spanking, she did very well in describing the scene. As the reader can see, she remembered almost all the details of that initiation into the pleasure-pain factor of sex.
I would like to say here, that Virginia actually did blush when she used the common terms of copulation and the genitals. Although an intensely sensual female, she blushed every time she used those words.
"About a week after our trip, and that spanking session, I again paddled her bottom. This was at her home when we were alone. I must admit that during the following week, I was tormented by the feelings I had about what I had done, but although I was tormented, I couldn't resist admitting to myself that I had received a great deal of pleasure from paddling her bottom.
"When I visited with her, I disguised my feelings and found out that she also suffered from guilt. She told me she had long been ashamed of what she did to herself, but that she couldn't help it. She had no desire to enter into a sexual relationship with a boy, saying it was dangerous for a girl of her position. Besides, as she told me, she much preferred that rubber phallus to the real thing. She said that she had been shocked when I first spanked her, but the pain had surprised her into an almost immediate orgasm. She had no idea she was susceptible to pain until that night. Since I had no idea I enjoyed spanking before, we both had made a pleasant discovery about ourselves. I admitted to her about my involvement when I was seventeen, and that I had no desire to repeat such a painful experience.
"We discussed our various feelings about what we had done, and she wanted to try it again to see if we were right in our desires. When she came right out and asked me to spank her bottom while she used that rubber phallus again, I found myself more than willing. While she was out of the room, getting the instrument, I found my breasts had swollen until the nipples were raw, and my vagina was quivering as never before. The anticipation of paddling her on the bottom again was enough to make me want to squeal with pleasure.
"She brought the thing back and, to my amazement, started kissing the rubber. She ran her tongue around the tip of it and then licked up and down the sides, coating it with her saliva. She talked to it as if it were a child. 'Sweet little cock,' she said. 'Want some pussy, you darling thing? Do you want to slide up my cunt and fuck me? You will, dear, in just a moment I'll put that delicious head of your's up my pussy and fuck you good.'
"I had the impression, watching her tongue and talk to the thing, that she was bordering on insanity, if not already there. I didn't care about her emotional problems, though. I was interested in spanking her on the round, luscious bottom. She could do anything she wanted with the phallus as far as I was concerned, except, of course, sticking it into me. That I would not allow.
"We decided she was to be totally naked this time, and after she removed her clothing, she stood in the center of the floor, her legs spread wide and inserted the thick penis into her vagina. I stood there for a moment, watching her slip that thing in and out, her hips rocking back and forth as pleasure came over her. I moved behind her and gazed at those luscious, swelling buttocks. When she said she was ready for me to start, I took hold of her upper arm and started smacking my palm against her naked buttocks. She squealed with each smack, and jutted her rump back for more. But all the time she kept that dildo working in and out of her stretching vagina. The sounds coming from her bottom against my palm caused me to grow with excitement, and my vagina seemed to have a mind of its own. It was twitching and burning between my thighs and my buttocks clenched tightly together as I became intensely aroused.
"Each of her white cheeks became deliciously rosy from the spanking, and the harder I spanked, the more she wanted. 'Spank my ass,' she cried out, jerking them in tight circles against my hand. 'Make my ass burn! Ohhhh ... this fucking cock is wonderful! Whip me, please! Whip my ass until it's raw while I fuck my cunt with this sweet rubber prick!'
"I drew my hand back and gave her a real good one across both cheeks. That apparently did it for her. She squealed loudly that she was having an orgasm and pumped the artificial penis in and out of her vagina furiously, then slumped to the floor in exhaustion. My legs were weak, too, and I was afraid I would fall beside her. I stumbled to a chair and fell into it. No, I wasn't having an orgasm, but the pleasure running all over my body was so great I couldn't stand it any longer.
"For a year or so, I would spank her while she used that dildo, and she never failed to achieve an orgasm. I never once experienced a climax, although I came very close to them on a number of occasions. She continued to tempt me into using the thing on myself, but I refused. I just knew that would bring unbearable pain to me as before. I wanted nothing to do with it, but I didn't mind her enjoying it while I spanked her.
"Then I moved to Florida, getting a job with a small construction firm. I was the only girl there, and all the men tried their level best to seduce me. But, of course, I wouldn't have anything to do with them. I wouldn't even accept a date from the men because I knew they wanted one thing from me--and I didn't want to give that to them.
"There was this one man about my age who invited me to dinner at his house, saying his wife was shy and had no friends. They had only been in Florida a short time, and she never wanted to go out at all. He thought I would be a good friend for her since I didn't date or go out either.
"Being alone in a strange place isn't much fun for a girl. I could have accepted the offers of dates, I know, but I didn't want to wrestle those men to preserve my honor. It just wasn't worth it. Thinking I, too, needed a companion, I accepted his invitation to dinner. I was pleased to find his wife a very lovely woman, only a year younger than I. She was a vivacious brunette, with a cute, turned-up nose with a sprinkling of freckles. She had a wonderful shape, and we became friends immediately. I began spending most of my free time with her and within a week or so, we were as close as any two people could be.
"Naturally, it wasn't long before she began telling me of her problems with her husband. At first she was a bit ashamed to admit her desires to be spanked by him, but it gradually came out, she said she had talked to him about it once when they were first married, but he had refused to have anything to do with such a thing. Needless to say, I became very excited with this revelation. I found myself relating my experiences in Georgia with my blonde girl friend. The more I talked, the more aroused she became. Her dark eyes glowed and I noticed that her breasts seemed to swell up against the blouse she was wearing.
"Realizing she was getting passionate, I continued telling her of the spankings I used to give my friend, and even how she would use the dildo while being paddled. When I felt the time was ripe, I casually mentioned that I would be willing to spank her if she wanted. I saw her tremble as I said this, and right away she pressed one hand down into her lap tightly. Becoming bold now, I asked her if she wanted to be spanked while naked or did she prefer some article of clothing on her bottom. Eagerly, she said she would like to leave her panties on. That was agreeable with me. I enjoy the sound of my hand on a set of rounded buttocks more than I did watching it become red.
"She removed all her clothing except a pair of lacy, nylon panties. They were very sheer, and I could see the triangle of her pubic hair through them. When she turned around, I could also see the crack between her cheeks. I began feeling the itch in the palm of my hand and asked her to spread herself across my thighs. She did so, her naked breasts brushing at my left thigh beneath my skirt. Her legs, dangling down from my right thigh, were pressed tightly together. She squirmed a bit on my lap, whimpering with anticipation before I started on her. She shivered a bit, and I saw the chill bumps raise up on her naked back and smooth thighs. I couldn't want any longer.
"Placing my left hand on the small of her back, I began to bring my right hand down on her tight panties, stinging her bottom with loud smacks. She cried out with the first pains, but stifled them as she lifted her luscious rear end up to meet the down swing of my hand. I could feel my vagina become moist with each delicious slap. It seemed as if there were tiny bubbles bursting around inside my body as I paddled her severely. At first I was afraid I was spanking her too hard, but she whimpered for more and more. I started breathing very fast and heavy, my eyes blurring until I could hardly see her tightly pantied buttocks. But I could hear those wonderful sounds my hand was making against the tight material. Her feet started thrashing around, then she began to open and close her thighs with each beat of my hand on her buttocks. Her cries became moans of delight, and then she went into orgasm. Her bottom writhed and squirmed as she bounced her pubic mound against my thigh. I leaned over a bit while I kept the rhythm smacking her and peered at the crotch of her panties when she opened her thighs. It was soaked and the secretions were even coating the inner smoothness of her thighs. She was moaning very loudly, and I knew I was bringing her to a beautiful climax.
"After her orgasm was over, she stood up, wobbling somewhat on her weak legs. She rubbed her bottom with both hands, looking down at me with tears in her huge, dark eyes. She was crying, but the expression of her cute face was one of exquisite sexual pleasure. She asked me if there was anything she could do to give me pleasure, and I told her there was nothing at all to create a better feeling than the one I received by spanking her.
"She offered, to my surprise, to use her mouth on me. She said she had never kissed a woman between the thighs before, on the vagina, but since I had given her so much delight, she would gladly perform cunnilingus on me, only she didn't put it that way. What she said was, 'I'll lick you off, Virginia. I'll use my tongue and lips to make you come if you want. I'll tongue fuck you in the pussy.'
"I refused, of course. That was the beginning of a satisfactory relationship between this pretty wife and myself. It lasted for a year and a half, being brought to an abrupt halt by the discovery of her husband.
"I eventually gave in to her repeated urging that she must do something to give me pleasure after each spanking. She said she felt guilty about getting her orgasms this way without me reaching a climax. She pleaded so much that I finally allowed her to masturbate me after the spankings. Although she practically begged me to allow her to use her tongue and lips on my vagina and clitoris, I continued to refuse.
"The spankings were always performed in the same position, with her across my lap and wearing a pair of sheer, lacy panties. She made certain to purchase panties that would be extremely tight across her buttocks. I became very fond of seeing her in them, and even more so of feeling the lacy garment beneath my hand when I paddled her.
"When I finally gave in to her desire to bring me to a climax, it was immediately after a spanking, naturally. She knelt on the floor between my thighs and slipped her fingers underneath the crotch of my panties, fingering my clitoris until I achieved my orgasm. I found it very pleasant, but it wasn't anything to howl about. I didn't require orgasm at all, but she wanted to do it so terribly much I just couldn't refuse her any longer.
"As the spanking sessions grew, I found myself in the position whereby I was unable to refuse allowing her to shove my dress up and slipping my panties down to expose my genitals. With her bottom burning from the pain, she said she wanted to watch her fingers fluttering over my clitoris and vaginal lips. This in itself wasn't so bad, and I allowed her to kneel between my thighs while she manipulated my genitals until I experienced an orgasm, her eyes blazing brightly as she stared into my crotch.
"Then, one day, things sort of got out of hand.
"I had warmed her buttocks up beautifully, and she was tremendously excited. Kneeling between my open thighs, my skirt up around my waist and my panties dangling from one foot, she lifted my feet and placed them on the edge of my chair, pulling my naked genitals forward. For a while she thrust one finger in and out of my vagina while agitating my clitoris with her other hand. The sensation she produced was very nice indeed, better than before. Then, before I could stop her, she had shoved her face forward and shoved her tongue far into my vagina. I felt a rippling shock flow through me, and when she ran her hands around my clasp my naked bottom, I found myself unable to protest her action. She tongued me, whipping the tip around my inflamed clitoris furiously and then thrusting it in and out of my channel down there. Her dark eyes burned up into my face, pleading silently for me not to stop her.
"She brought me to an orgasm with her tongue, and it was very good. The pressure that grew inside my vagina was unlike the previous sensations I would get, and when I climaxed, I sort of lost some of my control. I squealed and shivered as my crotch slammed at her face while she tongued me. When she finished, she petted my wet opening with her hand and said she enjoyed doing such a thing to me at last. Well, after that, each time I finished spanking her to orgasm, she would perform cunnilingus on me.
"But that wasn't how we were caught by her husband.
"I had finished spanking her, and she was sitting at my side on the couch in her panties. This time happened to be one of the few times I had undressed completely. My legs were sprawled out and she was sucking on one of my breasts while thrusting a finger in and out of my vagina. When her husband walked in unexpectedly, he had a view that would have started a heart attack in another man.
"But after he stared at us in shock for a moment, he started moving in on us. I scrambled around in fright for my clothes, and when I tried to pull my panties up, he reached out and tore them right off me. I cowered in fear just as his wife was doing, both of us trying to conceal our naked breasts by holding our arms over them. I crossed my thighs to hide my vagina, but it didn't do me any good. He pulled them apart and made me sit completely exposed to him. Then he ripped the panties from his wife, making her sit in the same wide-legged position. He called us lesbians and a few other names that were quite vulgar. He said I was a 'dirty cunt licker,' and said his wife was perverted. I denied the implication that I was what he called me. I thought his wife and I were both in for a severe beating before he exposed us. But he had different ideas about punishing his wife and I.
"I was so frightened, I was actually trembling when he started dropping his pants. He said, 'I'm going to fuck you two cunt eaters like you're supposed to be fucked!'
"He had an enormous penis, and it was swollen into hardness. Right then it looked even larger than the dildo my blonde friend used to plunge into herself. I remembered the pain I had felt that first time at seventeen years of age, and I certainly didn't want to go through that again.
"For a moment, he stood before us with his penis standing out strongly, stroking it with his hand proudly as he looked from his wife's crotch to mine. 'Which one is first?' he asked. 'I think I have enough cock here for both of you.' His wife, being used to taking that monster into her vagina, wasn't as afraid as I was. She begged him to leave me alone, saying I was a virgin and all that. Well, he left me alone--until he finished with her!
"He grabbed her roughly and threw her to the floor, then pulled her legs wide apart and without hesitation, plunged his penis into her brutally. She cried out from the abrupt penetration, beating at his back with small fist. But it didn't bother him. Her blows were completely ineffectual and he started thrusting his penis in and out of her vagina without concern to her feelings. It was brutal rape, but nothing compared to what he did to me.
"After he finished ejaculating into his wife's vagina, he pulled his penis out and stood up. 'Now,' he said, 'you're going to suck on it, baby! You're going to take my cock in your mouth and suck me off!' No wonder you wouldn't date any of the fellows ... you're a goddamn cunt licking lesbian!'
"I again denied the implication that I did those things with women, and I protested about doing what he wanted with his penis. Why, it was covered with the secretions of his discharge and his wife's vagina! I knew I would be sick just from thinking about doing such a thing.
"He moved between my thighs, his penis dangling there soft and wet, just a few inches before my face. I grimaced in distaste and pulled my face back from him. He gripped my hair and tugged it painfully. I whimpered with the pain, but for only a moment. He used his other hand to lift his penis and then he shoved it into my mouth. I felt my stomach churn with revulsion, but it was done now. I thought of biting him with my teeth, biting his penis off then and there, but the thought of having the tip inside my mouth all bloody put a stop to that thinking. He jerked my face into his hairy groin and said, 'Start sucking, you cunt eating slut! Suck my cock and make it hard! Let it grow in your pussy licking mouth! Then I'm going to shoot off... right down your fucking throat!'
"What with him pulling my hair that way, I started doing what he wanted. I felt his penis start to swell inside my mouth, and the moisture of his discharge and his wife's vaginal secretions made me gag. But that didn't bother him at all. Once his penis was hard, he began working my face back and forth on it. I thought my lips were going to tear from the stretched condition they were in. My mouth felt so stuffed, my tongue had no room.
"Holding my hair painfully, he pulled my face back and forth, making my lips slide up and down the hard surface of his penis. I could taste the moisture of him and his wife, and there was a sour, sweaty odor to his genitals. I thought I would vomit, but fortunately I was able to hold it down. It was a good thing, because he was like a wild man.
"I don't know how long it took before he ejaculated into my mouth, but it seemed like hours. The thick liquid spurted out and ran down my throat, scalding the tissues there. I choked and gagged as he discharged down my throat, but he wouldn't release me until he was finished. Then, he shoved me roughly from his once more soft penis, making my head bang against the back of the couch.
"His wife and I were still sitting there, dazed, when he returned from the bedroom, a suitcase in each hand. He told her he would have a lawyer contact her about a divorce. After he had gone, I found my clothing and dressed. I was unable to use the panties, because they were too torn up. His wife pleaded with me to stay with her, but I didn't want to get any more involved than I was already.
"The next morning I caught a plane for New York."
Virginia, frightened out of her wits by being caught and then brutally raped orally, decided she would have nothing more to do with a married woman. Her desire to spank continued to grow, and once she was established in New York, she began to haunt the well known lesbian hangouts.
She did not care for the mannish dress and mannerisms of the hard-type lesbian, and she continued to dress very femininely. She sought out other girls who dressed the same, but it took her a considerable amount of time to find a girl who was willing to be spanked. During her search for a partner, she found herself involved not a few times in sexual relations with some of these women, having cunnilingus and analingus performed upon her body.
This was not the sort of sexual activity she desired, and stopped going to the bars completely. About a year later, she met a girl her age, and formed a relationship that proved to be partially satisfactory.
"Josie worked in the same office I did. She's a small girl, almost a miniature, you might say. When I say small, I do mean small. She stands exactly four feet and eleven inches tall--in shoes.
"Her bottom is so small, I can almost cup it in one hand. She has perfectly proportioned breasts and thighs for her size, though. I don't know how she came to enjoy being spanked, though I'm very happy that she does. Once we found out we enjoyed mutual desires, we took an apartment together. She, like me, had an unfortunate sexual experience when she was in her teens. The only difference between my initiation with a boy and hers is that she was caught by her father.
"Josie enjoys being spanked on her naked buttocks, and since I prefer the girl to have a tight pair of panties on, we alternate. Sometimes she's all naked, and other times she wears sheer panties. We share the housework and the bills. We've been living together now for almost seven years, and are quite happy with our arrangement. Josie has a climax when I spank her, and she enjoys playing with my vagina later on. A few times, I've allowed her to use her mouth on me, but she knows this is not necessary.
"The one flaw in our relationship is that Josie enjoys having cunnilingus performed on her at times. She has tried frequently to get me to do this for her, but I just can't bring myself to it. I keep remembering that man who forced me to fellate him and the awful taste of his discharge. Of course, I realize that a girl would be different, but I just can't bring myself to doing such a thing. And since I won't do it, Josie sometimes goes out with another girl and enjoys herself this way. I have to admit that it creates some jealousy in me, but what can I do about it? She tells me she will stop if I use my mouth on her. I suppose I have to accept the situation if I want to stay on spanking terms with her."
Virginia, although seemingly happy with her arrangement, will soon find herself drifting away from her friend. That is, if she doesn't perform the act of cunnilingus Josie wants.
It has been my experience that once jealousy enters the picture of such a relationship, it does not have long to last. If her feelings for Josie are as deep as she indicates, I would presume that eventually Virginia will cooperate. Of course, as I mentioned before, the circumstances will have to be right; setting, mood, and so forth.
In the case of Virginia, I believe that a relationship with a man would be of benefit to her. The situation would call for tenderness, to be sure--perhaps with a mild spanking as a warm up thing. As yet, this lovely woman has no desire to spank a man, and I feel that this is because she must punish a female since one happened to be the blame, as far as Virginia is concerned, for the pain of her first sexual experience.