Chapter 5

Suzanne was embarrassed.

She had no idea that there were signs that she'd been spanked.

"What makes you say that?" she asked.

"Well, there are hand prints on your ass cheeks. Why, the hand is larger than mine. Somebody with a big hand smacked you so hard, it left a print."

"Are you sure?"

"Don't you know whether or not you were spanked?" he replied. "Who did this?"

"Oh, I was attacked in Central Park," she lied. She couldn't bring herself to tell him the truth - that she'd been spanked by her father and that spankings were a regular part of her discipline routine.

"You mean, somebody grabbed you and spanked you?"

"Yes, I was shocked. He pulled down my pants, pulled down my panties, and hit me as hard as he could."

"Did he rape you?" Mike asked.

"No, no. I'm still a virgin. He was only interested in spanking me."

"How odd," Mike mused. "A spanker is on the loose. Well, did you report it to the police?"

"Oh, no. I'd be too embarrassed to do anything like that. I'd have to pull down my pants and panties and show them the evidence. Besides, this guy in the park was only doing it for fun. He really didn't hurt me."

"Didn't hurt you? Why, you'll have a black and blue mark there."

"I really had no idea there was any bruise there at all."

"Well, there certainly is," he said emphatically.

"Does it turn you on?" she rasped, a seductive smile coming to her lips as she licked them. "Does it make you want to spank over those bruises and make new ones on my naked flesh so that I'll wear your tattoos on my hot little ass?"

"Of course not," Mike said. "I'm not into that kind of treatment at all. I'm a lover, not a fighter."

Suzanne suddenly felt strangely let down. Mike was so nice. He was too nice.

She realized that she had become trained to her father's discipline.

It had always seemed that it was offered as punishment - well-deserved punishment which would train her to behave the way she should.

But now that she thought back on her experiences, she realized other implications.

She realized that the bulging bump of man-flesh which poked at her cunny when she was placed over her Daddy's knees was not just accidental.

It had aroused her, and she had longed for it in dreams.

She realized now that the nightmares she'd experienced about her mother were not just silly fantasies, either. There were reasons for them, and the reasons were rooted in a jealousy she experienced. Her mother received spankings almost every night! She received spankings only once a week.

"You're not into spankings as part of sex, are you?" Mike asked.

Up until today, she would have never thought so. Up until these new realizations, she would have never even considered spanking as part of a sexual scene.

But today she resented the way he phrased his question - "You're not into spankings, are you?" - as if she'd be perverted to answer in the affirmative.

"I never really thought about it until today," she told him.

"I could see how getting an unexpected beating in the park could ... "

"But I can see where it might be interesting," she interrupted. "I mean, it does provide a sensation on a tender part of a girl's anatomy," she continued, sort of thinking her situation out aloud, as if she were speaking to a psychiatrist.

She continued.

"You know, the rounded globes of a firm young buttocks are very inviting to many men."

"I know," the ass lover said. "I know that very well."

"So naturally, a pair of cheeks like mine just invite spanking. I mean, look at the way they curve up behind me. They're like ripe melons. I've often been pinched just walking through a crowded store, even back home in Pennsylvania. The way my denim jeans cling to the curves of my ass just makes certain men hard. They feel their pricks pulsating up against their underpants. They want to sink their teeth into the girlish young flesh of my ass, and work their way around to my virgin pussy."

"But not until they've spanked me red hot," Suzanne continued. She was trying to turn Mike on to her fetish, and she played with his cock and balls as she spoke. She caressed the organs gently, running her fingertips around in concentric centrals over the wrinkles of his ball sac; running her fingertip into the piss slit and making the juices ooze out onto her finger, then rubbing the slick goo over the surface of the entire head, making him tremble and shudder, and feel the reaction right up his own shit chute. And then she'd lick the excess jism off her finger.

"When I got spanked by that stranger in the park, it was an unusual experience," she told him softly, as she went with her fantasies, exposing them for the very first time - surprising him, as well as surprising and arousing herself.

"Being new and on vacation in New York, I didn't realize that it was dangerous to walk through Central Park alone. I was walking through a desolate area of the park. I was walking through a little stone tunnel when a man grabbed me from behind."

"At first I thought it was some kind of a joke. But of course, I knew nobody in the city. He wouldn't let me see his face. All I got to see were his hands, which cupped my mouth as he whispered in my ear that I'd better stay quiet and do what he told me, or else I'd really be in trouble, and I'd regret it."

"So I followed his commands. His fingers were slender, and encased in tight, black leather gloves. It was as if they fit him like a second skin. They actually reminded me on the hands of a gorilla. King Kong, attacking the innocent girl in New York. What a vacation! Huh?"

"Well, he snaked his hands down my throat, on to my breasts, which he cupped and squeezed. I was trembling all over. I was afraid. I couldn't see this stranger, and I didn't know how old he was, what color he was, nothing."

"But when he yanked down my pants, and virtually ripped my white cotton panties to shreds in an effort to bear my ass, and fast, I knew that he was dangerous. He would go to any extremes to get what he wanted."

"I didn't dare scream. Nobody was around anyway, and there was no telling what he might do to me if I didn't cooperate. I was his slave girl."

"I was terribly afraid that he would rape me. I mean, that's the first thought that comes up for a fifteen-year-old girl who has been good this long and is still a virgin despite many offers from guys who thought her pretty enough for fucking."

"The cool air was breezing across my pussy, making me shiver as it caressed the moistness which was becoming greater at my cunt, out of nervousness, I guess."

"I think you were getting wet because you were hot," Mike told her. "You were beginning to like being dominated by a black-gloved stranger, weren't you?"

Suzanne continued to stroke his cock, and during this brief pause, she bent down and licked the head and the shaft of it, down to the nuts.

Then she blew gently on it with her sweet, girlish breath.

Her voice was a rasp when she continued.

"Yes. I was getting hot. I knew, of course, that I deserved to be soundly spanked. What teenaged girl doesn't? Sometimes it's easier to bend over and take what's coming to you than to carry all that guilt around with you all the time."

"But I don't really know what was causing my virgin pussy to drip like a faucet. I couldn't turn it off. I was making a puddle of cunt cream in the dry earth which formed the floor of this little, secluded tunnel in the middle of Central Park."

"There wasn't much time to think about anything. He was a phantom, in search of quick captives, and he forced me down to the ground on my knees. He placed one booted foot on the back of my neck, pressing my head into the dirt."

"I begged him not to hurt me, but he told me to shut the fuck up. He forced his leather-gloved hand into my mouth and explored my oral cavity with it the way a slave trader explores the mouth of a slave on the auction block."

"When his black gloved hand was wet with my saliva (he'd shoved it down my throat as if it were a black dick, forcing the fingers back until I spit up on it), he returned the soaked leather to my bared bottom, and caressed the naked cheeks with his hands, leaving my own spit all over me."

"He told me that he'd whip the spit into steam. It was then that he started to spank me in a steady rhythm. Sometimes he'd hit the same spot over and over again. Each time, I figured that it was the last time he'd smack me on that spot, but he showed how cruel he could be by keeping it up, doing exactly what pleased him."

She was thinking of her father now.

That was the way Daddy handled her.

"That must be why the imprint of his hand is still on your buns," Mike said. "He beat you in the same exact spot with the same hand, over and over again."

"Yes," Suzanne replied, still stroking his now fully erect cock.

She went on.

"You know, the ass cheeks are located very close to the vagina. Look, I'll show you," she added, standing up to show him some of her own gymnastics.

She bent over in the position which her father made her assume when she was to bend at the waist and hold her own ankles.

"Can you see how close the ass globes are to the cunt. When I spread my legs like this, you can see both the ass and the pussy, too, can't you?"

"Yeah," Mike rasped. "The cunt is glistening wet."

"That's because I'm thinking about the way I got spanked. Each time I was disciplined across the cheeks, either one cheek at a time or right across the crack, hitting both at once, I would feel the fire in my pussy."

"The ass and the cunt are so close that it was impossible not to. Each stroke on my ass was a stroke to my virgin pussy and I was forced to ... "

It was too much for Mike.

He couldn't hold back.

His hard-on was raging.

He grabbed her at the waist and held on very tightly.

"Hey, wait a minute!" she screamed. "What the fuck do you think you're ... "

He took his stiff rod and placed the bulbous head of it at her pussy.

"I'll scream," she threatened.

"Nobody will hear you."

He knew that if she hadn't reported the spanker to the police, there was a good chance that she would be convinced not to go overboard this time, either.

She had cock teased him to the ultimate.

Any young girl who plays with a man's big dick until it oozes, while telling him how she was forced to the floor in a park, in a tunnel where the sounds of a leather-clad hand spanking an upturned bare ass just echoed like crazy, well, any girl who would bend over and ask a naked stud to see the relationship between her rounded ass globes and her juicy pussy, well, any girl like that deserved to be fucked! Raped! Screwed from behind - doggie style!!!

She felt the hot cock head between her sweaty ass cheeks, moving toward her pussy. He used his fingers to part the moistened lips, while his other hand held her at her belly, forcing her back onto his stiff shaft.

She was struggling to escape him, but the muscular gymnast had her where he wanted her. And he had his thick dick where he wanted it, too.

He bit on her neck as the head of his cock slipped into her.

She moaned when she felt it pressing against her precious hymen.

"So you liked to be spanked, huh?" he said.

She didn't answer.

"You need to get it across your ass, don't you?"

Again, she remained silent.

He placed his palm against the place on the side of her body where her ass met her thigh. He raised his hand back, and then he slapped it down so hard against her that she screamed.

He smacked her so hard, she felt only that terrible spank, and she didn't even realize that the first five inches of his thick prick had entered her, shattering her membrane of virginity in one quick plunge.

She felt her inner pussy juices, mixed with virgin blood, dripping down the insides of her legs. It was only then that she realized what had happened.

By that time, it was too late to turn back.

You can't make a waterfall run backwards.

You can't make a virgin out of a girl who has been broken.

It was only then that Mike forced the full weight of his body on top of her, pressing her to the floor. It was only then that he forced the full eight inches of his prick into her wet snatch, and started to plow it with all his might.

He worked his cock up and down and all around inside her dripping cunt.

Mike fucked her bad and he fucked her good.

He slapped her ass real hard all throughout the fucking, to give her what she needed and to be sure that she behaved while he took what he demanded.

It hurt terribly at first. He gave her no time to get used to the feeling of a big dick up her cunt for the very first time.

But after a while, she couldn't help but enjoy it. She felt all that manly power inside of her. Not only did she feel it on her ass, as she always had during her spankings, but she felt it deep inside of her, too.

She started to wriggle backwards on to the bone of his dick, begging him to screw her good and long and deep and hard, the way she needed it.

"You're a hot bitch for a first time fuck," he told her.

"You've got a newly devirginized pussy on your dick," she told him.

"And you know how to take care of a man's prick," he replied between strokes. "Yeah, snap that twat around this dong of mine. Wrap your cunt around my boner and show this man that you know how to make a dick feel real good."

She responded by working her cunt muscles on his dick until her cunt juices were virtually frothing.

Many times, he felt as if he'd have to shoot his heavy load into her pussy.

But then, he stroked the inside of her pussy real, real deep, and it must have triggered something deep inside of her. She started bucking her beautiful body around like a bitch in heat.

"Spank me, Daddy," she cried out to Mike. "Spank me, Daddy!"

He could tell from the way she was moaning, begging and writhing, that she meant it. He didn't feel funny because she had called him "Daddy." He gave her what she needed and he gave it with full fervor.

She cried out as he spanked her real hard, making her ass as red hot as her pussy.

All the time he spanked her, he rammed his stiff dick into her cunt, all the way down. The thick shaft rubbed her clit raw as it rammed her deep.

Her juices were flowing and she started to convulse inside her pussy in multiple orgasms.

"Ahhhh, I'm coming!!!" she shouted.

Mike groaned like a mad animal. Her orgasming cunt was triggering his climax, too, as the walls of her snatch snapped on his prick, draining it of its pent up jism.

They were screaming together at the tops of their lungs.

Ropes of liquid energy spewed forth from his cock, flooding her newly broken pussy with blazing hot, white semen.

She could feel the sticky stuff burning into her abused young pussy.

He could feel the syrups of her pussy gushing out of her, mixing with his thick scum.

Their mutual climax went on for nearly five breathless minutes.

Then it was over, and only their heavy breathing remained.

The world came into focus again. Suzanne realized that she was in an apartment in New York City. Outside his window, she could see the Hudson River.

"I really have to go now," she said, while his softening prick was still inside of her. "My Daddy will beat me silly if ... "

"Hey, Suzanne," Mike asked seriously. "How much of that was real? Were you really spanked in the park? Do you really need to be spanked by your Daddy in order to come?"

"I really have to be going," Suzanne insisted.

There were certain things which she could never reveal.

Mike was a nice guy, and he may have been the first to have her in that special way. But already she felt guilty that she had not given her father the first taste of her deeper pussy.

She didn't feel clean, having just been fucked so savagely and everything, and yet, she didn't want to take the time to shower at Mike's place.

Something was telling her that she had to get back to the hotel as soon as she possibly could. Perhaps it was some sixth sense which called to her.

She really knew that she had to go, in fact, if she had known what had happened in her absence, she might never have left her father's side at all.

What awaited her back at the hotel was more than most teenaged girls could possibly handle.

It was something more terrifying than she would have even imagined in one of her nightmares.