Chapter 6
Suzanne still felt her reddened ass cheeks and sore upper thighs with every step she took on her way back to the hotel. She was going as quickly as she could.
She sensed something telling her that she had better get back there quickly.
Maybe it was just that she wanted to get to the hotel before the arrival of her parents so that she wouldn't have to explain where she'd been.
Maybe it was ... well, she had a funny feeling in the pit of her stomach.
She had come to realize some of her special talents. She considered them to be quite extraordinary. Specifically, she had learned to recognize her abilities in the world of the occult. That is to say, she could sense things and could predict things. In fact, she could even create things happening to herself and around herself.
This time, she wasn't quite certain what awaited her, but she could tell that there was something out of the usual realm of experiences and that it would be ready for her exploration once she returned to the hotel.
Perhaps that was why she decided to walk back, rather than take a bus.
Walking could be faster in New York than sitting on a bus or in a cab in heavily snarled traffic jams. She had learned that simply by observing the city.
As for taking a subway, she was unfamiliar with that form of public transportation, and besides, as it happened, there was no readily available subway route which would have taken her from Mike's place back to the hotel where she was staying with her parents.
Of course, her thoughts continued to drift back to Mike, and this started her cuntal juices flowing, and it made her tit nipples firm against the front of her.
She hoped that she would not earn another spanking from her father within the next day or two, if only because she didn't want him to see the bruises left on her once-flawless bottom by the sexual wrath of Mike.
Not that Suzanne hadn't egged Mike on.
Indeed, it was another example of her power, that special sixth sense of a power which got people to do what she wanted. Of course, her incredible young beauty also played a part in that aspect of her power.
It could work wonders.
Of course, if her father made any comment about the marks on her twin buttocks, she was prepared to tell him that he had placed them there himself.
Indeed, his constant working of discipline on her butt had produced such results many times, if not, in reality, this time.
Still, she was prepared with that explanation, should the need arise, because she felt that it would be better than admitting the truth.
If her father knew that she had engaged in sex with a virtual stranger on her very first days in New York, there was no telling what he would do to her.
She had seen his reaction - and felt it, too - at the very first meeting of herself and Mike. It had caused her father's temper to flare, and it had resulted in a very sore backside for her.
That was exciting, now that the sting of it had left her, and she could not deny that she was looking to recreate that experience with Mike.
When she begged him to punish her, and when she called him "Daddy," she was living out the fantasy which was also a reality for her.
Although she had her doubts about whether or not this was actually good for her, she had to go through with it. She needed this experience. Her ass needed it.
She felt that it made her a better girl, and it was with this belief that she was able to go on.
She seriously believed that if she were not monitored in this way by her father, she would get herself in a lot of trouble. But still, she took her chances and experimented with Mike without telling her father about it, and she begged Mike to spank her because she had learned to require that kind of stimulation to reach her own point of orgasm.
She hoped, too, that her father would not have a chance to discover that her virginity was now a thing of the past. She knew that she was responsible for that loss, too. She had encouraged it.
But she did not regret it, and even on her way home, back to the hotel, she thought of the experience as a gain, and not as a loss.
It was busy on the New York streets at this hour. People were rushing about, and Suzanne felt like a real New Yorker as she rushed about right with them.
Several times she bumped into people on the crowded streets.
It seemed that everything was like an old-time Charlie Chaplin movie.
Yes, everything was moving at a speed which was just a bit faster than it should have been.
But Suzanne enjoyed all of it, knowing, of course, that she would only be spending a short time in this city before returning with her parents to Pennsylvania.
Maybe that had also been a factor in her seduction of Mike. She knew that they could only be together for a brief time, and she wanted to experience him in New York, where all those people made it safe and anonymous.
Back home she could not have received a spanking from a boyfriend without the word getting around, and she wanted to be certain that such information only got around to those who understood and appreciated it for what it was worth.
Even as she hurried toward the hotel, she thought of that, and fantasized about how it would be if everybody in her home town knew of her special interest.
It would be embarrassing, of course, in reality. But in her fantasy she was able to dream of another side of it, and this too, made her pussy wet.
She thought of how it would be if everybody in her school knew that she liked to be spanked. Certainly, many of the students would be turned off by this.
Many of them, as Suzanne well knew, were prudish to the extent that their knowledge of sex and their experience in it was limited.
That could not understand how anybody would find anything pleasurable about pain. Suzanne, of course knew, that sensually applied pain could stimulate an inner pussy.
She had been disciplined by her father because she needed it, and indeed, most of her spankings had been for punishment value only.
But she had come to incorporate her punishments into her sex life.
She did not know why this was so, but since it was so, she didn't waste her time trying to figure it out. She merely indulged in it with Mike, and imagined that she would experience the sexuality of it the next time she was spanked by her Daddy.
Of course, if everybody at school knew of her special interest and the fact that it aroused her sexually to received a well-applied spanking across her bare butt, more than a few would respond with their own desires, whether previously suppressed or not.
Some of them, she supposed, would be eager and willing to spank her, merely for a chance to get at her bare buns. They were certainly attractive as seen through her dresses and slacks, and the way they swayed back and forth as she walked was just an open invitation to pinch, tweak, kiss, and certainly to spank.
Once her secret desire were made known, the boys at school would be lusting after that ass of hers, and they would use any available excuse to turn her over their knees and give her a spanking she would not soon forget.
She could just see herself being held over in class with that boy with the sandy blond hair who sat up front near the teacher's desk in her English class.
He seemed much more mature than the others in her class, and although she had always been too shy to get to know him, she had certainly noticed him.
Now, in her fantasy, as she walked to the hotel, she realized how much she had noticed him. She recalled the way his voice was deeper than the less mature boys in her class. She recalled the way his neck was thick and had an Adam's apple clearly visible.
She recalled the tan color of his skin, and the handsome features of his face behind a pair of horn-rimmed glasses. She liked that.
She recalled the muscles which showed through even his baggiest of shirts. He was sexy to her without even trying, and she recalled how she had been attracted to his bulky body.
She had even noticed the bulge at the front of the cord jeans which he usually wore. The bulge had actually rubbed a spot in the pants.
It was easy to see it, even from a distance.
That meant he had a fat cock, and she longed to be held down between his legs after class one day in an otherwise empty classroom.
It was her fantasy that she would be spanked by him, possibly with the long, hard ruler, which rested menacingly on the ledge below the classroom's blackboard.
She could almost hear the cracks of the ruler across her vulnerable, upturned rear.
Although she was often, if not usually, spanked across her bared globes, in her fantasy with this high school boy, she imagined that she was wearing white, cotton panties which clung to her cheeks like a second skin.
Still, the boy would spank her squirming butt so hard, she would feel it directly through the material, and he would make her cry, and beg him to stop.
But, (and she could almost hear his deep, sexy voice) he would tell her that she had to take the full extent of the spanking she deserved for being such a flirty little cocktease. She had showed him her tit nipples pressing firmly against a tight and revealing blouse, and now she had to pay the consequences.
He would take it out fully - on her ass.
She imagined the way her cunt juices would flow into the white, cotton panties, soaking them at the front and making the material cling like a second skin not only to her ass globes but to the curve and the cleft of her pussy as well.
She knew that her little, frothy girl-juices flowed abundantly. They always had. And now that she was no longer a virgin, she assumed that the cream would ooze even more than usual, simply because there was more room for it, and. less of a membrane to block its release.
She, in fact, felt the juices oozing from her pussy at that very moment, and she almost forgot to look both ways before crossing a crowded city street.
It was only her special sixth sense which caused her to look suddenly to her right as she stepped out into the street against the traffic light.
To her shock, a taxi cab was coming straight toward her.
Her eyes opened wide and her jaw dropped, but she was frozen to the spot.
Perhaps there was no time to think. She had been so deeply involved in her fantasies. Now suddenly, the cab was almost on top of her.
Fear froze her.
Her feet would not move.
The cab came to a screeching halt just steps from her.
Another few inches, and it would have knocked her down, run her over, or bucked her beautiful body up in the air with its impact.
"What the fuck's the matter with you, bitch?" the driver yelled.
He screamed it loud enough for everybody to hear.
If anybody who was there had not turned around to see what was making that terrible screech of rubber burning against the pavement, they turned around when this cigar-chopping New York cabbie started yelling at her harshly.
She was too embarrassed to say anything to him.
The fact that she was just a pretty girl from another, quieter state, only made it more difficult for her. She was not used to this kind of treatment, even though it took place all the time in New York, even to the prettiest of girls.
She stepped back onto the sidewalk.
After a moment or two, the cabbie stopped cursing her and started on his way. As he started off, she felt herself wish a silent wish which wasn't very nice.
It was a natural reaction to what had just happened, perhaps, and it seemed so instinctive that she didn't even have a chance to regret wishing it.
But then, a few moments later, there was a terrible crash.
The taxi cab rammed into another cab from behind.
There was a loud noise as the impact was made, and then the cab which had nearly run Suzanne over so shortly before, exploded in a cloud of black smoke.
Something had happened to the oil in the front part of the car, apparently.
Suzanne gasped. She knew what she had silently wished.
The police were there in an instant, and they tried to pry the cabbie from the wreckage, but it was no use.
Suzanne took a deep breath and continued on her way.
She was sweating now, and breathing hard.
She went right up to her room upon her arrival at the hotel.
She was soaked with sweat, more from fright than from the quick pace of her walking. She was recognizing more and more the power she possessed.
That was what frightened her.
She wanted to be in control of this power.
She was afraid that the power was in control of her.
The telephone rang.
Who could it be?
Her parents were the first ones to come into her mind. The only other person it might be was Mike. But why would he be calling so soon?
Still shaking after the incident with the cabbie, she picked up the phone.
Indeed, it was Mike.
"Hi, it's me," he said this time, and she knew his voice already.
"Oh, Mike. Hello."
"You sure got back quickly," he told her.
"I'm glad I got back at all. New York's a fast city."
"It sure is. Everybody here is either rushing about, speeding, or has learned to take a deep breath and enjoy life, for what it is," Mike told her.
"Oh, I'm glad you told me that," she said.
"I feel better already."
It was good to hear his voice. She didn't tell him that, however.
"Well, I really don't have anything to say to you," he told her. "It was just that I wanted to thank you again for coming over. And I wanted to make certain that you arrived home safely."
"Yes, I did. And thank you. I'll talk with you again soon."
"Oh, yes. I definitely want to see you again before you leave New York. It can be for fun, or sex, or a spanking or ... "
"How about all of those?" she smiled into the receiver.
"Oh, yeah. That sounds good," he told her.
"Well," she said, "so long."
"Bye."
And she hung up the phone.
No sooner than she dropped the receiver onto the cradle did she want to talk with Mike again. She wanted to tell him what had happened to her on her way home and she wanted to let him know how much he really meant to her.
It was not that they were serious about each other after only meeting, but she did want to tell him that she liked him a lot and she felt that he would appreciate knowing the fact that she really didn't do this sort of thing all that often.
Of course, her broken virginity should have told him that much.
She had only taken three steps away from the telephone when it rang once again.
She picked it up quickly, for the sharp ring of it had startled her.
"Hello," she said.
"Hi, this is Mike again."
"Oh," she smiled. Had her wishes actually created his calling her?
He told her that he had forgotten to express in all reality how much he really did appreciate her company, sexual and otherwise.
"You really turned me on to something which I never really would have thought of before," he said to her. "I have to thank you for broadening my horizons, and that was really the reason I called you back. In fact, that was the reason I called you a few minutes ago in the first place."
She could hardly believe her good fortune in creating this call. She began to take responsibility for such phenomenon. She realized, now, that such things had happened before. Maybe she had thought about somebody she had not seen or heard from in many years. The next thing she knew, that person appeared out of the blue.
Things like that.
She took her opportunity to tell him the things she needed to tell him.
She did explain that she was almost run down on the street, and that the cabbie had cursed her and yelled at her.
But she didn't tell him about the cabbie's accident a few moments later.
He told her that he would be available in case she needed some comfort, although he assured her that these sorts of things happened in New York City all the time.
Again, they thanked each other and said their goodbyes.
Suzanne, exhausted from all she'd been through, flopped down onto the bed to relax. It was very quiet in the next room, and she assumed that her parents had not returned to the hotel, which was all for the good, of course.
She decided that if she went to sleep, it would serve her well.
She was very tired, and she knew for certain that she was not in the mood to take in any more sightseeing with her parents, or without, this night.
It was already dark, and she knew that her parents would be looking in on her before they went to sleep, and so she took her clothes off.
She looked at her naked body in the mirror.
Suzanne saw herself turning into a woman. She noticed the way her hips were filling out. No longer was she a skinny little kid.
She was blossoming into a woman.
She saw the moistness which remained at the slit of her cuntal mound.
She rubbed her cunt meat softly, knowing what she had experienced that day.
It made her moan, and invited her to tweak her tawny tit nipples with her other hand as she massaged the abused cunt.
But she didn't give in to masturbation.
After all the sex she had been through that afternoon with Mike, she was ready for a rest, to say the very least.
The last part of herself that she looked at before going to sleep was her well-rounded, and well-spanked bottom.
She moved her hands gently over the flesh.
She could feel raised surfaces which had welted up.
She knew from past experiences that it would take three days, at least,. for these to heal to the point of disappearance.
It was strange to her that even now, just looking at the reddened ass cheeks made her pussy tingle deep inside. She could actually feel her clitty without even touching it. It seemed to glow inside of her when she caressed her naked bottom.
After a short while, she slipped into her night gown, a soft, cotton nightie which tied into a bow at the high neck, and came down to her ankles with a ruffled hem at the bottom. It was pale, baby blue, with a deep blue sash.
She fastened the sash tightly around her waist - tight enough, in fact, to secure her waist at a trim nineteen inches.
Her voluptuously inviting ass mounds swelled out from there.
Suzanne turned out the light by the side of her bed, but left the dimly lit emergency light, or night light, burning, so that when her parents returned to look in on her, they would easily see her there in her bed, sound asleep, and they would rest easy, knowing that she had returned to the hotel without incident in this big city.
Without incident, indeed!
It was only a short time later that the door dividing the room of her parents' and her own room, was opened. A crack of light filtered through.
The shaft of light reflected on Suzanne's face.
She had fallen right to sleep, but now she was wakened by the shaft of light.
She opened her eyes and saw her mother standing there.
"Where were you?" her mother rasped.
"W-w-what do you mean? What are you talking about?" Suzanne stammered as she wiped the sleep from her heavily-lidded eyes.
"You know what I mean," her mother seethed ominously. "I came back to the hotel a few hours ago to fetch you. You were gone. I called the room several times in the nervous panic which ensued. You weren't here. Then I couldn't find your father either. He had vanished."
"Well, I'm sorry, I was out for a walk," Suzanne said in explanation.
"Liar!" her mother bellowed irrationally.
Suzanne was stunned. Her mother had never behaved like this - except, of course, in one of her nightmarish dreams!
"You frustrated old bitch," Suzanne yelled, almost unable to help herself.
It was almost as if she had yelled these words before, some other time, some other place, in some sort of similar circumstance.
A dream, perhaps?
"You're just pissed off because you lost Daddy when you came looking for me. Don't blame your marital mix-up on me! I'm not responsible if Daddy was off spanking the pants off of some little New York chippie instead of spanking you!"
"So, you know about the spankings!" her mother declared.
"Of course I do. I'd have to be deaf, dumb and blind not to know. But I've gotten plenty of spankings from Daddy, too, and I've discovered the secret meaning of them. It's sex!"
"You brazen little hussy," her mother said, lunging at Suzanne and pulling her from the bed.
Suzanne was standing by the window now, and her mother swung at her.
Suzanne ducked, and her mother missed.
It was then that the front door to this hotel room opened, and standing in the doorway was Daddy.
He watched as his wife lunged again at his daughter.
Suzanne ducked.
Her mother leaped forward, flying through the opened window behind Suzanne.
"Oh, my God!" Suzanne screamed.
It was one of her horrible dreams, now a reality.
She knew it, and her Daddy knew it.
Was she responsible for creating this?
If she was, she knew she would get a good, hard beating.
Even if she wasn't, she knew that Daddy would spank the shit out of her, anyway.