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Henry came to the theater a couple of times during the next week and Gloria had to force herself to pay attention to her duties and not sit next to him. But that didn't mean she couldn't occasionally sneak past to hold his hand or chat between showings. He also waited to walk her home after the theater closed. When her restriction was lifted he took her to dinner an a show. One with live people and not screen images. In the next few weeks they went to the zoo, toured the museum, went window shopping and were with each other every chance they got. He was always welcome in her house for dinner and family outings. The first time he invited her to his apartment she was excited and nervous but he was a gentleman and except for a few passionate kisses nothing untoward occurred. They discovered a shared love for Cribbage and spent a great deal of time in his apartment playing the game.
Gloria was experiencing feelings that were new and exciting. She had a few more chats with Mother and discovered that touching yourself in pleasure was not a crime. However, it should be done in private. Now she could add some physical pleasure to her nighttime thoughts.
About a month later they were on their way to his apartment and happened to be walking behind a teenage girl and her mother. They didn't know what the problem was but they couldn't help overhearing what the woman said. "That was the last straw young lady. As soon as we get home I'm going to tan your backside and you can expect another spanking from your father later."
The girl whined, "Mother! You can't. I'm too old to be spanked."
The young couple smiled at the response. "I can and you're not. I'll spank you whenever I think you need it. Stop arguing or I'll use something more than my hand. Get in the car."
As soon as they drove off Gloria and Henry started giggling and outright laughter tumbled out. After a light dinner they went to his apartment. As he was getting the cards and Cribbage board she said, "I feel bad for laughing at that girl's plight. I should feel sorry for her since I've been in her shoes but it was funny. I wonder what she would have thought if I told her I knew of at least one other girl whose parents believe you're never too old for a spanking."
He was smiling also. "Make that three girls. Don't forget my sisters."
She replied. "Then that makes four that we know of. I'll bet she's squirming on a sore bottom by now and thinking about the one she's going to get from her father. I can just picture it. Over his lap with her panties down and feeling very sorry for herself."
Without thinking he said, "Personally I prefer the imaginary picture of a somewhat older girl over my own lap."
He immediately regretted his words and was about to apologize when Gloria responded. "But she wouldn't be as scared unless she was really being punished. She might even like it."
She also was stopped short by her confession. There was an embarrassed silence. He spoke first. "I'm sorry. That was unseemly."
She looked at him. "No and I'm glad you said it. Have you been thinking about, um, about what you suggested that night at my house?"
He shyly admitted his guilt and she said, "So have I. Do you remember the question you asked?"
He didn't have to think hard to recall the incident. "I asked if you'd mind a light spanking over my knee."
Her correction was so fast it was obvious that she had also thought of that discussion fairly often. "You said you wanted to see my bare bottom over your lap but you'd only spank it until it was a little red and that you'd stop if I started crying."
He was embarrassed and said, "I'm sorry. It was improper of me to suggest such a thing."
She smiled slightly. "I have to agree with you on that point. Since we didn't really know each other it was a bit forward but I was not offended. However, I was confused and did not know how to answer you right then so the question is still open."
There was a short pause while she reviewed all the possible objections for the millionth time. Still not completely sure it was the right thing to do she gathered her courage. "My answer is Yes. I would like a spanking like that."
Henry often thought of the thing he suggested but was also embarrassed that he had spoken of it. He assumed that she had been polite by not mentioning it since and was astonished by what he heard. Could she actually mean what she just said? He stared at her face for a clue. It was not smiling and showed definite signs of anxiety. He sighed and said, "I don't think we're ready to try something of that nature. I want to wait until you are sure."
Gloria was quite sure of what she wanted. The trepidation he saw on her face was fear that he had only been teasing and hadn't actually meant what he said. What was he going to think of her volunteering to show him her unclothed rear end and wanting him to spank it? When she heard his gentle refusal she knew her concern was valid and was very embarrassed. She had the beginning of tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry. I misunderstood what you said and I feel like I've made a fool of myself. I think I should go home now."
She started for the door and in a rare moment for any man, Henry understood what had happened. He jumped up and put his arms around her. "Please don't go. The fault is mine and I think I know what it was. You were not mistaken. I don't know what came over me but I meant what I said about wanting to spank you. I still do and am overjoyed that you don't find the idea repulsive. What I misinterpreted was the look on your face. I thought you were scared and I did not want to push you into anything."
His little speech got him a deep kiss. Then she smiled and asked, "Does this mean you're going to spank me?"
His beaming face outshone hers as he nodded. She was wearing a casual dress so there were no stockings or girdle to contend with. He put a chair in the middle of the room and she fidgeted a bit. He asked again if this was what she really wanted and she walked to his side. She bent down to give him a kiss and then lowered herself onto his lap. The thought of spanking over any clothes never entered their heads as he raised her dress. He wasn't looking at anything he hadn't seen before but now that she was offering it voluntarily it was as if it was the first time. It was beautiful and about to become even more so.
He wanted to stroke and caress it but he could tell she was a bit nervous so that would have to wait for another time. He put his fingers in the waistband of her panties and felt her shudder a little. He slowly drew them down and uncovered what he (and she) had been waiting to be exposed. Again the desire to caress this beautiful thing was almost overpowering and he was barely able to restrain himself.
He gave her the first swat and she jumped and gasped. He saw her looking up at him and she was smiling. He correctly assumed her initial response was one of surprise and not pain so the need to ask if he struck too hard was unnecessary. He returned her smile and went back to the task at hand. Another swat followed and then more. This was not like any spanking either of them had ever experienced. For her it was a heavenly warmth spreading on an area she never considered a source of pleasure and for him it was the first time he was actually enjoying delivering a spanking. Neither of them said anything. The room was silent except for the sounds of his hand contacting the pale then pink and then slightly red flesh and her periodic quiet moans.
He had just gotten her past the delightfully stinging phase and took her just a little way into the "Oh that hurts" phase when he stopped. She had been looking at the floor or straight ahead and it took her a moment or two to realize that there was nothing landing on her bottom. She looked back to see him smiling down at her. "I think that's enough for our first time. Did it hurt?"
She wriggled her bottom and said, "It was starting to but I didn't mind. Actually it felt good."
That wriggle caused a certain part of him to swell even more than it had during the spanking and was very noticeable to the wriggler. She had read about erections and her mother/daughter talk enlightened her even more. Now she was actually feeling one albeit through his clothes and she liked it. The spanking had been very sexy and now that she knew he felt the same way she smiled anew.
He replaced her panties and she noticed that he was careful to keep the elastic from her bottom the way he took them down at the theater. She briefly wondered if he pulled them up the same way that time but she was in no condition to discern anything except her sore rear end. He helped her to stand and the dress fell back into place. She faced him and for the first time in her life she put a hand back on her bottom while it was still warm from a spanking. He saw her rubbing it and was slightly concerned. "Did I do it too hard?"
She smiled. "No. It's just that I've never been allowed to do anything to soothe even a little sting before and I'm having fun."
He laughed and she asked, "So tell me Sir, did you take any pleasure in spanking me?"
He took her other hand in his and replied. "Yes Miss and I eagerly anticipate the next opportunity."
He quietly added, "That is, if you want to do it again."
She wrapped her arms around him. "Yes. And again and again and again."
She was finding that her mother's explanation of how this sort of spanking would affect more than just where his hand landed was very true. Their kisses before had been exciting but her body had never responded the way it did right then. As she pressed against him she could feel that the effect it had on him had not diminished either.
He was a pillar of propriety but his hands itched to do more than hold her. As her passion swelled her impatience grew to be intolerable. What was he waiting for? Girls were not supposed to be aggressive about things like this but she took his wrist and moved his hand to her bottom. He was surprised but not unhappy and he reveled in stroking and gently squeezing it. She cooed and kissed him more fervently.
There were other areas of her that he would touch sometime in the future but at that moment he was fondling his favorite part. She was of like mind and loved the feel of his hand. After a few minutes she pulled away from him and stepped back a little. Quick as a wink she reached under her dress and resting one hand on his shoulder for support she stepped one foot and then the other clear of her panties. She tossed them to the side and was back to his arms after raising the rear hem of her dress. He didn't need her to direct his hand back to that spot. Then he gently moved them to the couch and let go of her just long enough to settle himself and draw her over him face down. The dress had fallen but it was clear of her bottom in a second and he could see the thing he was rubbing, squeezing and caressing.
This bottom up position which had always led to discomfort before was now wonderful. Because of her newfound sexuality her rear end had become one of her most sensitive erogenous zones. She was writhing in obvious pleasure. The glorious skin he was staring at was begging for a swat and that's what it got. She raised herself and spoke breathlessly. "Yes, spank me again but don't stop so soon. Make me feel it."
He was taking her at her word. Soft slaps getting harder and harder until it started to smart. Then he'd stop and go back to the gentle rubbing. He repeated this cycle and was getting better at judging just the right moment to start it again. Her skin was turning red in spots so he avoided them. After the fifth rise and fall of the pain she was going crazy. Nothing she ever imagined felt like this. Even when he took her a little further into the slightly painful stage she didn't want him to stop. The number of swats necessary to bring her back to real sting became fewer and fewer. When even the soft touch of his hand caused a flinch he stopped.
Her bottom was aching but not unbearable. Maybe it was inefficient but it had taken him twenty minutes to get it to feel like it did after only a few spanks by her parents. But it was a wonderful twenty minutes. She looked up and told him so. He saw tears in her eyes but her smile let him know she was very happy.
He gently moved her to kneel on the floor as he ran to get a bowl of water and a washcloth. She went back over his lap and he cooled the fire down to a reasonable level. After a bit she moved her legs apart and he succumbed to the temptation to let his fingers slide between them.
She had just recently discovered how good it was to touch that part but her fingers did little to prepare her for what it felt like when he made contact. It was electric and she was wanting more as he stroked. Finally the tiniest hint of propriety crept in and she knew that if he kept doing what he was doing it was going to lead to something else. She reached back to hold his wrist and between panting breaths said, "No, please stop. I want more and we shouldn't do that yet."
He had to agree and slowly withdrew his fingers but kept his hand on her bottom. She cooed again and said, "You really know how to give a girl a good spanking and I do mean Good."
She moved slightly and was reminded of the hard thing beneath her. Mother had told her of ways to satisfy a man without intercourse. One she just couldn't believe and was not eager to try but using her fingers to help him was what she had in mind when she rolled off his lap and put her hands there. She opened his belt and said, "Let me touch you."
It was his turn to moan when she pulled his pants and boxer shorts down to his feet and wrapped her fingers around him. She was only partially prepared for seeing how big it had gotten and momentarily wondered if it would really fit inside of her. But her real focus was finding ways to please him. He assisted by telling her when she was doing the right things or if she did something he didn't care for. Actually, there wasn't anything that fell into the second category. As he got closer to erupting he managed to tell her that he had a handkerchief in his pants pocket. Mother had told her what to expect so she knew what he needed it for. She quickly fished it out without slowing her other hand and it was just in time.
Enjoyable as it was it was not the focus of their lives. They were in love and thoroughly enjoyed each other's company doing almost anything. However, sex wasn't ignored entirely. They liked to sit on his couch and make out. When she had put his hand on her bottom it was tacit approval for him to explore other parts as well.
They were not impetuous teenagers so they moved slowly. First a hand on her breast through her clothes then sliding it under her dress and so on. It took him a month to breach the barriers of her blouse and bra but they were only opened. No outer clothing was removed entirely during these sessions but she liked the way he touched her in that special spot so her panties were almost always lying on the floor as they kissed and fondled each other. The one thing they didn't do was reserved for marriage. In addition to him touching her she continued to provide pleasure to him with her fingers with a handkerchief at the ready.
The second time he spanked her was somewhat different the first. When I say first I'm referring to the playful spankings. He never gave her another one like that time in the theater. Anyway, like the previous occurrence it needed a catalyst.
Uncle Fred had changed her schedule. Except for Friday and Saturday nights when he needed her to keep the crowd under control she was working at the matinees. That way she could have more evenings to spend with her friends and Henry. On the nights when she was going out with him she brought other clothes to the theater. He would usually come to the movie, she would change out of her Usherette uniform and then off to whatever they had planned. On this occasion it was dinner in a diner and then to his place for some necking. While they were eating they talked about the movie. There was a scene in it where the male lead took a woman over his knee for a short spanking. Henry commented, "That was almost a joke. That wasn't a spanking. Did you see the way she carried on after only a few swats and they were over her dress. Whoever that director was he doesn't know much about that subject."
Gloria teased. "And you think you do?"
He smiled. "Yes, as a matter of fact. I think I know quite a lot about that subject."
She replied, "And why should I believe you?"
He lowered his voice. "Because I'm going to give you a demonstration."
She playfully shuddered in mock fear. The idea was not in the least frightening but she found herself fidgeting in the booth. All of a sudden she was very aware of her bottom and how good it was going to feel in spite of the sting he intended to provide. Although they talked of other things during the rest of the meal she couldn't get the impending spanking out of her mind.
At the apartment they hugged and kissed for a while. When he put his hand on her rear end she looked up and smiled. "Oh No. You're not really going to spank me? Are you?"
He gave her his best stern look. "I certainly am young lady. I'll get the chair and you prepare yourself for a spanking."
What he meant was for her to prepare herself mentally but when he heard her chuckle he quickly turned around. She already had her dress unzipped and was pulling it over her shoulders. He didn't say anything but his eyes asked the question. She looked innocent and said, "You told me to prepare for a spanking and in my house that means taking off everything that covers me below the waist."
She had told him of how she was punished at home so he knew about that rule and since she had to wear slacks for every one of them he never assumed she would actually take off her dress. But there it was. Crumpled at the floor and his eyes widened as she slid the panties down and off.
In all their touch and feel games he always attended to her under her clothes so this was the first time he saw the front of her with nothing covering it. When I say the front of her I just mean her lower half. She was still wearing her bra. She put her hands on her hips and said, "Well are you going to get that chair and spank me or not?"
He grinned and took her hand. As he led her to the couch he said, "No and Yes."
He settled down and she was over his knees the way she was during the second spanking. Oops, I mean the second spanking of the first spanking that was really the second spanking and I'm getting confused.
Anyway, she was over his knees and the spanking itself was like the, um, one of the other ones. He built up the sting and then soothed until the sting had grown to a small fire. Her giggles at the beginning of the event were long gone and she was moaning and groaning as the pain built and retreated. When he had her to the almost unbearable point he finally stopped. He reached into the drawer next to him and took out a lotion that promised to soothe sunburned skin. They both discovered that it did a good job on skin reddened via other means.
As before she eventually slid off his lap and pulled his pants down. Her fingers did their magic but when he handed her the handkerchief she surreptitiously put it to the side. She had been thinking about that other way to please a man that her mother had mentioned and decided to give it a try. As he started jerking in a way she was now quite familiar with she put her mouth on him. He was so far gone he didn't realize what she was doing until he was emptied and still felt something on him. He looked down and was amazed. She pulled back and he popped out of her mouth. She smiled and said, "It's not very tasty but this way you don't have to wash the handkerchief. Actually, I've been wanting to do that for you. Do you mind?"
He got down on the floor next to her and held her close. "I don't mind at all. I'm surprised but pleasantly so. Where did you learn about that?"
She shrugged. "Mother."
He was shocked, "Your mother?"
She smiled again. "Yes. She and I have been having the most wonderful talks. I've had tons of questions about sex and she's been great about answering them and offering some suggestions. Of course, she hopes I won't follow all of them until I'm married but I'm fairly sure she knows that we've done more than kiss and is not too upset."
He hugged her and replied. "That's fantastic. So tell me what other things did she tell you."
Gloria laughed and said, "You're just going to have to wait."
Henry pouted but not too hard.
A few days after that he was once again a guest at her house. The visit was as pleasant as always until the boys went upstairs. Father was gone on some sort of business trip so it was just Mother, Gloria and Henry left downstairs. Mother broached the subject cautiously. She had been having a problem with one of her sons. Since Father was not home she was in a quandary. He needed a good spanking but she was reluctant to do it. Gloria had explained that she and the boys were treated differently when it came to punishment so Henry was not surprised to hear the woman ask him to act in Father's stead. He thought for a while and then agreed. He had never used anything but his hand but didn't think learning how to use the strap was going to be a problem.
The boy was called downstairs and reminded of his misbehavior. Mother ended her lecture by saying, "Your father is not here and I am not going to spank you. However, as you know, Henry has some experience in doing that sort of thing. If you don't believe me ask your sister and she'll attest to his capabilities."
A glance at Gloria as she blushed and nodded and then she continued. "So you are going to fetch Father's strap and wait for Mr. Brown in your bedroom. He has my permission to punish you and he understands it is to be severe."
The boy's face showed his disbelief but he didn't move. He crossed his arms and defiantly slunk down into the chair.. Mother was about to say something but Henry spoke first. "If you don't mind I think I can handle this. Where is the strap? Never mind. He'll show me. Come on young man, we're going for a walk."
He had learned how to handle situations like these from his parents. He grabbed the youngster by the ear and pulled him to his feet. There were promises to do what his mother commanded but the grip at the side of his head remained firm as they went to fetch the strap and then to the boy's bedroom.
This was the first time he had a young man over his lap but once the bare bottom was uppermost the gender of its owner was immaterial. The listeners downstairs heard a better than average prelude. After a short pause the sound of the strap and plaintive cries floated down the stairs. Henry was getting the feel of the thing and knew that the spankings he received did not end until his bottom was a blazing inferno. Given the nature of this boy's misconduct he deserved no less. When he was finished the listeners knew this was not a punishment the lad would ever want to repeat. The fellow in question would confirm that assertion if he wasn't face down on his bed and still sobbing.
As Henry descended the stairs Mother thanked him.
He was perspiring from his efforts and said, "You're welcome. If you need my assistance in this manner again please don't hesitate to call on me."
Mother was tempted to ask if that included punishing Gloria but chose not to say anything.
The next morning she and Gloria were alone again and Mother thought about Gloria's blush last night. The incident in the theater was quite some time ago and she thought the embarrassment would have faded. There could be another reason. She voiced her hypothesis. "Henry has spanked you, hasn't he."
Gloria blushed again. "Of course Mother. You were there to see it."
The woman smiled, "You know darn well what I mean. Was it what you expected?"
Gloria grinned. "It was wonderful. I can understand why you and Father did it. And I believe your said it was more than a few times."
Mother teased, "And have you done it more than a few times?"
Gloria answered, "No. Just twice."
Mother looked serious. "You don't have to answer this but have you..."
Gloria blushed. "No we haven't. We both want that to wait until we're married. But I did try that thing you mentioned."
And they were off on another intimate and heartwarming conversation.
The next time Henry attended to Gloria's bottom was about a month later. He really enjoyed doing it and was convinced that Gloria liked them also. However, the ones before had been spur of the moment things and he was embarrassed to ask her to plan for one but she readily agreed. When she left the theater she was wearing a proper dress but had her spanking outfit in the bag where she usually only carried her uniform. They hurriedly ate dinner and then she went into his bedroom to change. When she came out she was wearing the baggy slacks and loose fitting top that showed a bit of midriff. She hung her head and said, "I'm ready to be spanked now, Sir."
The stern disciplinarian was grinning from ear to ear. She was lovely and when he sat on the couch he watched her final preparations. She took her slacks and panties off but Henry was sure she never did that so slow and sexily in front of her parents. The comfort to sting cycles were brought into play and then the magic lotion. When she went to the floor she did not pull his pants down immediately. Instead she started with his shoes and socks and then his pants and boxers were removed completely. She looked up and said, "Take your shirt off."
He wasn't sure what she had planned but he went along with it. When he was nude she sat back on her heels and said, "Now it's my turn."
The top piece of her clothing was as baggy as her slacks so he hadn't noticed that there was no bra underneath. He found out as she tossed it to join his clothes. He reached for her breasts and she slapped his hand. "Not yet. You can play with them later but for now I want you to lean back. I have a job to do."
And she did it very well. It was a real challenge for them to maintain their vow of chastity after he rolled onto the floor and did some wonderful things to her breasts and a lot of other places.
The very next week Henry was visiting her house again. Father said, "By the way. I never got to thank you for helping with my son. They both can get a bit rambunctious when I'm not there to punish them. I think you cured at least one of them of that."
Henry repeated his offer to assist again if needed. Father was not as reticent as Mother and asked if that included Gloria. Gloria's head snapped up and her eyes widened as Henry did not answer instantly. Instead he stood up and spoke to the older man. "I don't want Gloria to hear my answer to that question. Could we go into the living room and talk."
Surprise can only begin to describe the girl's feelings. In a few minutes Father returned and said, "He wants to see you."
Gloria was trying to read something from his expression or tone of voice but couldn't. She tentatively rose and went to Henry. She held her tongue and sat next to him. He said, "I didn't want to embarrass you in front of your family in case your answer is No but..."
He got down on one knee and continued, "I asked your father for your hand in marriage and while he gave his blessing the real answer has to come from you. Will you marry me?"
Father and Mother were standing close to the living room and trying to eavesdrop but that was not necessary. Everyone in the house heard her answer.
They were married in the movie theater and she was a beautiful bride. They went to a secluded bungalow in the woods for their honeymoon and were joyously happy. On the second day Henry was sitting on the porch when his eye caught a glimpse of something blue. A pretty young usherette in her uniform approached him and he braced himself. She poured the soda on his head and was laughing as he chased her into the bedroom.
Life is good.
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