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NOTE: This is a continuation of the story "Aunt Margaret's Advice". I recommend that you read that first.
"Reconciliation with Bryan"
I told Aunt Margaret all about Wednesday night and I guess you want to hear about it too. I'll start with meeting Bryan at school the Monday after our disastrous date and the 'discussion' between Aunt Margaret and me. As I expected, he barely said "Hello" and when I reminded him about our report he grimaced. You could've chipped the ice off his words but there was something sad about him at the same time as he said, "Yeah, I guess we have to do that. Can you wait until Wednesday? I've still got some work to do on my end."
Aunt Margaret's suggestion flit across my mind and I couldn't help saying, "That's fine. I have a problem with my end and I could use your assistance."
He suggested meeting in the library and wasn't sure about us working together at Aunt Margaret's house. But he finally agreed when I assured him that she would be home and he didn't have to worry about being alone with me. Two could play at throwing cold words around.
When he arrived he was very serious and we went to work on our project right away. In spite his attempts to remain aloof he chuckled when I told a few lame jokes and he responded with a bunch of awful puns. In no time we were back to being friends again and laughing together. We were done with our work in about an hour and he started gathering his things. He commented, "I don't know what you meant by needing my help with your portion. You've done a lot of work and it was perfect. We'll get an 'A' for sure. I better be going now. I'll see you in class tomorrow."
I couldn't let him leave just yet. I had to see if all was forgiven. I said, "It's great working with you and being with you. Can we go out Friday night?"
That sound you just heard was a combination of the temperature dropping and my hopes crashing. He scowled and answered, "I don't think that's a good idea. Maybe we ought to stay just friends and nothing else."
The same sadness I saw in him last Monday reappeared as tried to hide his feeling in sarcasm. "Besides, you're very attractive and sometimes downright sexy. I might find it difficult to keep my hands off you and I don't need any more bruises on my face."
I tried to hold his hand as I said, "I'd like to talk to you about that."
He pulled away and said, " My mother is in the same book club so I knew your aunt wouldn't be home tonight. I had a feeling you might want to do more than work on our report and was hoping you wouldn't. I gave you the benefit of the doubt and it looks like I was wrong. I don't want to talk about what happened. Thanks for the soda. I'll be going now."
I had hoped we could get back together without following all of Aunt Margaret's advice but .
I pleaded, "Wait please. I'll be right back."
I ran to my room and changed clothes. He was impatiently standing at the door but I took his notebooks and put them on the dining room table. Then I pulled out one of the chairs and turned it away from the table. I asked him to sit and listen for a few minutes. Then he could leave if he wanted to.
He planted himself with a sigh of resignation and I stood next to him. I asked if he recognized the outfit I was wearing. He snorted, "Yeah. I've seen it before. So what?"
When I told him they were the same clothes I wore on our last date he looked upset and started to rise. Aunt Margaret had told me some of the ways I could control the spanking but I didn't think that meant I'd have to force him to do it. I pushed him back down and asked if he remembered what he said to me before he drove off.
His voice said "No." but his blush told me a different story. He knew exactly what I was talking about but didn't want to bring it out in the open. Aunt Margaret made it sound so simple. All I had to do was mention spanking and he would take me over his lap and do it. Alas, life is not that simple. What was it going to take to get him to spank me? Well, if he wasn't going to say it, I would. This was going to be humiliating but I didn't see that I had much choice. As boldly as I could while shaking in my shoes I said, "Let me refresh your memory. The exact words were, 'What you need is a good spanking and I'd love to be there when you get it.' Remember now?"
He mumbled something about being upset and started to say he was sorry but I stopped him. "You don't need to apologize. I'm not angry and neither was my Aunt Margaret when I told her what you said."
He looked shocked but I quickly continued before he could say anything and I ran out of courage. "Don't worry, she wasn't mad at you. In fact, she agreed with you on both counts. That I needed a good spanking and that you should be there when it happened."
I could see the same confusion in him that I felt when Aunt Margaret and I started our little talk. I had to make my intentions very clear. "We had a long discussion about it and ."
My voice faltered and I looked at him. His blush was getting brighter and I know my face was red too. In some ways it was a comfort to know that the embarrassment of this conversation was being shared by Bryan and me but the humiliation of the next few sentences and what I planned to do was mine alone. This was the going to be the test of my resolve and I was scared. In retrospect I'm not sure if I was scared about letting him spank me or that he would storm out of the house. The worst case scenario was that he would laugh at me and tell everyone about my perverted request. I took a deep breath and continued, "And, to make a long story short, I agree with you too. When I said I needed your assistance with my end I wasn't talking about the project. I was talking about this end."
I quickly lay across his lap with that 'end' uppermost. Before he could respond I said, "I was wearing these clothes when I slapped you and it's appropriate that I wear them when I get spanked for acting the way I did."
Oh my gosh, I meant to say, "punished for acting the way I did," not "spanked". Was he going to think I'm some kind of sexual deviant that likes to be spanked? I held my breath. He didn't push me off which I took as a good sign but he didn't speak either. It took at least a full minute before he did anything. The wait was agonizing. At last he put his hand on my back. Not enough to hold me down but it gave me the message that he wanted me to stay where I was. I also felt the first twitch of something underneath me as he asked, "Do you really want me to do this?"
I couldn't remember all the words Aunt Margaret and I came up with during our practice session but the concept was firmly established in my mind. What's more, the word 'spanking' no longer frightened me. It was the best word to describe what I wanted him to do. I said, "Yes. What I did was wrong and I need to be spanked for it. Lift my skirt and spank me."
Oops. Were we supposed to get the skirt out of the way so soon? Wasn't he going to swat my bottom over it first? Oh well, what's done was done or was being done. I felt his hand leave my back and then the hem of the skirt moving up. We got this part right. He lifted it very slowly and I didn't have to make believe I was nervous and quivering as more and more of me met his gaze. Aunt Margaret was also correct in saying how sexy this would be. I had to keep reminding myself to keep my legs together or he would touch me where I was beginning to want him to touch me.
I noticed a change in his breathing about the same time I felt cool air against my panties. What was I supposed to next? Oh, move a little. Why did she say to do that? Oh, yes. It was a magnet and I remembered just before he put his hand on my bottom. Don't gasp. A soft moan. Oh, it felt so good. I wanted him to stay there for hours but I was supposed to remind him to spank me. That wasn't necessary. After only a few gentle rubs his hand landed just as it was supposed to. Not too hard but enough that it startled me so my sweet feminine grunt was purely involuntarily. I was having some difficulty with my lines but I managed to let him know I felt each one without being too obvious. That's when I made my mistake. I tried saying, "Ouch!"
He stopped and said, "I'm sorry, did that hurt?"
This possibility hadn't occurred to Aunt Margaret or me. I was on my own. I responded the wrong way. "A little, but it's supposed to. I'm getting a spanking to learn a lesson in manners and it should be one I remember."
What was wrong with that you ask? The problem was that I was a little too encouraging. He said, "Right. I almost forgot. How about these?"
Forget about controlling the force of his swats. He went directly to hard and fast. A dozen or so real stingers landed in a flurry and set my rear end on fire. I barely caught my breath when he stopped and then I was in for another surprise. All that work Aunt Margaret and I spent on coming up with the best way to get him to take my panties off was wasted. He had them halfway down my legs before I knew what was happening. The realization that my current mode of dress increased the vulnerability of my stinging bottom occurred immediately as his hand landed even harder.
It hurt but not so much that I wanted it to stop. During the role playing spanking that Aunt Margaret gave me I learned that it may be painful on one level but there's more to the experience than just that. Even during a hard spanking like the one I was presently receiving. If I was over Mom's lap getting punished I would be hating every minute but each swat got me closer to what I was feeling when I had used my new vibrator that night. The heat had spread so it was the best solo orgasm I ever had. I could feel something growing under me that was going to be even better than some buzzing plastic toy. Part of me wanted him to stop so we could become better connected but the major stockholders in this enterprise were almost enjoying suffering delightfully and being made to wait.
I concentrated on keeping my hands out of the way but the movement of his target as he continued to spank me was beyond my control. I'm sure it was a provocative sight as it wriggled and bounced and got redder by the second. One thing I was proud of was having the presence of mind to get rid of my panties. I made it seem like an accident and nothing more than an inadvertent side effect during the normal but uncontrollable 'kicking your legs while getting a good spanking' action.
I remember saying to myself. "I can take a few more swats like this and then I'll roll off his lap." I never got the chance. He gave me one more very hard spank and then rested his hand on my bottom. He rubbed gently as he was saying, "I hope you learned your lesson. I enjoyed giving it to you."
He next sentence showed me how effective my charade to get my panties off really was. He said, "If you wanted me to take off your panties you only had to ask, but I didn't mind watching you try to get them off while I was spanking you."
Well, so much for subtlety and during my attempts to get rid of my panties I'm sure he saw a lot more through my wide open legs. In fact, that's where he moved his attention. I also became very aware of a steel rod poking into me as his hand slipped between my thighs and touched me. He said, "I assume you want me to do this or am I going to get slapped across the face again?"
The 'this' he was talking about was his finger playing with my 'special button' and sliding in and out of a well lubricated entrance. My head was spinning but I was able to answer his questions, albeit in reverse order. "No I'm not going to slap you and Yes I want you to do that."
I couldn't see his face but I felt his smile as he spoke. "In that case it's a good thing those panties went flying. But you won't have to do that again. You'll take them off before you ask me spank you next time. But for now, I want to see everything."
I stood on shaky legs as he quickly removed my blouse and bra. He put his hands on my breasts and said, "So these are the lovely things that caused so much trouble."
I wanted to melt in his touch but I stepped back. "Wait. You said you wanted to see all of me." My skirt had returned to its original place but it was only a second later that it was crumpled at my feet and I stood for his perusal. I think he liked what he saw. I know I liked showing him.
He took my hand and I was in an erotic daze as he led me down the hall. He asked which room was mine and I must've pointed to the right one because that's where we ended up. I aimed myself towards the bed while he got undressed. He dug in his wallet and produced a rubber in an old package. He cursed. "Darn, I've had this for years. I finally get a chance to use it and the wrapper is torn. Look at this."
The condom was dried out and unusable. Thanks to Aunt Margaret, I was able to provide a new one and just as she said, he loved it when I knelt before him to put it on. We lay on the bed together and he put his hand back on my breast but only for a moment. As Aunt Margaret predicted, further foreplay was not on either of our minds. My mentor told me about the 'moment of discomfort' during his first slow and gentle insertion so I was prepared for it. Just like she said, it was only a moment and I was dying to have him in me. After that barrier was gone, my sore and happy rear end was pushed into the mattress again and again. It was great!
He was a real gentleman. He helped me change the sheets and seemed pleased that I had been a virgin. He said, "So was I. I'm glad we could both find out how much fun this is together."
That got him a deep kiss and we climbed back into bed for some snuggles until he said it was time for him to go home. We got up and before we knew it, we were in each other's arms and hugging and kissing and touching and wondering if we could use the same rubber twice. That's when I remembered Aunt Margaret's stock in her bedside table. I ran to get one and decided to get a couple.
We made love again and this time he spent a long time on 'those things that caused all the trouble'. He drove me crazy until I was able to wrap myself around him for the second time that night. His next attempt to leave was just as unsuccessful. At leaving that is. It was very successful in other ways.
And that's how we worked on our report and cleared the air over the last date but there's a little more to my story. I stayed nude as I walked him to the door. He gave me the sweetest kiss and asked me if I wanted to go to the movies with him on Friday night. After I accepted I asked, "Does this mean all is forgiven?"
He put his hand to his chin and thought for a moment. "If you mean, 'Has this naughty girl been punished sufficiently for her actions last weekend?' the answer is Yes. But if you mean, 'Has this naughty girl been punished for telling me that her aunt would be home tonight? The answer is No. Come with me."
He had me put on my skirt and blouse with no bra or panties. I may have appeared to be decently clothed on the outside but on the inside I felt extremely naked. He ran his hand over my blouse and then under the skirt to hold my bare rear end as he said, "My folks are going out of town this weekend and I have the place to myself. After the movie we'll go there and this is all you're going to wear when you ask me to spank you for lying."
I purred as he gave the area in question a soft squeeze and said, "But I'll be lying when you spank me. Across your lap that is."
I ran to my room and returned with yet another condom. I knelt in front of him and opened his zipper. Sure enough, he was hard again and as I encased it in rubber I said, "And this is all you'll be wearing after spanking me."
It seemed a shame to waste a perfectly good condom so we went at it again, this time semi- clothed although somewhere along the line my blouse was unbuttoned. A half-hour later I was almost too exhausted to walk to the door with him. He wasn't too energetic either as he zipped himself up and said, "You're fantastic but I'd really better leave. Your aunt will be furious if she knew what we did."
I laughed and said, "I don't think so. She knew I was going to ask you to spank me and she not only endorsed that idea, she expected us to end up in bed. I've told you. She's pretty cool."
He shook his head in disbelief and said, "In that case, do you think she'd be upset if you stayed with me Friday night? We could spend all day Saturday together too."
I said, "I'll ask her but that will just be a formality. You better get a lot of rubbers."
He assured me he would buy plenty and gave me a good-bye kiss. My bed seemed lonely but my hands stroked the areas where he had kissed and fondled. They also strayed to the site of my former virginity which had such a good time with something big and hard slamming into it. Just before I fell asleep I rolled over and put a hand on my bottom. The soreness was gone but I could still feel the lingering residual effect of his spanking. I smiled as I thought about the next time his hand turned my bottom bright red. "Only two more days till Friday."
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