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Chapter 2 - Discussions
The next day I noticed the way she sat down. It was subtle and I don't think anyone else realized that she was still physically aware of Uncle Jim's visit the day before. There really wasn't a good time to speak to her privately until we were on our way to my house to do our homework. I said, "How are you feeling."
She snapped, "What are you talking about? I feel fine."
I assumed her answer was her way of saying that she didn't want to talk about what happened and I dropped the subject. In fact, except for talking about homework, all conversation between us pretty much came to a halt. During the next few days she seemed to be avoiding me at school. There were times when I knew she was looking at me with an odd expression on her face but when I looked back she quickly turned her head away. Nevertheless, we still did our schoolwork together but things had changed. Rather than sitting next to me she moved to the other side of the table. If she had to come near me she was very uneasy. Almost as if she was afraid I would follow Uncle Jim's example and pull her over my knees. I wanted to reassure her but since the subject was out of bounds I said nothing. My hopes to have her for a romantic girlfriend were fading fast. When we were done on Friday her mother asked, "Will we see you at Jim's tomorrow?"
I looked at Sarah for some kind of sign and as usual she was ignoring me so I answered, "No, I have other plans but thank him for the invitation. I better go now. Bye."
The woman's face showed surprise and I thought I heard a small gasp from Sarah but I didn't look at her. I just turned away, went out the door and ran all the way home.
The next afternoon I was feeling pretty low and downright sorry for myself when my mother came into my room. "There's someone downstairs to see you. I've never seen a man so large."
Uncle Jim was in my living room and greeted me cordially. Once again my hand was entirely engulfed in his bear sized paw but there was nothing like the subtly implied threat of last time. He said, "What's this I hear that you don't want to sample my gourmet cooking? Is there a problem between you and Sarah?"
I didn't know what to say at first especially to him but there was something about this gentle giant that was almost calming The only time I had ever met him before was when he punished Sarah but I couldn't hold it against him. It was obvious he was just doing what he thought was the right thing and hated it as much as she did. I was strange but I felt comfortable enough to confide in him and poured my heart out. "I think whatever Sarah and I had is gone. We used to laugh and act silly with each other when we did our homework. Now it's all business. She may talk to me but I don't think she likes me anymore. We both know she doesn't need me to help her study and I'm beginning to think I should just try and forget her."
He listened patiently till I was finished then he asked, "Do you suppose it has something to do with what happened a few days ago?"
I shook my head. "I'm not sure. I hope this wasn't the wrong thing to do but after you left I held her and let her cry on my shoulder."
Uncle Jim smiled. "I was hoping you'd do that for her. Usually I do what I can to comfort her but I had to leave."
I continued, "That funny thing is that after she stopped crying she kissed me. The very next day whatever affection she felt for me was gone. I told you that I think she's special and she is but if she doesn't want me around I understand."
He put his hand on my shoulder. "I think you're wrong on both counts. What happened the day I was there was very embarrassing. I expect that she's probably still a little humiliated that you saw it and finds it awkward to be with you. Give her a little time and she'll be back to her old self soon enough. I've heard Sarah talk about you a lot. If you think she only does her work with you for good grades you dumber than I thought. She really likes you. As far as joining us tonight I think you'd be a fool not to. I probably shouldn't tell you this but from what I hear Sarah ran to her room in tears after you left their house yesterday. Besides, I was counting on you to help grill the steaks."
I could argue that I didn't storm out of her house, I just left before I started crying but I kept that information to myself. As to my ability to grill steaks, that was my father's venue and I was still untested and more to the point, untrained in the art. I explained this last part to him and he just laughed. "Son, the ability to cook meat on an outside grill is instinctive in every man. You'll do fine."
A little later Sarah and her mom were surprised to see me. I explained that I was able to change my plans but I don't think they heard me. They were too busy laughing at the apron Uncle Jim lent me which was large enough to wrap completely around me twice. Sarah actually smiled and reached for my hand. The two adults wisely left us alone and before I could say anything she was in my arms. She whispered, "Thank you for being here. I was afraid I'd lost you. I'm sorry. I can't explain it, at least not here, but thanks for not giving up on me."
Then we had our first kiss. I mean our first real kiss, not a little peck on the cheek but lips to lips and a little tongue wrestling. It was a good thing I had two layers of apron to hide the effect that kiss had on me. The rest of the evening was wonderful.
A few days later we went to my house to do our homework. We really didn't have that much to do so we were finished in less than half an hour. She seemed a little tense as she was putting her books in order. I asked if something was wrong and she hesitated before answering. During that brief silence I had the fleeting thought that she contemplating another spanking but decided against mentioning it. It turns out I was right but not in the way I assumed but I'm getting ahead of myself. When she finally spoke she said, "I need to talk to you about something. It has to do with why I was avoiding you last week."
I should mention that when we go to her place her mother is usually bustling about close enough to hear us but my Mom has an office on the second floor and at the other end of the house. She's always there and well out of earshot. That fact hadn't been important before but now it allowed us to say things that we didn't want our parents to hear
I reached across the table to hold her hand as she continued, "Do you remember the spanking I got from Uncle Jim?"
How could I forget it? It had spawned a new favorite fantasy but I wasn't about to tell her that so I just nodded. Then she asked, "So what did you think of it?"
Maybe the subject wasn't as taboo as I thought it was. I said, "It looked like it really hurt. I'm glad it wasn't me getting it."
She pouted playfully, "Does that mean you were glad that it was my bottom on the receiving end?"
I fumbled, "No, not a bit. I didn't like seeing you hurting like that either. I wanted him to stop but there was nothing I could do. I noticed that you were still a little uncomfortable when you sat down the next day."
She shrugged, "One thing I can say about Uncle Jim's spankings. They're made to last. Luckily for me I got to eat supper standing up. Usually I'm not allowed such privileges but Mom felt sorry for me because I got it with you watching. I guess I have to add that to the list of good things about getting spanked with you there. Even so, my bottom was still sore for quite a while."
Then she asked, "Tell me, when you were watching me get spanked did you find any of it exciting? I mean in a sexual way."
My brain shouted, "DANGER, DANGER, PROCEED WITH CAUTION. THIN ICE AHEAD." My mouth said, "What do you mean? How could I feel that way while watching you get punished?"
She grinned. "Oh I just thought I saw you cross your legs a few times. The way guys do when they're trying to hide something. Do you think we don't know what's happening? You might as well hold up a sign that says 'Hey Girls, I have an erection.' But back to my question. Do you think it would be sexy to spank a girl?"
I took a firm stance on the subject. "I don't know. I guess it might be."
She looked down at the table and quietly asked, "Would you like to spank me?"
I momentarily sidestepped her question by tossing it back to her. "Would you want me to?"
She quickly answered, "Of course not."
Her response was a little too quick. Add that to her slight flush and the way she avoided my eyes and I had a feeling she wasn't being entirely truthful. I spoke softly and went out on a limb. "Yes, I'd like to but I wouldn't do it quite as hard as he did."
As I told you, this was a new fantasy for me but I'd spent plenty of time on it during the last few days. I added, "First I'd caress you through your panties. Then I'd only spank you a little before gently rubbing your bottom to soothe it."
Oops, she didn't say anything and I was afraid I had let my imagination go too far and the silence roared. At last she almost whispered an unusual question. "You mean you would you leave my panties on? Uncle Jim says a proper spanking has to be on the bare bottom."
I replied, "This wouldn't be like one of his. It wouldn't be to punish you for anything. However, I agree in principle. After a while I would pull them down and repeat the process of gentle swats and caressing with the added enjoyment of seeing your rear end in its natural glory."
Another enticing question followed. "Would you just pull them down or take them off completely?"
She was getting to the heart of my fantasy. "I would take your pants off of you before you went over my lap so the panties could be removed after the first part."
She smiled seductively. "Why?"
My breaths were getting more frequent also. "I wouldn't want anything to keep you from opening your legs. My touching you would go beyond just the area I'm swatting."
She seemed to be breathing a little heavier. "What about the paddle?"
I shook my head, "No paddle. Only my hand and your bottom."
Her face fell and she said, "Oh."
I couldn't believe it but she sounded disappointed. However, that gave me the opportunity to pass the buck to her. "You've been thinking about this also, haven't you?"
She shyly nodded and I probed, "Is that why you were avoiding me last week?"
She started to blush and silently acknowledged my assumption. I asked her to tell me about it and the blush deepened. At last she said, "That night, after Uncle Jim's visit I lay in my bed thinking about it. I was still sore and terribly embarrassed that you had seen it but then, and this is going to sound weird, I thought of what it would've been like if you were doing it and not Uncle Jim. Do I have to tell you this?"
A number of answers raced through my brain. I could say no and show her I was a nice guy but I really wanted to hear about it. Or I could let it be her decision and say, "If you want to." but she might decide against it and I'm back to the previous answer. I considered reminding her of the trouble she caused by ignoring me for a few days but that didn't compare to the pain she received from Uncle Jim. Then it dawned on me that we were talking about her getting a spanking from me, albeit a fantasy one. Therefore, it wouldn't do for me to be wishy-washy so I simply said, "Yes."
Apparently she accepted my authority in this matter and continued her narrative. "At first it was just the idea that I was over your lap and my first response was total humiliation. I tried to get that image out of my head. Then something changed. It was still embarrassing to be like that with you and especially with my bare, um, I mean since I'm not fully clothed but in an odd way I found it exciting. I never thought of spanking as something sexy before. Then I felt ashamed of myself for thinking about something like that. When I saw you the next day I couldn't look at you without those visions returning. I was sure you could tell what I was thinking or that I would say something that would give you a clue about my perversion. Sitting alone with you doing homework was the worst. Every time I moved to your side of the table I wanted to pull your chair back and go over your lap. It was driving me crazy but there was no way I could tell you. Everything fell apart Friday when you stormed out of the house. I was so glad that you changed your mind and when I kissed you at Uncle Jim's I felt your reaction through the apron. That's when I remembered seeing you trying to hide your erection when Uncle Jim spanked me."
I started to apologize but she stopped me. "Don't. I also remembered that you weren't aroused by the time I got the paddle so I figured that you got excited about spanking but didn't want to really hurt me. What you said a little while ago convinced me. Can you believe we both have the same fantasy?"
I could not only believe it, this was a dream come true. I said, "Now you've got my curiosity aroused. How did you see it happening? I mean, how did we do it?"
She blushed a little more. "It's not very imaginative. It's pretty much like the way Uncle Jim spanks me. I stand next to you and unsnap my jeans. Then I let them slide down my legs very slowly and stand waiting for you to tell me to continue. You look at me for a long time before saying I should take down my panties. I'm a bit reluctant and want to delay the spanking so I take as long as possible inching them down."
For a not very imaginative fantasy spanking she was doing an outstanding job of describing the preparations. My curiosity wasn't the only thing getting aroused. She continued, "When I go over your lap I can feel that you are excited and part of me is glad you like what you see although I'm embarrassed to have you see it. Then you start spanking me."
I interrupted, "Am I spanking you hard?"
She shrugged, "I guess so. It's difficult to imagine pain but in my fantasy you make me fairly sore if you know what I mean. Then you tell me it's time for the paddle."
This surprised me. Why would she imagine that I would use the paddle? I asked her and she blushed even more. "It's not the paddle per se. It's the fact that I have to get into position for it. Unlike Uncle Jim you make me take my pants off so I can spread my legs very wide. Anything that you didn't see before is now very exposed. The paddling itself is kind of a blur and I usually skip that part but then our fantasies coincide. You run your hand all over my rear end and then [insert embarrassed pause here] elsewhere. That's about the time I [another embarrassed pause with considerable blushing] I stop imagining."
What could I say? How about nothing for the moment. Instead I stood up. My reaction to our conversation was obvious and I walked around the table to her. I held out my hand and she rose to meet my lips but not without staring at the extra bump in my pants. She felt it as she pushed against me during the kiss and I encouraged that action by squeezing the adorable rear end which had been the focus of our dialogue.
Unfortunately, we heard my mother coming down the stairs and we had to return to our respective seats but the way we looked at each other kept my excitement level very high.
Over the next few weeks we did more of that kissing stuff and one thing that changed was our homework routine. We were as studious as ever at her house but when we were at mine we rushed through whatever we had to do and would use the extra time for some good old-fashioned making out. Because of the necessity to untangle ourselves if interrupted our clothes stayed on but that did not inhibit us (primarily me) from exploring the various bumps and curves that I found so enticing. We also spent a lot of time reviewing and expanding on our mutual fantasy regarding spanking. I won't go into detail but there were many wonderful (and a few discarded) variations discussed. For example, when I started touching her breasts we agreed that she would strip entirely for her 'paddling'. The other noteworthy modification was that she wanted me to be more forceful. The playful swat and rubbing I started with gave way to descriptions of how I would do it harder. She hinted at that from the first when she said my hand spanking left her 'fairly sore'. Now she wanted to hear how I would slam my hand onto her and make her jump with each one. At first I was uncomfortable with the idea of actually hurting her but if she wanted me to make it a more genuine spanking, who was I to speak against it? Besides, it was just a fantasy and would never actually happen.
Who was I kidding? I couldn't wait to do it for real. We moved closer to that goal when we were actually doing real schoolwork and she came to my side of the table for something. She forgot her pencil and had to reach for it. In doing so she was bent over the table with her rear end right where my hand could get to it. She had done that before and giggled as I grabbed and squeezed but this time I just had to give it a swat. She put her chest on the table to make her bottom more accessible and whispered, "Harder."
I listened carefully for maternal footsteps and then complied with Sarah's wish. I slammed my palm onto her and just about moved the table. She emitted a quiet but noticeable grunt and the sound of the slap seemed to reverberate around the room. When she stood up she bent over to give me a kiss and whispered, "When you spank me do it like that."
Those words established the fact that our fantasy was going to be played out sometime in the future. The only thing we needed was a suitable opportunity. It changed the way we talked about it. Our sharing of ideas for how she should be spanked had gotten pretty outlandish from time to time but now it was more subdued. Instead we focused on realistic goals.
Of course, we had to practice for it. The first time she went over my knees I was in heaven. Even with her clothes on it was wonderful to have that bottom raised and under my hand. After a few minutes she giggled and asked, "When we actually do this are you going to spend this long just playing with it?"
I gave her a little swat and said, "Not quite as long but I won't want to rush anything either. Don't worry, I'll put some sting into your rear end and then soothe it quite a few times. But for now, I'll just enjoy the moment. Do you mind?"
She purred, "Not at all. This is really different from Uncle Jim's lap and he never put his hand there."
I'll let you figure out where "there" was.
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