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Debbie’s Retribution
By: Northern Flicker (leading_edge41@hotmail.com)RETRIBUTION. Definition: [n] a justly deserved penalty …..(often accompanied by)…….
SPANKING. Definition: [n] the act of slapping the bare buttocks, often as an act of punishment for having been naughty, and intended to elicit sexual arousal prior to giving a good fucking
I didn’t go back to sleep after Debbie’s early morning return and her revelation about her night of raw sex at the hands of old ‘acquaintances’. (please read Debbie’s Revelation). I wasn’t angry over what had happened because she had been open with me but it was troubling that she had been taken advantage of once again.
But there was something else about it for me. Her story of what had happened, being tied to a bed, sex with another woman, experiencing anal sex for the first time, and the overall sexual experience, was for me extremely arousing and I wondered how I would follow up on it all. I decided I would take a new tack with her, to start out with something new and see how it would go from there. Reinforcing a little guilt within her would certainly help the process.
She slept soundly through the morning and well into the late afternoon. Finally I heard her get out of bed and go into the bathroom to shower and do her other ‘girl things’. As I sat on the couch in the living room I wondered how she would act when she came into the room where I was waiting. She had been completely distraught when she had arrived home after her experience and very concerned about my reaction to what had happened. But she had also revealed to me that, in spite of now despising the couple that had set her up, she had in fact enjoyed the experience.
When she came into the room where I was waiting she at first avoided looking at me and stood quietly a few metres away. She was dressed in a way that she knew I enjoyed, a short loose fitting summer skirt and a blouse that buttoned up the front. The smooth form of her beautiful full breasts were obvious through the thin material as she wasn’t wearing a bra, which surprised me as she wasn’t in the habit of doing that. In fact she never dressed without one and certainly would never consider going out of the house without one, a remnant of her puritanical past. I immediately planned on changing that.
I stood up and walked over to her and took her in my arms, holding her close to me. You’re looking very nice Debbie. I felt the tension leave her and she moulded herself to me.
We stood that way for a while then she whispered, Thank you, and tilted her face up to me. I could see the relief in her expression.
Releasing her I turned and without saying anything more sat down again on the couch and looked at her standing there waiting for me to speak.
How were you expecting me to react to what happened to you last night? Did you really think I would be angry with you? I asked her.
I didn’t know. Thank you again for hugging me just now and not being angry.
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I’m not angry with you Debbie. I’m not quite sure how I do feel though. You’ve crossed a line in a way that bothers me. We’ve progressed so far together, not just with our feelings towards each other but also in bed, with our sex. We still have a lot to explore with each others’ bodies, but you took something away from me last night by heading down an unexplored road on your own.I’m so sorry darling. You can’t know how badly I feel just now. I just don’t know what to do. I don’t know how I can make up for this.
I could see that she was heading towards tears and I didn’t want that as I find her tears difficult to handle. You have to understand that what you did is upsetting to me and I’m not sure how to deal with it either.
I guess a start is for me to recognise that you do feel badly. But I’d like to hear it from you that what you did was wrong.
It was wrong. Please believe me darling. I know it was very wrong.
And what about your comment that, in spite of your feelings now about those people that used you, ultimately you had enjoyed the experience?
She gave a little exasperated sort of shrug and said, I guess all that I can say is that I was overwhelmed by it all. It was so intense and so unexpected.
You know, I don’t mind that you had sex with another woman. Not at all. In fact it intrigues me. I’m not too happy that you had sex with another man though. Remember a moment ago when I said that you had taken something away from me? Debbie, I had wanted to be the first that you had anal sex with. It was something I was slowly working towards. This may sound strange to you, but for me it was going to be a kind of way that I would have been able to take your virginity.
I would have dearly loved to have been the first to take your true virginity, to have been the first to have fucked you, but that wasn’t to be as that happened a long time ago in another life for you, so introducing you to anal sex would have given me a little something to replace that.
Again she hung her head and almost whispered, I didn’t know.
You agreed that what you did was wrong. Do you think that you deserve some sort of punishment for having done this? For having been bad? For being naughty?
I could see that my choice of words was confusing to her. Saying ‘naughty’ somehow took away some of the severity of calling for punishment.
Lifting her face towards me again she said, I don’t know what you have in mind, but, yes, I have to make up for this somehow.
I want to hear you say that you’ve been naughty and deserve to be punished for it.
She looked down at her feet and said in a soft, almost trembling voice, I shouldn’t have done what I did. It was the wrong thing to do. I was naughty and I think I should be punished for it.
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I’m glad you’ve said that. Now, I want you to unbutton your blouse. I don’t want you to pull it out of the waistband of your skirt. Just unbutton it down to the waistband so that I can see your breasts and that they remain exposed. OK?Quietly she said, Alright, and slowly followed my instructions. She looked up at me a couple of times as she worked the buttons loose and there was uncertainty written all over her face. Over the time we had been together she had learned to become very good at teasing me by slowly undressing for me, and whether she did it consciously now or not I don’t know, but it was sexy as hell and I could feel my cock getting hard. When she had finished unbuttoning she pulled the blouse open so that it was held apart against the sides of her breasts.
Now I want you to remove your panties. Just your panties.
Not your skirt.
She lifted the sides of her skirt and slowly slid her panties down over her thighs and past her knees, where she let them drop to her ankles. She took a small step sideways, stepping out of them, leaving them on the floor. I let her stand that way for a minute, not saying anything, and as I ran my eyes over her I could see that her nipples had hardened.
What are you going to do?, she finally asked.
When was the last time you were spanked?
The colour drained from her face then returned a moment later with a flush. Spanked? Not since I was a little girl, and then with a pleading, slightly trembling tone in her voice followed up with, You’re not going to spank me are you?
There was worry and disbelief on her face now.
You said that you had been naughty and that you deserved to be punished. I think that this is the right thing to do. I think that being naughty calls for me to spank your bare ass.
No, please don’t. Please. Please. I don’t want that. I don’t ……. Her voice trailed off to nothing and she stood there with her head hanging, reconciling within herself that she was actually going to be spanked.
I stood up and took off my pants and my partly hard cock hung low between my legs. Sitting down again I directed her, Come over here and lie across my knee.
She slowly came over to me and I could see that there were a few tears running down her flushed cheeks.
I had spread my legs so that when she leaned over and lowered herself across me her legs straddled my left knee. Her left leg was positioned down between mine. I reached over and pulled her right leg up onto the couch for her to support herself on. This, in effect, spread her legs nicely. Half of her upper body lay along the couch with her left arm supporting herself with her hand on the floor. Her other hand was holding on to the arm of the couch.
Her left breast hung free. Her breathing was rapid and shallow in anticipation of what was coming.
I wasn’t going to suddenly launch into a series of spanks as I wanted the experience to be drawn out, and above all else I wanted the experience to be a combination of light stinging pain and pleasure. I didn’t know how she would react to the sting of the slaps but I certainly knew how she had always responded to well placed caresses and probes. I ran my hand up the back of her thighs, feeling their softness and slowly and softly caressing them. Eventually my hand slipped under her skirt and I caressed the bare cheeks of her ass. By this time my cock had become rock hard and was pushing against her belly.
With both hands I took the hem of her skirt and pulled it slowly up above her waist exposing the smooth globes of her ever-so-inviting ass. My positioning of her with my knee between her legs had exactly the effect I had hoped for. Her legs were spread, the cheeks of her ass were very slightly apart, and her pussy was completely exposed.
I ran both of my hands up and down the backs of her thighs and over her ass cheeks repeatedly and finally concentrated on kneading her cheeks in a massaging manner. I could feel that she had relaxed a little and while I continued the massage with one hand I ran the other down the crack of her ass and over her exposed pussy. As I gently rubbed it I slipped a finger between her cunt lips and felt with satisfaction that she was becoming wet.
Now was the time for the punishment portion of her experience to begin. I raised my hand and brought it down against one of her cheeks.
It wasn’t overly hard but it produced a loud ‘smack’ and the flesh of her ass quivered slightly with the shock. At the same moment she let out a shriek, her body jerked and she brought her hand up from the floor and covered her ass with it. I grabbed her wrist and held it, telling her, You’re being punished because you were naughty. Don’t forget that. Every time you struggle like this I’ll add two spanks to your punishment. Is that clear?
She replied with a whining, whimpering, Yes. I won’t do it again.
The cheek of her ass that I had slapped already had a bright red hand print glowing from it and I thought that spanking her other cheek immediately would reinforce my direction concerning her struggling. I brought my hand down with a loud ‘smack’ and while she jumped she didn’t struggle. She just let out a high pitched yelp.
Reaching across and under her I cupped her breast in my hand and gently massaged it. After a few moments I took her nipple between my thumb and forefinger and pinched it hard, knowing the stimulating effect it has on her. She groaned, as I knew she would. Removing my hand from her breast I resumed rubbing her ass and eventually ran my hand down over her pussy. It was now becoming very wet and I slipped two fingers between her lips and played lightly with her clit, eliciting a moan from her.
A moment later I smacked both cheeks of her ass in rapid succession and she expelled her breath with a deep groan.
Her ass was now glowing as I massaged it. Her breathing had now become deep and fast and when I pushed two fingers deep into her cunt she groaned loudly and started moving her hips around.
A total of six more spanks, interspersed with caresses, pinching her nipple, and rubbing her clit had obviously brought her to a high state of arousal and I decided to end her punishment. It was time for a reward.
Have you had enough?
With a deep, panting voice she replied, Yes. Oh yes. Please don’t spank me any more.
If you’re naughty again you’ll get the same treatment. Do you understand?
I understand. I’ve been a naughty girl and deserve to be spanked anytime I’m ever naughty again.
It was more than I could have hoped to hear from her. The implication in what she had just said was that there would be more ‘naughty’ in the future. I had enjoyed the experience of spanking her immensely. I couldn’t be more aroused, and I felt that it was the same for her.
Good! Now get off my knee before I spank you some more.
As she struggled up I stood up with her then grabbed her by the arm and pushed her down onto the couch on her back.
I stood above her with a string of pre-cum hanging from my hard cock.
She looked at it. Oh god. Please fuck me now. Fuck me !! and she pulled her skirt above her waist, spreading her legs wide exposing her soaking pussy. She moved her hands over her breasts and started pinching and pulling her nipples, repeatedly telling me to Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Please fuck me with that big hard cock of yours. Now! Please fuck me hard. Hurt me!
I lowered myself onto her and plunged my cock deep inside her with one thrust. A long deep groan came from her as she arched her head back and wrapped her legs around me. I started fucking her hard and fast and after only a few strokes she came, violently and with a scream.
I lay on top of her for a long time listening to her breathing slow down, my cock still hard and deep inside her.
Eventually she said, I thought you wanted to fuck me up the ass.
That’s going to have to wait until later. I pulled out of her and got up. Go and freshen up because we’re going out now.
Going out? Now? Alright, but give me time to change first.
No. You’re going out exactly as you are right now.
But I’m not fully dressed!
My bra. My panties.
Exactly as you are and don’t argue about it or I’ll put you over my knee again.
After a long pause she said, I’m… I’m not sure I can do this, go out dressed like this I mean, but I’ll try… for you. And then she looked at me with an intense look and said, And is that a promise about putting me over your knee again?
She got up and started to prepare to go out.
