sincerely yours  

sexyasianangel70 39F
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5/31/2006 5:47 pm
sincerely yours

ve been going out with Derek for over three years now ‒ we met in college and he’s such a total commitment-phobe that once I pledged never to bring up marriage and I have managed to honor my word. Besides, I’m not really sure that I’d want to get married ‒ we met at a really awkward age to start a serious relationship. We mostly get along, though we do have our moments ‒ moments where I’m sure we’re both wondering why in hell we have kept this relationship together for so long.

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, we were at his place, I was napping on his bed as he worked on designing some animation thing on his computer. He’s not a computer nerd ‒ he’s just good at everything, which I sometimes find very annoying. The only thing he’s not good at is romance. The sex is good, but that’s all he’s interested in ‒ sex. I myself have a rather active imagination, and I wouldn’t mind throwing a little extra in there occasionally. Nothing too intense, but a little bit of role-playing, a few scarves tied to bedposts, that kind of thing. I have not yet come out and told Derek that I’m interested in that kind of thing, but the few times I’ve hinted it to him, he’s acted dumb as a post and not caught on in the slightest.

So it’s Sunday. I’m dozing on the bed, and he’s working away at the laptop. The bedroom door opens and in walks his best friend, Keith. Now I am totally against cheating, but I am a flirt ‒ I can’t help it. I have been known on occasion to flirt with Keith, even though he is Derek’s best friend. This is not wrong ‒ in the first place, because I flirt with everyone, in the second place, because Keith flirts with everyone, and in the third place, because we do it right in front of Derek and he doesn’t seem to notice. And if he notices, he doesn’t care, which means to me that it’s not wrong.

Keith and Derek always seem energized by each other, like just having another man around raises the testosterone in the room by about 400%. They grunt and make disgusting wisecracks and talk about computers and sports and making money and I just lie around. In this instance, Derek actually abandoned his computer and came over to the bed, where he half-curled up with me as Keith sat in the computer chair. My shoulder was aching and I stretched out in front of Derek to encourage him to massage it. He jokingly gave me a thump on the ass, which I ignored, and then half-heartedly massaged my ailing shoulder. He and Keith joked around and I tried to tune them out, thinking instead about what I would have for dinner.
Suddenly I felt a hard slap on my butt. I knew it was Keith, and I squealed and laughed and swatted at him. Before I could scare him off, though, he repeated the gesture. I kicked him away and he went back to the computer. Derek’s hand still rubbed my shoulder, and I lay back over his legs and closed my eyes, trying to hide the fact that my brain was exploding in thrills from Keith’s touch. I savored the feeling as he and Derek made more manly talk and then Derek remembered that he had to drop something by his friend’s house. He asked me if I wanted to go, but I didn’t ‒ as he rolled me off of him, I nestled beneath a blanket and closed my eyes. I waited for the two of them to go off and leave me alone ‒ I had plans for a little self-pleasuring session ‒ but then I heard Keith say, “No, man, I’ll stay here and work on this.”

Derek gave me a quick kiss on the forehead and headed out, closing the door behind him to keep his irritating roommate, who idolized Keith, out of the room.

I tried to close my eyes and sleep, but knowing that Keith was sitting there at the computer only put my mind into fantasy mode. I nestled further into the covers and tried to think up something delicious. Ironically, I don’t feel guilty going around and flirting with men, but I do feel guilty pulling them into my fantasies. Maybe I should try to fantasize about Derek, but knowing that he’d never buy into any of my steamy little scenes is sort of a turn-off. At the same time, I try to avoid envisioning anything too scandalous with people I come into contact with regularly. A bit too real even for me. And I must say in my own defense that if I do happen to be alone and acting out my part in these scenarios by frantically grinding myself into the bed, I always try to bring it around to Derek for the climax. See? I’m not such a bad girlfriend, after all.

I couldn’t concentrate, though, much as I tried ‒ my visions left me cold. I’m nearly always submissive in these fantasies ‒ don’t ask me why, since I have always been the empowered, go-getter type female that I am. But nothing is more romantic to me than the idea of being tied to the bedposts and taken. Except that today I couldn’t keep my mind on that ‒ my thoughts kept wandering back to the delicious glow that I imagined still warmed my butt.

I reached over to my cup by the bed to get a drink of water, but it was empty. I got up and headed to the bathroom sink, conveniently adjoining the bedroom, when, smack, I felt another glowing slap on my ass. I turned around to face Keith, probably grinning like some sort of monkey, unable to conceal my pleasure.

“Why do you keep doing that?” I asked, moving past him to the bathroom.

“You know you like it,” he said, smiling at the computer screen. I smiled and shook my head as I made my way back to the bed.

I made sure to keep a wide berth as I passed him, but he didn’t even look up at me. I admit that I was a bit disappointed that our play had to end like this.

“You’d better watch out,” I said, crawling back under the covers, “because one of these times when you don’t expect it. . .”

“What’s that?” he asked, in a voice that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. “You shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep.”

“What makes you think I can’t keep my promise?” I asked. “You bring it on, and see if you don’t get taught a lesson.”

He stopped looking at the computer and instead looked at me. Our eyes met, and I felt and saw a flash in his that made me feel almost shaky inside. I hadn’t felt this way for a long time. I knew I was treading on dangerous ground here. I think he knew it, too.

There was a knock on the door.

“Hey, guys?” It was Eddie, Derek’s roommate. “I’m going out to get some food, you want anything?”

Still Keith’s eyes were locked on mine. “No, thanks, buddy,” Keith said, and Eddie said good-bye. I heard the front door lock behind him.

“What was that you were saying?” Keith asked me, his voice low.

I looked at him, decided that it was time to give up. “I don’t remember saying anything,” I said simply, and turned my back on him. I closed my eyes and began to piece together a fantasy with all of this fantastic new material. My insides were positively sparkling.

Suddenly the covers were pulled off of me and my hands were pinned down to the bed. I looked up in surprise to see Keith hovering over me. Keith is about 6’3”, and built solidly. He’s much stronger than Derek, who at 6 feet even is big enough to overpower me.

I looked up at Keith in shock, but I knew him better than to be scared. He wouldn’t hurt a fly. I stuck my tongue out at him.

“Excuse me,” I said pointedly, “you’re disturbing my nap.”

“Excuse me, you’re disturbing my nap,” he mocked, still holding my hands down. I tried to bring my legs up to kick him, but he set one knee down over my thighs and I was locked into place.

Oh, my. I felt my libido rush back into my body as my fantasy began to take shape.

“You’re a bad girl,” he said, looking down at me.

“Sorry,” I said easily.

“Not good enough,” he said. “Not good enough at all.”

Suddenly he had climbed off of me and swung his legs over the side of the bed and pulled me over with him.
“What are you doing?” I asked, this time the breath knocked out of me.

But it soon became obvious what he was doing. His feet rested on the floor and he hauled me across his lap, pinning me down with one arm. I struggled and squirmed but wasn’t able to budge.

“Excuse me, Keith,” I said. “I’d like to take back whatever it was I said that brought this on, please.”

He laughed but didn’t move. “I think that in the name of decency we’ll leave the pants up for this. You are my best friend’s girlfriend, after all.”

“What are you talking about?” I asked, but before he could answer, I felt a tremendous blow to my ass.

“Ouch!” I cried out, all the while (I must admit) savoring the sting.

“You want to count these?” he asked, and I took a chance.

“No, I like it,” I said, sounding obnoxious, I’m sure.

“Maybe you do now,” he said. “But tell me that again in five minutes.”

He planted another hefty smack on my ass.

“Count, please,” he said.

“That’s two,” I said, relenting. What the hell was he doing? This was crossing some line or another, I was sure. But I couldn’t help it. It was too delicious. I felt myself growing warm and wet as he hit me for the third time.

“Three,” I said.

“Three what?” Keith asked.

“Three. . . spankings?” I ventured.

Smack.

“Four.”

“Four what?”

“Four spankings.”

“Wrong,” he said, and smack.

“Ow,” I said suddenly. That last one hurt.

“Five,” he prompted. “Would you like another?”

“Am I supposed to say that?” I asked in disbelief. Somehow it sounded a lot sillier in real life than it did in my sexy little daydreams.

Smack, smack. Two in quick succession.

“Six.”

“Six what?”

“Six. . . may I have another?”

“Certainly,” he said, sounding satisfied, and planted another resounding thwack on my reddening ass.

“Seven. . .” I said uncertainly.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“I think that one hurt a little.”

“How about this one?”

Smack.

“Or this?”

Thwack.

“Ow!” I cried, annoyed into indignance. “That will be all, please.”

“I don’t think so. I think you were up to seven.”

“But that’s more than seven!” I protested. “Anyway, let me go!”

Smack.

“Ow!”

“Seven,” he said.

The warm glow had turned into a sharp sting that intensified every time he laid his hand down. He was strong, and the blows seemed to be getting harder. It was probably my imagination.

Smack.

“Seven,” he said calmly.

“Eight! Nine, ten!” I said.

“Ready for number seven?” he asked. “Seems we’re kind of stuck here.”

“Jesus, Keith, come on, let me go!”

“Jules,” he said firmly, in a tone of voice that was suddenly much more serious than I expected it to be.

I paused, anticipating another smack. “Seven,” I said haltingly. “May I have another?”

And another I got, with a smack and a sting that brought tears to my eyes.

“Eight, may I have another,” I said weakly.

“Very nice, sweetheart,” he said. “Do you understand what’s happening here?”

“No,” I said, shaking my head.

“You’re too much of a God-damned flirt,” he said.

Smack.

The force of the blow was nothing compared to the sting of his criticism.

“Nine,” I whispered. “May I have another?”

Smack.

“Ten. May I have another. . .?”

“In a second. You know, I see that you mean it innocently, but things started innocently can end dangerously. I know my friend Derek loves you, and I know you love him, but you’re such an incessant flirt that it’s going to get you into trouble someday.”

This kind of took all of the fire out of me and I saw how right he was.

“If you don’t want to be with him, don’t be with him, but don’t stick with him and be so openly disrespectful.”

Smack.

“Eleven,” I whispered. Tears streamed from my eyes. “May I have another?”

Smack.

“Twelve, may I have another?”

He hesitated. “Are you crying?”

I thought about denying it, but then decided that there was no use in trying to preserve my pride in front of someone who had me slung over his knee and was administering strict spankings.

“Yes,” I admitted.

“Good,” he said, sounding both glad and more gentle. “You can stop counting, but I’m going to try to drive the point home, do you understand?”

“Yes,” I sniffled.

“Do you agree?”

“Yes,” I replied.
“Good, Julia. I’m proud of you.”

Smack. Again and again his hand fell on my poor rear, and soon I was crying openly. I was terribly grateful to Keith for appearing not to notice or hold it against me. In fact, I felt compassion coming from him, even though his hand continued to strike mercilessly.

After a few minutes and countless more spankings, he suddenly stopped. He picked me up in his arms and set me down on the bed. My ass was really sore, and the pressure of lying on it made it worse, but I didn’t think it would be a good idea to move after Keith had set me down that way. He went to the bathroom and brought back a wet washcloth, which he used to wipe the tears from my face. He leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.

“That was good,” he said. “You took that well.”

I half-laughed, but I was pretty embarrassed so it was probably half sob, too. “Do you do that to all the girls?” I asked.

He nodded. “I’ve been known to administer a bit of discipline if the situation calls for it.”

I looked at him in surprise. “You’re kidding, right?”

He shook his head. “Only a few times, to the serious girlfriends ‒ and never did I ambush them, like I did to you. But you’re different ‒ you’re a little more headstrong and who knows what you would have done to get out of it if I’d warned you?”

Nothing, I thought. I probably could have used it for about fifty fantasies.

But I didn’t feel the way I thought I would after being thoroughly spanked. Maybe because of the moral lesson that went along with it, but I felt shyer, and quiet, and though I felt the heat and the moist glow between my legs, I didn’t really want to be tied to the bedposts and spanked again, nor was I in the mood for some down-and-dirty sex. I turned my face into the pillow as Keith pushed the hair gently away from my face. It was wet with tears, and he tenderly made sure all of the strands were pushed away.

“You’re a really special girl,” he said softly.

I felt that he might have said more, if the door hadn’t opened. Keith sat up like a shot and I started thinking desperately of stories to explain why I was crying.

Derek walked toward the bed.

“Are you all right?” he asked me, sounding concerned but not overly so.

“I’m okay, honey,” I said. Keith stood up and gave Derek a thump on the arm.

“I guess I’ll be seeing you,” Keith said to Derek.

Derek nodded, sat down next to me, ran his hand through my hair.

“Wait a second, Keith,” he said. “How did she like it?”

I stared up at him, stunned. Keith, at the door, looked at me for a moment, and his gaze was cautious.

“She took it like a man,” he said.

“Did you?” Derek said, looking back at me. I could only stare at him. He glanced back up at Keith. “Thanks, buddy. I’ll take it from here.”

Keith waved and didn’t look at me again as he pulled the door shut behind him.

I didn’t look up at Derek, who sat, his hand still stroking my forehead.

“Well, Julia,” he said simply, and leaned down to kiss me. It was a more passionate kiss than we’d shared in a long time, and I felt myself arch up off the bed to join him.

I didn’t say a word as he pulled my shirt up over my head and unbuttoned my pants. He helped me kick the pants off, but the shirt he pulled up to my wrists and then wrapped tightly around them. Holding my bound hands over my head, he unhooked my bra and leaned down to kiss me again.

“Learn anything?” he asked me, pulling away.

I nodded.

“From now on,” he said, “I’ll do that when I feel it’s necessary. What do you think?”

I couldn’t help it. I looked up into his eyes and let the words escape from my lips in a whispered sigh.

“Whatever you think is best, sir.”

He pounced on me and we enjoyed some delicious sex. Now I take care that his face is the only one in my fantasies, from start to finish. And as for flirting. . . I’m trying to cut down, but one of these times I’m going to get caught. . . which I don’t necessarily think would be all that bad.


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