From adultarc@tommys.spydernet.com Fri Apr 18 10:50:15 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-dc-26.sprintlink.net!news-east.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!sprint!news-pull.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!news-pen-15.sprintlink.net!myriad!mail From: adultarc@tommys.spydernet.com Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Spanking f/f (BnD) Date: 18 Apr 1997 10:50:15 -0400 Organization: Mail to Usenet Gateway Lines: 486 Message-ID: <416999893@f26.n340.z1.ftn> Apparently-To: alt.sex.stories@mail2news.alias.net To: alt.sex.stories@mail2news.alias.net X-FTN-Sender: "adultarc@tommys.spydernet.com" X-FTN-FLAGS: PVT TRN X-FTN-Tearline: NaNoSPaM+ 0.05 X-FTN-Via: Squish/386 1.11 1:340/303, Fri Apr 18 1997 at 10:27 UTC The THC Adult Text Archive: LSO.TXT (470 lines) Please do not allow anyone under 18 to read the contents of this message. Note: I did not write any of these stories. They are being posted from the archive as a public service only - any copyrights belong to the authors. See the footer for important information. ========================================================================== LSO by ls Marsha hurried the last few steps to the waiting elevator car, and squeezed inside. Dressed in a conservative business suit, she looked like any other harried business women scurrying to her next appointment. Only she could fathom the faint flush on her cheeks, only she knew of the fine red stripes painted on her luscious bottom, covered now by a thin veil of sheer nylon. Of course she could be flushed by a brisk run to her next meeting, but what of the stiffness trying to poke through her blouse? Marsha was contented with her special secret, only her close friends or lovers would ever see the magnificent backside with its crimson blush and stripped motif. Only a few moments before, Marsha had been enduring a brisk session dominated by the leather tawse and a thin whipping rod fashioned of bamboo. Marsha had arrived at the appointed time and place to be greeted by a statuesque redhead ready to mete out the business of the day. Her name was Catherine, and she let Marsha know she liked to disipline shapely young women like Marsha. First came the disrobing portion of the mornings festivities. Marsha was instructed to remove her jacket and blouse, which she did without hesitation, leaving her modeling a breathtaking decollete bra in sheer white with delicate french lace. Catherine then led Marsha through a series of poses while she snapped a few photos to record the mornings session. Soon the pleated skirt followed the jacket and blouse. More pictures followed, then the dainty half slip was slipped off revealing the sheer panties which went with the bra. Marshas legs were well tanned this time of year so she wore no hose, and she had on a pair of red heels. Marsha was instructed to carefully fold her clothes and place it on the desk in the outer office, which she did quickly. Upon finishing that task Catherine had Marsha pose for some more pictures, "Cup your breasts," click, "Stroke your thighs, click, click, "Turn around," click, "Spread your legs," click, "Bend over," click, "Sit in the chair," click, "Cross your legs," click, "Stand,turn, put your right foot up on the chair," click, "Stroke the crotch of your panties," click, "Again," click, "Again," click, "Once more," click, "Now slip a hand inside," click, click, click, These preliminaries served to warm up both participants for the coming session. "Enough pictures for now," Catherine announced, "Come with me". Catherine led the way into the inner office, a richly appointed executive suite where many a young lady had tasted the kiss of leather. The first order of business was to fit Marsha with a set of wristlets and anklets. Catherine applied the leather straps to Marshas limbs then had her sit on the stool in front of the office desk. Next a metal spreader bar was passed under the stool and Marshas ankles were secured to it, leaving her legs nicely parted and bent back at the knees. A second bar was passed under the seat of the stool and Marshas wrists were attached to it. This bondage left Marsha sitting on the edge of the stool with her legs spread and her arms pulled back exposing her breasts to full frontal review. Catherine paused to admire her handiwork, and to snap a few more pictures. Marsha was then made to accept a red ball gag which Catherine pulled tightly into place Marsha looked simply ravishing in her predicament, and extremely vulnerable, a point of fact which was not at all lost on Catherine. Slipping behind her trussed charge Catherine exploited the situation by indulging in a session of breast massage to which Marsha was not entirely adversly predisposed. Catherine cupped the firm breasts in their lace confinement, gently she massaged the prizes noting the stiffness present even under the fabric of Marshas bra. Deftly she slipped her fingers under the shoulder straps and lifted slightly. Marshas breasts bobbed gently in their piquant covering. To Marsha the temperature seemed to soar as she endured an intensive manipulation. Her nipples, rock stiff now, tried to poke thru the sheer fabric, presenting inviting targets for pinching and pulling, which Catherine wasted little in doing. Marsha moaned and squirmed against her bondage and gaggage but the relentless attack continued unabated. Catherine paused and took a moment to pull up a chair in front of Marsha. Sitting down, Catherine told Marsha, "I'am going to make you cum sweetheart,". Marshas eyes widened as Catherine reached out and slipped a finger under the legband of her panties. Marsha tried to pull away but she did little but to heighten the stimulation presented by the probing digit. Catherine teased her unmercifully, tugging on the white nylon panties, soon Marsha was fully enraptured by her intimate quest, sensing her growing pleasure, Catherine broke off the probing to let Marsha cool down a little. Catherine sat back and surveyed her handiwork, Marsha was quite excited but firmly restrained. Perhaps a bit of visual stimulation would be in order she thought. Although she was older than Marsha, Catherine too had a stunning figure, and she intended to tease her young guest with all her feminine charms. Crossing her legs brought Marshas gaze towards one of the intended targets, as her long dark sheathed thighs became more visible. Catherine slowly rubbbed the tops of her thighs, pushing the hem of her short skirt higher and higher. Soon Marsha could see a hint of the pink panties her teacher was wearing. Clearly she was interested as her transfixed gaze let on. Catherine paused to recross her legs and in so doing gave Marsha a quick but full view of her panty covered crotch. Quickly Catherine smoothed her skirt, and the brief show was over. Marshas gaze followed to Catherines busy hands as she began to unbotton her blouse. Slowly Catherine undid each button, starting at the bottom and working upward. Catherine was quite careful not to expose anything underneath, merely unbuttoning her garment. Marshas own breasts were neatly trussed up in white lace, she could not help but wonder what Catherine wore under her blouse. Marsha did not have long to wait; Catherine stood up briskly and her unbottoned blouse parted. Marsha briefly saw a well filled pink demi-bra, dark aureoles faintly visible thru the taut fabric. Marsha watched as Catherine turned and strolled into the outer office. A short while later she returned, the blouse was gone, she had also changed into a short leather miniskirt which accentuated her stunning figure. Catherine was brandishing a wispy leather riding crop about eighteen inchs long; Marshas eyes widened as she realized it was meant for her. Catherine sat down in front of her trussed guest, smiling wickedly as she drew the crop through her fingers, playing with the dual leather flaps on its end. Reaching out with her free hand she quickly pinched each protruding nipple through the thin bra. Marsha could hardly stand it anymore as she moaned and squirmed precariously on her perch. It began slowly, light delicate strokes of the crop were applied lovingly to Marshas pert breasts, each taking an equal number of strokes. The bulging orbs bounced and jiggled in their lacy sling as the leather beat out a methodical rhythm. Marshas eyes began to gloss over, her rock hard nipples were like exposed nerve endings. Marsha endured an extended session as Catherine expertly wielded the leather crop, each stroke landing on a sheathed nipple with a crisp thwack. If Catherine kept this up Marsha would certainly cum. The crop kept raining down,on each nipple in turn, until each had received fifty swats. Marshas eyes were glassy, her panties growing warm and moist. Soon the scene changed. Marsha was released from her bonds and allowed to stand although her wrists were restrained behind her back with a short spreader bar. The ball gag was replaced with a menacing penis gag, much to Marshas chagrin. Catherine now used the crop on Marshas thighs and buttocks to heighten the excitement. Standing next to the seated Catherine. one foot up on the stool, Marsha took along series of strokes from the crop, maintaining her balance as best she could manage. The thin pliant crop wrapped nicely around the firm lace covered bottom, the leather tip slapping with a crisp clean sound. Every five strokes or so, Catherine would have Marsha shift her feet and change the angle of attack. Eventually Marshas upper thighs and the tightly stretched crotch of the nylon panties were targets for the taking. Marsha faced the seated Catherine nearly head on, her pert breasts again thrust out, and her crotch cruelly exposed to access by the lithe crop. Catherine brandished the sleek staff and then gently drew up between Marshas spread legs. Marsha trembled, yet relished the sensation of the punishment tool as it caressed her throbbing mound. It was soon apparent to Marsha that Catherine was enjoying the session as much as she was. Catherines tits filled the pink bra quite nicely, and a stiff pair of nipples were readily visible under the gossamer fabric. As Marshas own crotch was being caressed by the crop, Catherine pinched and pulled her own nipples into stately attention through the sheer bra. Marshas crotch needed attention and Catherine knew it. Sharply the crop was drawn up between the spread thighs slapping against the white lace panties, making a clean snapping sound against the bulging mound. Whap, whap, whap, Catherine pounded out a wickedly erotic rhthym. Marsha shook with each stroke, on the verge of climax. Catherine applied the crop carefully so that Marsha could get a superior sensation, not a brutish beating. The strokes were halted when Marsha had trouble keeping her balance on one leg. Catherine stood up and took time to steady Marsha, having her sit on the stool again. Catherine spent the next several minutes explaining that she had merely been warmed up for the real thing which Catherine would be administering shortly. "We'll start with the tawse, my pet," Catherine announced, "Fifty strokes, panties down." Marshas eyes widened as the program was announced. "If you wish you can rid yourself of the gag, but you must wear nipple clamps instead," Catherine continued, "Is that acceptable?" Marsha nodded agreement wishing to rid herself of the foul gag. "Very well," Catherine replied, "I'll be right back." Catherine returned shortly with the necessary implements. Quickly the nipple clamps were applied right over the bra. Marsha was allowed to stand and her bound hands released, but only briefly. Catherine escorted the willing Marsha to the armchair behind the desk. Marsha was made to kneel in the leather chair, her ankles were fixed to a spreader bar,and her wrists were reattached to the short bar after it was passed under the arms of the chair. Marsha was nicely posed for the spanking which would shortly begin. Catherine removed the gag and allowed Marsha freedom to speak again. "Oh please, oh please," Marsha blurted out, "I'am so hot." Catherine cautioned her to keep it down or she would again be gagged. Marsha complied as best she could under the circumstances. Marshas nipples ached with pleasure from the clamps, and she squirmed against the confining bondage, she really desired sensuous stimulation and Catherine was more than happy to ablige her guest. Catherine stood behind Marsha and lovingly stroked her thighs and ran her hands all over Marshas tight panties. Marsha could barely stand it as her temperature soared. "What you need young lady is a good long session with the tawse," Catherine said matter of factly. "Oh, I'll be good," Marsha promised wiggling her bottom seductively. "Thats right," Catherine replied, "I'll see that you take it like a lady." Catherine laid the tawse across the small of Marshas back and proceeded to take some more photos of the soon to be spanked young Marsha. Catherine announced the rest of the mornings agenda before beginning. After the tawse Marsha bare breasts would be whipped with the crop, and if she was good Catherine would treat her to a session with an oriental spanking implement known as the Shrieking Butterfly, as many strokes as it takes to make you cum Catherine added dryly. Marsha promised good behaviour as she awaited the strap. "Let's begin," Catherine said as she slid behind the chair placing her hands on Marshas hips. Deftly Catherine slipped her fingers into the waistband of Marshas panties and gently tugged them off the upturned bottom. Marsha moaned out softly as she craned her head around to watch the coming assault. Catherine picked up the tawse and brandished it about as she turned and stepped away from the chair. "Are we ready," she asked , turning to face the chair. "Yes," Marsha said softly. "Yes what?" Catherine demanded. "Yes please," Marsha blurted out recognizing her faux pas. "Very well," Catherine replied, stepping toward the chair swinging the tawse at arms length, bringing the split leather strap down across Marshas inviting target. Smack! Marsha trembled as the tawse caressed her bare ass. "Oh,oh," Marsha moaned out softly. Methodically Catherine strode past the chair again and again, laying the strap on Marshas wiggling bottom on each pass. After ten strokes Catherine paused , "That's a good start," she said, moving around in front of the chair. Marshas eyes were drawn to Catherine as she stood before her, tawse in hand, her gaze gravitated to the well filled bra. Marsha watched as Catherine bent over slightly, accentuating her daring cleavage. Smiling Catherine whispered, "There's time for that later." Catherine drew up close. Marshas head was in close proximity to Catherines well filled bra, and she purposely taunted her by rubbing the bulging cups up against Marshas chin. Standing close Catherine again brought the tawse to bear on the exposed derriere. Yielding the tawse over the top she stroked the wiggling Marsha. As the strokes rained down Marsha nuzzled the straining bra. Marshas attentions were exciting Catherine, she began to hike her skirt up with one hand as the other applied the tawse. After another twenty strokes Marshas cheeks were glowing nicely. Catherine took up position to the rear, sitting on the top of the desk, her skirt hiked well up for a pleasing effect. Marshas panties, streched between her thighs made a nice contrast with her nicely reddened ass. "Count down the strokes," Catherine commanded briskly," slapping the tawse against her left palm. "Yes maam," Marsha replied meekly. Catherine unfurled the strap briskly landing it across the crimsom cheeks, "Twenty," Smack, "Nineteen,"Smack, "Eighteen," Smack, "Seventeen,", Marsha called off the stokes dutifully as Catherine neatly applied the tawse. Marsha was trembling visibly as the final stroke landed home. Catherine was quite satisfied with her handiwork so far, as Marsha had been expertly strapped, but the best was yet to come. Catherine returned to the front of the chair. Marsha was all eyes as Catherine stood before her, hands on hips. Slowly she reached up and cupped her bulging pink bra, fingering her pouting nipples through the sheer fabric. Marsha wondered what was to happen but she did not have to wait long. Deftly Catherine shrugged the shoulder straps down, and rolled the edge of the cups under to expose her stiff nipples and refitted the straps. Her sweet nipples jutted out proudly. "I want you to use your tonque, my dear," Catherine said stepping up close to Marsha. Dutifully Marsha complied, her hot tonque snaked out to meet the stiff nipples. Gently she tonqued the twins, giving Catherine great pleasure. "Oh, oh, very nice," she whispered softly, clearly enjoying the oral stimulation. Catherine returned the favor by searching out Marshas spread thighs. Gently Catherine stroked the moist mound, but only briefly, not wanting to key off a quick cum. Marshas mentor looked devine, stiff nipples glistening in the subdued light. Sensing the moment, Catherine proceeded to take some more photos, this time with a tripod and timer so she could display her trainee. One pose was particularly engrossing, Catherine to the rear, one foot up on the chair, panties exposed under the short skirt, bra filled to overflow, tawse in hand, over looking a trussed Marsha with panties lowered, the exposed cheeks with a nice crimson flush. Now it was time to make good on her promise to warm up Marshas breasts again. As was with the tawse, this time it would be on bare skin. Marshas wrists were released from the bar and refixed to it behind her back. The ball gag was reintroduced to a somewhat hesitant mouth, and the nipple clamps were removed. Standing behind Marsha, Catherine cupped the firm breasts, slowly tugging the white straps down off Marshas shoulders allowing her to pull the cups off exposing the magnificent breasts, the nipples at full attention. Marshas exposed breasts presented an easy target for the crop. Catherine picked up the lithe leather implement and drew it across Marshas stiff nipples briskly. Marshas breasts bounced and jiggled nicely with each stroke. Marshas bulging checks were clearly flushed with the passion of the moment, and as the fourteenth swat hit home, her knees quaked and Catherine knew she had reached her first cum, as the rippling pelvic muscles signalled. Being a most gracious host, Catherine did not stop at one, another thirty easy swats brought on number two, along with a glossy sheen on Marshas mons. Marshalling over Marsha like this made Catherine extremely heady with desire herself, as the moist patch in her own panties would well attest. But the finale was as yet unfinished, and she would just have to wait her turn. Pausing briefly, Catherine refitted Marshas bra much like her own with the nipples exposed, and pulled up her panties. Once more the crop started its erotic dance across Marshas stiff nipples, the leather snapping them again and again. This time a whopping sixty-seven swats were required before Marsha erupted in her third convulsive climax. Catherine allowed Marsha to cool down for awhile before the grand finale. Marsha was released from her position on the chair and allowed to stand. Smartly Catherine removed Marshas panties and threw them on the chair, she would not be needing them for awhile. Her ankles her again secured to a spreader bar as the preparation for the final treatment continued. Marshas wrists received similiar treatment. To complete the bondage an ajustable link was fixed to the two spreaders and set make Marsha assume a nice position bent slightly at the waist. Again she was posed for spanking, her nipples exposed and panties removed. Marsha stood helpless before Catherine, prepped to receive the Shrieking Butterfly. Not a normal birch rod or cane, this was special asian import handcrafted of bamboo and silk thread. Its special attractiveness was its wicked pronged tip. Three thin bamboo and silk wings were grafted to the thin whippy split bamboo shaft. One could with the proper twist of the wrist just before impact, cause the wings to unfold and flutter against the rush of air, thereby separating and applying three nicely spaced light welts about three inchs long. To make it work properly it had to be whipped through the air with very high speed, resulting in the most delightfully scary sound, but delivering a most easily acceptable result. A plump bottom could easily take a hundred strokes. It usually took only ten to make a properly prepped recipient cum, mostly from the furious sound and the apprehension it caused the recipient. But skill was needed, if the wrist was not turned properly, blood would be drawn instead of the desired thin red stripes. Catherine was well versed in its use, there would be no mistakes. Catherine slashed the rod through the air several times to limber up her arm. Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh. Marshas eyes filled with concern; this part might not be so much fun afterall, but she was in no position to backout now, in fact she was backing into it, and quite provacatively. Catherine pulled the stool up behind the stooping Marsha and prepared to begin the caning. Catherine took position slighty to the left of her luscious target, one leg up on the stool, drawing back the rod for its first stroke. A loud shrieking whoosh was followed by the crisp report of the expertly wielded tool. Marshas heart jumped at the sound, but she recovered somewhat as she absorbed the triple tip of the rod, giving her a quite sensuous sensation as three thin red stripes were drawn across her bare backside. After three strokes, she was beginning to feel the arousal, her slighty wilted nipples hardening with each turn of the rod. Again and again the rod sang out, connecting neatly on Marshas plump checks, now crisscrossed with thin red lines. Catherine let each stroke soak in for several seconds, heightening the erotic effect for Marsha. After a dozen Marsha was again trembling in the knees, clearly approaching another peak. Catherine was enjoying the show and took time to massage her own exposed nipples as she meted out the strokes. After four or five more Marsha began the telltale pelvic contractions, Catherine kept up the assault, giving Marsha another eight or ten strokes before the movement subsided. Marshas bottom was flushed and crisscrossed with thin red lines from the rod, Catherine took time to gently caress the warmed cheeks as Marsha recovered from the stimulating action. As this spanking session was drawing to a close Catherine snapped a few more photos for the record. Marsha was released from her bonds and Catherine led her into a bout of mutual gratification. Unencumbered by the gag allowed Marsha and Catherine to join in a long sensuous kiss, their tonques mingling wildly as the girls fondled each others partially exposed breasts. Catherine had yet to get her share of satisfaction, and she was getting hotter by the moment. Breaking off the kiss she whispered to Marsha, "Take off my skirt." Marsha obliged the request as she reached around and pulled the short side zipper down then slowly worked the leather skirt down off Catherines hips. Marshas attentions turned to Catherines well filled panties, as she massaged the shapely bottom. Marsha tried to slip the sheer pink garment down Catherines hips but her hostess admonished her, "Slow down," then she gently coaxed Marsha to kneel in front of her. "Use your tonque," Catherine whispered, as she pulled Marsha into position to service her pouting mound. Marsha went to work snaking her wet tonque all over the thin crotch of Catherines panties. While Marsha teased, Catherine shed her bra, letting her sumpsuous breasts spring free. Catherine let Marsha work her over for awhile then she moved to the stool. Catherine assumed a kneeling position on the stool and had Marsha pinch her nipples, getting her really worked up. The end game was soon begun, Catherine bade Marsha to lower her panties, which she quickly did. Catherine then bent over dropping her hands to the floor, her moist inviting pussy was wantonly exposed as her ass juted up in the air. Marsha attacked the target from the rear, with the weapon of choice, the tonque. Like a heat seeking missile it found its mark, soon it was darting across a stiff clitoris, Catherine was wiggling wildly, several moments later Catherine shuttered in a roaring climax. Regaining her composure, Catherine said softly, "Let's call it a day." Marsha concurred. After a few moments the ladies helped each other get dressed, stuffing their excited flesh back into the dainty lingerie. Marshas bottom was fading nicely now, resuming its normal temperature, although the red sheen and stripes would linger for a few hours longer. Before they left, the girls freshened and straightened the office to its former state. Bidding a warm farewell, the ladies parted, closing out another working session of the Ladies Spanking Order. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sorry, no requests for reposts, missing parts, GIFs, FTP sites, etc. can be honored. If you find getting stories from this newsgroup inconvenient, the archive is available on disk. Send a blank email to adultarc@tommys.spydernet.com for more information. Authors wishing to have files added to or removed from the THC Public archive should contact me at: tommy@tommys.spydernet.com. Please refer comments to alt.sex.stories.d or to e-mail. 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