Few
girls air their most personal fantasies. Shannon
though, had just the one teensy weensy daydream.
To be tied-up and spanked soundly! Just eighteen
now, she most certainly had the body for it.
Barely five-two from the soles of her remarkably
pretty little feet to the part in her mop of
curly light-brown hair, she weighed-in at no
more than a hundred and twelve pounds. Anyone
in the market for an ultimately cute teenager
with probably the most appealing lips, breasts
and silhouette this side of Aphrodite herself,
would assuredly need to be taking a number.
Not just a pretty face, she had worked hard
in her last years at school to score big-time
in those final exams. This by necessity had
meant just the occasional boyfriend and the
even more occasional night out. She may have
still been a virgin but played host nevertheless
to the same hormones on active standby as most
any other school-girl.
What boys were denied, her own fingers were
free to pursue - and most nights unquestionably
DID. It was at such intimate moments the spectre
of being tied-up and left helpless infiltrated
her naughty little musings.
Todd had been in love with Shannon since her
sophomore year. Something less than a forceful
personality, he had watched with aching ventricular
distress as a veritable procession of 'hulks'
had offered their dubious chaperoning duties,
the majority of whom had earned short-shift
from the blue-eyed academic who, if nothing
else, knew her own mind and was not about to
be pressured into any short-term relationship
just for the sake of the visuals.
High-school politics and student cliques had
never been Shannon's thing. Having regarded
Todd as little more than a confidante during
the intervening years, she had agreed finally
to a one-off date - maybe to defer the rigors
of Purgatory at some later stage. She was after
all, a good Catholic girl! As it turned out
she discovered she could have done way worse
- had in fact in dates gone by.
Over a period of some six and a half weeks she
found herself in fully unchartered territory
- head over heels in love. Todd was smiling,
his fortunes had turned a complete one-eighty.
It was almost enough to make him join the local
Bible society!
Just a fortnight before Shannon was to attend
her first semester at College, they had decided
to spend a romantic weekend at a mountain retreat.
Todd's father, a man of kindly disposition,
had slipped his son a couple of hundred-dollar
bills as they left for the car.
"Take real good care of her son,"
he called after him, "She's an angel."
The entire journey, Todd found himself trying
to repress images that his genteel up-bringing
had no part in creating. Images as far removed
from his established lifestyle as might be imagined.
Shannon sat beside him looking out at the forested
landscape in transit, holding his hand and as
content in the world she inhabited as might
be an oyster ensconced in its new shell.
Swinging off the exit road and into the guests'
allocated parking area immediately fronting
the gothic edifice that was the 'Grand Victoria'
they got out of the car and stretched. Todd
flipped the trunk release and Shannon tugged
out her overnight bag before reaching further
in to retrieve her boyfriend's snap-lock. Pushing
past her with uncharacteristic abruptness, he
muttered, "I'll get that Shannon!"
She caught what she interpreted as momentary
panic in his voice.
The young desk-clerk lifted his head to attend
to the approaching guests. Somewhere though,
between his pre-rehearsed welcome speech and
their arrival at the reception desk, his vocal
chords suffered a major operational relapse.
Perhaps it was the arrival of the best-looking
girl he had ever seen. Maybe it was the brevity
of that tight little skirt which was suddenly
displayed in all its curvaceous limitations
as she bent over quite innocently, to retrieve
the clutch bag she had dropped. Even taking
into account the tasteful nature of the blouse
she was wearing, everything beneath was somewhat
clearly outlined and despite the fact she needed
only a modest-sized bra for her age, push-ups
can do wonders and sufficient of her cleavage
was still visible let's say, to give Pamela
Anderson a decent run for her money.
"I, er-that is to say 'The Grand Victoria'
welcomes you folks," he stammered, trying
to look anywhere but into those depressingly
unavailable pretty blue eyes. "You have
a booking?" he enquired of Todd, who was
already filling out a registration form and
fully aware of the effect Shannon was having
on the man.
In possession of their electronic keys, they
took the elevator to the third floor where adjacent
suites 306 and 308 awaited their temporary residents.
Todd had been hoping for a shared suite, but
one glance at Shannon's father had eliminated
that little possibility, let alone any hope
of his being able to persuade Shannon herself.
Even his own father had said to him "Just
behave son, you know what we expect of you!"
As it was getting on for 7pm, they decided to
have dinner at Cavaliers restaurant on the ground
floor then maybe watching a movie upstairs together.
With sight-seeing planned for the following
day, a real late night was not called for. Barely
twenty and not yet with the poise and worldliness
of an older man, Todd raised the waiter's eyebrow
by enquiring as to whether the Atlantic Salmon
came with chips or not. Shannon erred on the
side of caution and simply ordered a Beef Stroganoff.
When Todd requested a wine-list the waiter's
smirk intensified.
"And you both have ID, yes?" he muttered
deadpan.
The view down the young girl's top from where
he was standing, really did compensate for his
mediocre salary. Sipping her champagne, she
could feel the hot flush spreading across her
face. She felt delicious. Todd smiled at her.
What he was imagining would have had Shannon's
parents sprinting down to the local courthouse,
organizing an AVO to be served on her companion.
Ensuring that the wine flowed in anything but
moderation, Todd was heartened by the fact that
Shannon's giggles were now punctuated by the
odd slurred word. That he loved her was in no
doubt - who in their right mind could not? That
he desired a taste of the outr? in terms of
amorous inclination towards his wholly innocent
partner was almost understandable. The fact
is, if either party had been privy to the other's
secret thoughts, they might have taken their
leave of Cavaliers earlier. Back in 308, Shannon
sank into the plush chair, while Todd fiddled
about with the remote trying to locate the main
menu.
"World Trade Center" or "Talladega
Nights" Shan?" he asked.
"Whatever," she replied, kicking her
heels off. "Think maybe I need a coffee
actually."
She couldn't repress a further bout of girlish
laughter.
"What you need is another glass of champagne
sexy features," Todd grinned.
He already had the cork off the courtesy bottle
in the fridge and was pouring them a glass each.
"Do you really think I'm sexy?" she
giggled, looking up at him coquettishly. Todd
was having a hard time, not to put too fine
a point on it.
"Nooo," she cried out as he handed
her a three-quarter filled wine-glass. "I've
had way more than I should Todd. Are you trying
to get me drunk or something?"
"Frankly - yeah," he confessed, "And
yes, I do think you're sexy Shannon. God, if
only you knew..." his voice trailed off.
"Knew what?" she asked, taking the
glass from his hand with no further verbal resistance.
"Never mind," Todd muttered. "You
wouldn't wanna know."
"Try me," she volunteered, "I
am an adult now, right?"
"That you are Shannon," he replied,
quaffing a healthy few centimeters of the highly
effervescent Yellow Glen.
"Soo," she pursued unrelentingly,
"What is it you had in mind for me Todd?"
"You know Shan-you must know surely?"
He looked like a small boy who's mother was
asking him what he wanted for Christmas?
"Ohhh that," she smiled up at him,
fully aware he had an awesomely unrestricted
view from that angle, of her cleavage, maybe
more. "Well you know I just don't feel
ready yet-I'm still only eighteen don't forget!"
"Only eighteen?" he almost choked.
"Most girls at school have lost their virginity
by ninth grade these days-You can't blame me
for like, wanting to? I mean, I really love
you Shannon and well-it's driving me crazy."
Taking one more sip of champagne for support,
she put the glass on the table.
"I know Todd. Truth is - I think about
it myself too."
She blushed brightly in both cheeks at the thought
of what she really did think about.
"I suppose I'm just a bit scared-and drunk
now," she added giggling anew. "It's
all your fault!"
"Well hey, why don't we take advantage
of that little eventuality Shannon?"
He smiled broadly, standing in front of the
chair and holding both arms out to her?
"Tell you what," she teased, pulling
him towards her. "I'm feeling so light-headed
I really should go to my own room now, but if
you promise to behave Todd, I'll sit on your
lap while we watch Will Ferrell. Deal?"
Clearly, her vocal delivery was worsening.
"Deal," he replied but with hesitant
conviction.
Scooping her up, Todd sat down in the chair
and booted up the credits for "Talladega
Nights". The sensation afforded him by
the placement of Shannon's warm body or more
relevantly, curvy little rear-end in his lap,
didn't bear mention.
Eighteen-year old girls for the most part, do
not only feel nice, they smell nice. Shannon
bless her push-up, exuded what you might term
the ultimate in desirability. Not ten minutes
into the movie and having almost emptied their
glasses again, the duo's on-site inhibitions
were further on the wane. Nothing like a glass
or five of champagne to boost the pioneering
spirit. Barely had Ricky Bobby nailed his first
NASCAR preliminary, when Todd's arms had eased
their way north and were nudging their own red-line
at the lower onset of Shannon's 32B under-lifter.
If she noticed the approaching invaders she
was making no mention of the fact. Todd glanced
across at the snap-lock case on the bed. "Realistically
what are the odds?" he asked himself. As
the accumulated alcohol made its acquaintance
with the young girl's passing red and white
blood cells, concentration became uniquely difficult,
even to the point that with Todd's right hand
now bravely encircling her left breast, the
best she could come up with was a fresh set
of giggles and a non too clear, "Tha's
naughty Todd."
He definitely had in mind to be naughtier! Cupping
her right breast equally delicately, he gently
squeezed the contents of both palms. Shannon
began wriggling perceptibly on his lap in what
Todd took to be pleasured acquiescence as she
brought her own small hands up on top of his.
As his fondling took on a more intense aspect,
the slightest of soft sighs became audible from
the lips of the semi-conscious teenager.
"Mmmm" she purred.
With each gentle squeeze, the contents of that
hot little bra were displayed to even greater
advantage. Just one button freed-up might permit
a viewing window that had the potential to disclose
one or both nipples he realized.
"Wha-what are you doing Todd?" she
struggled to get out the words.
She brought her hand up and pulled his away
from its designated task.
"It's OK Shan," he cajoled, "Just
let me-I promise I won't try anything else.
I only want to make you feel good."
By this time, he had not only the button undone
but his right hand had slipped well inside her
bra. Although this eventuality restored a degree
of awareness in the girl's mind, the feeling
of a man's hand fondling that which no other
had ever encroached upon, tended to anaesthetize
her alarm buttons. Basically it felt so good
she wanted more. Todd was losing his grip on
reality. His every instinct was to rip that
flimsy little top to shreds, lose the skirt
and toss her on the far bed. The rest would
take care of itself. Oddly enough, Shannon's
senses were running amok also. All she was imagining
was Todd ripping her skirt and top off, tossing
her on that far bed and spanking her stupid.
Had they known, they could have saved each other
a lot of time by comparing notes!
The romantic tableau started moving away from
the typical Cary Grant/Deborah Kerr scenario
to more a Bill Clinton/Monica Lewinsky aspect,
at the point Todd's right hand located the hem
of Shannon's skirt and tugged it higher. Shannon
registered some token resistance with a lethargic,
"Not up there Todd," but somehow in
the translation it came across as "Ohh
yess - right up there please Todd."
Either way, once her hot little matching-green
panties were exposed, highlighted - let us assume
unintentionally - by a few strategic hip wriggles,
neither participant was complaining. Will Ferrell
was long forgotten. The wholly entrancing view
of Shannon's now totally exposed panties as
they curved down between her thighs, was feeding
Todd's arousal. His fingers, depressing the
full extent of her vaginal cleft, was feedings
hers. Heavy as the young girl's breathing was,
his was louder. Able to feel the moisture seeping
through the absorbent cotton, Todd's higher
logic circuits were sinking fast in a morass
of lustful indulgence. Simply the sensation
inherent in fondling Shannon's breasts and nipples
was bequeathing his peristaltic rate a turbo
boost. For her part, Shannon was losing it.
Her respiratory rate right off the graph and
her sighs peppered now with bona-fide moans,
she was fully unaware of even parting her legs
to accommodate his inbound fingers. This wasn't
petting, it was fully fledged anarchy.
So far down his lap had she slid, a gap had
opened up between the waist-band of her panties
and midriff and thus Todd did what any guy in
his achingly fortunate position would have done.
He slipped a hand down that narrow channel,
finding a world of soft downy hair on site,
that if not exactly a welcome-mat, offered undeniable
tactile benefits. "Please, not inside my
panties Todd," she gasped, almost fully
sobered up by this latest turn of events. She
made as if to retrieve his hand but Todd, perhaps
sensing the urgency of the situation, pulled
Shannon on to her side and began to kiss those
warm lips with frenzied zeal.
It worked, she put her arms around his neck
kissing him in return and completely yielding
up her body to his touch. Able now to not only
reach the remote heat-source between her legs,
but to penetrate her vaginal defences with an
eager finger, she was lost for all money. Moans
begat moan as Todd upped the speed and depth
of penetration. His own needs were distressingly
apparent and had Shannon not been so absorbed
with her own orgasmic progress, she may have
realized what that hard 'ridge' beneath her
hips was exactly! Increasing the pressure on
her clitoral nub then certainly paid dividends.
With a convulsive cry of pleasured release,
the girl's body shook and her wide-eyed gasps
left no doubt in Todd's mind that he had obtained
a pass-mark for his concerted effort.
Pulling the hem of her skirt back down and doing
up her blouse, went some way to restoring the
young girl's dignity. Disengaging herself from
his lap she walked across to the bed and sat
down on the edge of the coverlet, hands folded
demurely in her lap.
"That was very naughty Todd," she
muttered, "You took advantage of my er,
condition!"
"I can take even greater advantage of it,
if you'd like," he grinned. "C'mon
Shannon, you've driving me insane here."
His hand strayed subconsciously to his own lap.
She looked away-but thought plenty! Her body
was still leveling itself out from the orgasm,
yet try as she might, those self-generated images
of being restrained and swatted by Todd, refused
to fade-away.
For his part, all Todd was thinking was how
unutterably hot and vulnerable his sexy little
girlfriend would look tied up fully helpless
on that bed. There was never going to be a more
opportune moment. He stood up and moved across
to the suitcase on the far table.
"Close your eyes Shannon," he called
back to her. "Got a surprise for you-and
no peeking right?"
"Is it a good surprise?" she giggled.
"Oh, the best," he replied. "Something
I've wanted to give you for quite a while."
As Todd raised the lid of the case she couldn't
control her curiosity, trying her best to see
what it was his body was obscuring. He looked
around.
"No peeping Shannon, I told you! Now, be
a good girl and lie on the bed face down-and
wait for me."
Obediently she did as he requested. Removing
the items from the case he sidled across to
her prostrate form. In terms of sheer desirability,
that murderously hot little body rated big-time.
Her slim waist, pronounced hips and curvacious
bottom, were topped-off by that most tantalizing
of feminine aspects - bare feet!
"What are you doing Todd?" she cried
out as he drew both arms up behind her.
"Something I think you'll really enjoy
Shannon," he answered, looping the rope
around either wrist.
"You're tying me up!"
She gasped, jerking her head around in shocked
disbelief. She wasn't too sure whether to laugh
or scream. This had to be a joke surely?
"You're not going to spank me are you Todd?"
"Well now Shannon," he grinned, "I
really hadn't even thought of that... but now
you mention it!..."
"Please no, don't Todd," she begged.
"C'mon, untie me and let's each just go
to sleep in our own rooms, it's really late."
Perhaps her half-hearted appeal sounded just
that - an obligatory cry for help without any
purposeful expectation of release. Maybe Todd
was so fully committed to his task, nothing
short of a SWAT team was going to deflect him
from his intended purpose.
Her wrists bound tightly now, she could do little
to prevent Todd manoeuvering her struggling
body across his lap, right there on the edge
of the bed. She didn't even have time to prepare
herself. His first spank, somewhat of an exploratory
nature, caught her fully unawares.
"Ouch" she cried, just seconds up
front of a secondary assault on her tail-feathers.
Todd had to admit to himself that any and all
pre-conceived images of such behaviour fell
far short of the reality of seeing her taut
little rear-end reverberating from the punishment
at hand. The third spank not only hurt like
hell, it made her nipples tingle with unforced
pleasure.
"Am I the world's greatest slut?"
she pondered momentarily. Smoothing his hand
across her bottom, Todd allowed himself the
luxury of reaching beneath her with his left
hand and cupping an obliquely sexy little breast.
She gave a gasp of shock but was denied the
time to lodge any vocal objection by way of
a fourth spank that had her arching her back
in discomfort.
"That really hurts Todd," she cried.
To a degree, the hand fondling her breast was
lessening the pain - maybe it was just distracting
her. Either way, she wriggled about on his lap
in exaggerated discomfort.
"Yeah? Well that's why we spank little
girls Shannon," he laughed, "Makes
them into better and more obedient little girls
doncha know?"
The game turned marginally serious at that point
with Todd wrenching her skirt higher, completely
exposing her panties both to his needful gaze
and his descending palm.
"Oh, pull my skirt back down," she
yelled, her very predicament causing copious
amounts of moisture to form along her vaginal
crevice.
She felt so deliciously sexy and provocative
it was hard to concentrate on the pain. Todd
was feeling her breasts up with renewed vigor
and the spanks raining down had her bottom jiggling
from the incessant contact.
"No more Todd," she whimpered as he
brought the punishment to a merciful hiatus.
She lay across his knee a spent force. He could
see the tiniest droplets of moisture clinging
to the girl's hairline around her shoulders
while the tops of her legs as they disappeared
up beneath her panties, bore several reddish
marks from a few spanks that had gone unintentionally
astray. Despite the accompanying shriek of understandable
humiliation, he continued pulling her panties
down her thighs, exposing one glowing red bottom
with the prettiest of girlish clefts mid center.
"Oh Todd, Don't pull my panties down -
please, its so embarrassing."
Her wriggling this time was for real. Now he
figured, was time to execute the next stage
of her punishment. Restoring her knickers to
their rightful elevation he tugged the skirt
back down and assisted her to her feet. Her
wrists were beginning to ache a little.
Manoeuvering her across to the writing desk,
he pulled the wooden chair out before pushing
her into it. She watched as he crossed the room
to retrieve two other smaller pieces of rope
and something else that he placed in his trouser
pocket. She couldn't see what it was. Sitting
still she stared downwards fascinated, as he
lashed first one ankle then the other to either
chair-leg. She should have been at the very
least concerned for her predicament she realized,
but the truth was, it excited her unbearably.
Walking behind her, Todd untied her wrists then
pulling her arms behind the chair, bound them
tightly once more. She was now ultimately restrained
and completely at his mercy.
Regarding his handiwork, Todd had every reason
to be pleased with himself. From the frontal
aspect it really was a good news day. Breasts
thrust forward and further delineated through
the soft material of her blouse by virtue of
having her hands roped behind her, gave Shannon
a kind of Joan-of-Arc forlorn look. The bare
feet and almost indecent hemline added just
the right 'vulnerable as all hell' perspective.
He knelt in front of her.
"What are you going to do with me?"
she asked softly. "Promise you won't hurt
me Todd?"
That being the absolute last thing he had in
mind, he just smiled at her.
"Of course not Shannon."
As if! Reaching upwards then, he fondled her
right breast through her blouse. This caused
her to yelp and to admonish him with a curt,
"Todd!!" Grinning, he cupped her the
other side and reveled in the delicious sensation
afforded him by such gratuitous fondling. Shannon
wriggled in the chair, fully unable to escape
her abuser and if the truth be known - in no
hurry to do so. In keeping with the profile
of an innocent young girl however, she did in
all fairness put up some token verbal resistance.
"Stop that, Todd," and "C'mon
leave my breasts alone," rent the airways
as well as a couple of "I'll scream, I
really will" threats.
Todd came well equipped though. Retrieving the
small roll of duct-tape from his pocket, he
tore off a strip six inches long and pressed
it neatly across her mouth. The visuals were
now complete. He had the floor as it were. Unceremoniously
silenced, Shannon sat wide-eyed as Todd continued
to molest her maidenly charms. She would have
aired her shock had she been able to, most especially
at the point her boyfriend moved in closer and
began to undo her blouse buttons all the way
to her waist. She began to shake her head in
disbelief as her bra was exposed and Todd's
fingers slip-slided their way down inside both
cups. She could see his fingers feeling her
nipples and their unconcealed reaction to such
treatment. It was just bad luck for her the
bra had its clasp at the front. Even as her
pretty breasts spilled out into Todd's direct
line of vision, she felt a hot flush coursing
through her body. Humiliation, excitement, fear,
expectation-all these and more were present.
As Todd leaned forward and began sucking her
right nipple, you could add another abstract
noun - pleasure! Instinctively she arched her
chest forward, her eyes fully closed. Latching
on to her left and majorly erect teat, he drew
down hard, his free hand gently squeezing her
other breast as he did so.
Exactly who was enjoying this more is hard to
say. Possessed of one painfully hard erection
not surprisingly, Todd simply had to avail himself
of the limited time available. Unhandling her
breast, his hand followed its owner's debased
line of vision. That semi-parted flesh-colored
freeway up beneath the girl's skirt. Pushing
the hem up as he went, Todd could but stare
lustfully at the resulting up-skirt opticals.
Eyes wide open now, Shannon began shaking her
head in denial once more as he reached in to
the depths and commenced rubbing the front of
her panties lewdly. Worse was to come though
as he took a hold of them and deftly drew the
material to one side, exposing her most intimate
of possessions to his over-heated gaze. Staring
at those cute brown curls that up until now
he had only felt briefly during his earlier
exploratory, propelled him into "fully
procreative" status. Cute as those green
panties were, they were no match for a twenty-year
old near-rapist with some serious needs. Disrespectfully
ripped from crotch to waistband, their new home
was the far corner of the hotel suite. Shannon's
fantasy was about to be played out - with no
commercial breaks!
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