PART ONE a – The Third Date

  I met my future husband as a college freshman, but it was a while before we got together over the summer break before my sophomore year started. We weren't dating a week or two before he got his first spanking, which both surprised and pleased me. I think any woman that likes giving the usual "birthday swats" and such knows what I'm talking about here. Dating a new guy, and you're wondering how "it" is going to come "up". How do you work that one into conversation politely. First date, and you're walking back to the car after the movie theater. He asks what you should do next. Oh, hey. How about we go park somewhere remote, and I tie you to the seat with this piece of rope, and use a whip on your bare ass. Am I allowed to leave marks? I like a guy that lets me leave marks. Hmm. Something a hair more subtle perhaps.

  I mean, seriously. I'm going to be a professional woman with a great job. I'll work out of offices and I'm not being the talk of the town and having it all through work. I need to be taken seriously at work, and I feel I am. I'm not at all ashamed of smacking a boy's ass, but I'm not comfortable putting a billboard up about it either. I don't discuss the specifics of exactly what goes on in the bedroom in public. It just kind of happened, with my first junior high school boyfriend. After that first one though, how was I ever going to bring the subject up. That first one, just happened. God's little gift to me, that I knew I liked something.

  But how do you bring it up with the next boyfriend. I developed the habit of smacking their butt through their jeans as they walked past. Making little jokes, shaking a wooden spoon at them. Do I need to put you over my knee to get you to remember to take your shoes off. It takes a number of little jokes and innuendo, to get it brought up. Thank god for the jokes about birthday swats. At least once a year, any girl that wants to smack their boyfriend's butt has one day a year to make that awkward conversation happen, so it gets put on the table.

  Then, there's the matter of I'm a girl that smacks the boy's butt. I had a boyfriend once that things were going fine, but he made the jokes and innuendo to me. Hey, that's usually me doing that, so I recognized it right off. We had "the talk", and we both ughed and agreed that it would never work out. When we crossed paths a year or so ter, we politely exchanged pleasantries. He asked me if I had found what I wanted, and I smiled and said yes and how about you. He smiled and said he had what he wanted now too. We swapped jokes about how to bring it up, and we both ughed and agreed that other than constant jokes, the birthday smacks were the best option.

  Then there's my guy. I mean, I pn on having a boyfriend turn into a fiance and eventually a husband. I'm not one of those career women that are going to put having a husband on hold, until I've already got my first wrinkles. I wanted to be young enough, that we had a solid connection and neither one of us was bringing any baggage into it. No ex husbands, no ex wives. No children from other partners. Young enough we had a real chance to make it. I feel lucky that my first boyfriend used to get his naked wet butt snapped with my wet towel, and it somehow became our thing. I feel even more lucky, that after a couple boyfriends over high school and college, I finally found one that made this awkward talk easy.

  I had gotten him to meet me at a party. I was making jokes, and swatting the seat of his jeans when he walked past me at the party. He was making jokes and innuendo too. The next time he walked past on his way back to our table, he stuck his butt out and joked I had forgot to smack him. Making small talk on our second date, I jokingly said he was a naughty boy, as both a compliment and a way to sneak in an innuendo. I bantered that naughty boys get into trouble eventually. He said that sounded like fun. Wow, I thought. First date? I smacked at his passing jeans. Then he stuck his butt out the next time, and reminded me I had forgotten to swat his seat. Second date, and table small talk led to me calling him a naughty boy, and him saying it sounded like fun to be in trouble.

  This can't be an accident. I was thrilled waiting for our next date. We liked each other and seemed to get along great. We both had simir ideas about work and home life pns. We decided together at my initial suggestion, that "the third time's a charm", and decided to make our third date, the night that we slept together. I joked we needed privacy, because my dates end up screaming my name. He smiled.

  "Then you can pick me up in your car next weekend. You can drive us anywhere you want. If you wanna drive us out far enough into the woods, that no one can hear me scream your name? Sounds like fun. Its our first time, and I want you to be comfortable. Drive me wherever you want. You like apricot brandy, right?"

  "That's my favorite."

  "I'll bring it. My treat. More practical than flowers, right?"

  "I can't drink flowers. Sounds good to me. Are you trying to get me drunk, to loosen me up?"

  "Hell yes. Look. I know how the normal thing is. The guy drives the girl out to the middle of nowhere. Whips out the bottle. He's hoping to get her drunk, so she cuts loose. That's not me. Now, do I want you to have a few drinks, and do whatever you feel like doing? Again, a hell yes. But… I don't want it to be creepy. I figured if you drove? I don't want you feeling trapped. I really like you."

  Wow. Two dates in, and he really reminded me of my first high school boyfriend. Just as macho as any of the other guys, but didn't act like the typical jerk. He opened doors for me, he took my hand sitting down or getting up. He was polite. He let me know he liked me, and he seemed to be letting me make the first move. My jokes and innuendo, were being met with a wink and a nod. Holy shit. How much was too much, on my part. I thought about it.

  He wanted me to be in my car, driving him. Park where I wanted to park him. So I'd be comfortable. I was being asked to make some decisions for us. I definitely thought I caught a vibe. He had asked permission and quite smoothly I might add, to bring the apricot brandy he saw me bring for myself to our first date, some party we met up at. He was making it easy for me. Just in case I wasn't imagining all this, I decided to have something in my trunk, if it seemed like it was going well.

  What though. My first boyfriend in high school, had always gotten his butt swatted with a wet towel. It was our naughty little secret we shared. The next boy, it had been a birthday swats joke that went over good. He asked what he got his birthday swats with. I joked about a wooden spoon, and he said to bring one with me when we met up for his birthday tryst. Wooden spoon boy, ended up with a second hairbrush episode another time, ter on down our brief road. The third boyfriend, after high school just ended and college hadn't started yet, it had been a thick leather belt. I grew up in the country, and so did he. We both naturally wore jeans and boots, and we both sported leather cowboy belts with the typical big shiny buckle.

  We had met staying at a county fair, and each of us was staying with a different group. I had made a joke about taking him to the hay pile and teaching him a lesson he wouldn't forget. He asked me what that would entail, and I smiled and pointed to his thick, leather belt. When we met up te that night at the hay barn, he actually reminded me of my "promise". I told him I was just making a joke, and he said that was too bad, because it had sounded like fun. So, I undid that belt, pulled it off of him, and told him to let me know when he thought he had learned his lesson.

  That was my first one, that seemed to really be into it. The original wet towel boyfriend, got coaxed into it. Then it was okay. It wasn't like he asked for more towel snaps, I had to keep making up excuses and situations to get more snaps in. Snaps he agreed to, but still. Wooden spoon boy? Got a swat for every year of his birthday. He ended up getting a swat for every year of his birthday, twice. The hay bale leather belt guy though? That was a new one for me. He clearly enjoyed it, and seemed happy I had taken him up on it. Reminding me in case I forgot. After the first few smacks, he joked that he thought a farm girl could do better than that. Asking to be swatted harder, in some sort of easily understood code with a sly smile. When I told him to let me know when he had learned his lesson? He never did. I got to leave marks on his cheeks. So while I had done it before, that was sort of my first official spanking, somehow. You know, first official mark visible the next day.

  Yet, that was back then, and this guy? Is in the here and now. This seemed more like the belt guy. I decided having a little rope and a riding crop in my trunk was a good bet. If it happened and it seemed like it sure could, I was ready. If it didn't happen, it was no loss.

  I picked him up in my car like he suggested. For our third time's a charm date. He asked if I needed gas money, and I told him I was fine. He joked that if I needed more gas money to get more privacy, just let him know. Secret code transtion? Hey, take me as far away as possible. Drinks and fooling around, parked out in the middle of nowhere went fine. We agreed we had all night, and there was no reason to rush into a quickie. It was happening, and we didn't have to force it. So we were making out and learning how to kiss each other, roaming our hands over the other's clothes. He asked when we would get to the screaming my name part, and what would cause a thing like that to happen.

  Here we go again, I thought. He just had to be testing the waters with innocent enough sounding jokes and innuendo, just like I had learned to do. He had me drive him wherever I wanted. So I'd be comfortable. He wasn't trying to get me drunk, I had to get my own drinks, and offer him dollops of the booze he had bought me.

  "You really want to know?"

  "Definitely. If you're loosened up enough to tell me. I'm waiting on you. Your car? Your rules. I want you to feel free to… take advantage of me, if you want to."

  Okay, that was too much, and just enough at the same time. He was looking for a girl he liked, to smack his butt. I was just sure of it, and I didn't think it was the apricot brandy talking. He wanted me to make the first move. I decided I should. We had all night.

  "Okay. Some girls give birthday swats, and some girls don't."

  "We've been cracking little jokes for three dates now. Please tell me you're the kind of girl that does birthday swats."

  I smiled.

  "I am."

  I smiled more, and had the beginnings of a blush going.

  "In fact, you could say? That I crack more than just jokes."

  "Sounds fun. Problem is, its not my birthday."

  "We could pretend its your birthday."

  "Why pretend. I joked that its your car, so its your rules. We have all night, right?"

  I smiled more, and took another big sip of the sweet brandy.

  "We do have all night. We can sleep in the car, if we even get any sleep. Its Friday night. If we have fun, we can have Saturday, too. Third time's a charm. I can keep you out here all weekend, and really take advantage of you. I got bnkets in the trunk for us."

  "So, let me know what those car rules are. Maybe, something happens when rules get broken. Tell me the rules."

  Oh my. This was going better than I had ever dreamed of.

  "Rule number one. Its my car, its my radio. I don't like it, when the passenger touches my radio."

  "Oh. Okay. Are you serious about these car rules?"

  "I might be. If I had to tell you more than once, not to touch my radio? I guess I'd have to teach you a lesson. And by the way, did you notice I filled the tank up, not ten or twenty minutes before getting here? And I casually slipped in that we could sleep here and have more fun tomorrow, if we were both having fun? I was making sure I could keep the battery charged, so we had a radio. If you want taught a lesson, all you have to do is touch my radio."

  "Oh my. You sound very serious about the radio rule. I like serious girls. How do you teach naughty boys not to touch your radio, when they disobey your car rules."

  "I suppose there's different ways. But, if it happened too many times, and you weren't listening to me? You'd need taught a lesson."

  "Oh. And if I did it again, after the first lesson didn't work? What would happen then."

  I took another big drink, and smiled.

  "Obviously, I'd have to teach you more of a lesson, right?"

  "I might keep doing it. You'd have a real problem on your hands."

  "If you kept doing it, don't you think you would be the one with a problem? The problem wouldn't be on my hands, silly. The problem? Would be on your naked butt. I couldn't be any clearer than that. We're obviously past the making jokes phase. You want me to make the first move? I'm making it. Do you really want to know what the punishment would be?"

  "I do."

  "All right. I grew up on a farm. I actually own whips. In fact, I just might happen to have one of my whips with me. In case they touch my radio, and I need to teach them a lesson. Then, if they keep doing it? Well. The second time around, I use the whip harder, and give them more swats. If a third time it happens? That's really bad. I'd have to take that really serious. I'd probably have to tie them up, and give them a lot harder whipping, for a lot longer. Now then. I made the first move. You asked? I told you. Scared to feel a real whip?"

  "Sounds like I can get as little or as much punishment as I want."

  "First lesson? We're talking birthday swats. No marks. A gentle reminder not to touch my radio. Second lesson, though? You're asking for more. Harder swats, more swats. You would end up with some cute little red marks on your naked butt. Now, if you did it a third time? That means you're not learning your lesson. I'd be forced to get the rope out, and tie you up. Much harder swats, and obviously, a lot more of them. Because by that point, you're really asking for it."

  "Don't be such a cock tease. You'd have to have stuff to do it, wouldn't you?"

  I smiled at him and stared at him intently.

  "You know I lived on a farm. You know I have horses. Why wouldn't I have some rope and my riding crop with me."

  When he teased me I was kidding, I got out and went into the trunk. I was back in short order with several feet of soft cotton rope and my favorite riding crop. I id them up on the dash, for him to see. I winked and put the radio on. He changed the station.

  "I told you its against the rules, to touch my radio. If you do it again? You're going to get your butt swatted."

  He smiled and changed the station back again.

  "Well? Let's see a naked butt. I told you, and you did it anyways."

  "Well, where do you want me."

  I knew this feeling well. I was being put in charge, to do what I wanted. I had the minimum experience under my belt, to do it confidently.

  "You knew the rules, and you decided to break them anyway. Get out of my car, and go put your hands on the hood of my car. Lean over some, and stay like that. I'll be out to deal with you when I'm ready."

  It was fun to sit in the car for a little while, before I picked up the riding crop off of the dash. I walked out, and showed it to him. I ran it over his body a few times, then showed it to him again, after I reminded him to keep his hands on the hood.

  "Ever had a real whip used on you before?"

  "Never."

  "Scared?"

  "I wonder what it will feel like."

  "Very soon, you won't have to wonder anymore. Drop your pants. Ten swats."

  He took his hands off of the hood to slide his jeans down off and expose his ass cheeks for me, then he put his hands back on the hood of the car.

  "I told you to keep your hands on the hood. You took them off. That's 10 more."

  "You told me to drop my jeans for you."

  "You could have asked me politely. You didn't. That's sass mouth. That's another 10. We're up to thirty now. You want more?"

  I slid behind him, and yanked his jeans down to where I wanted them.

  "Bend over more. You know what? Just y on the hood. Keep your hands on that hood. And don't move. I'll tell you when we're done, and you're allowed to get up."

  He did everything I told him to, he clearly had been swatted before. I counted out his first ten, which were honestly what I would think of as the fun birthday swats everyone hears about. Then ten more, and finally the st ten. He listened, and stayed put. I got to rub the cheeks, and feel the slight warmth. These were fun birthday swats, there wouldn't be any marks. The slightest little blush patch back there. It was as if a tiny dab of light rouge had been rubbed over the cheeks.

  I finally pulled his jeans up for him and zipped them up, buttoned them and everything. Finally, I leaned to sit on the hood and told him he was done, and he was allowed up now. I'd be remiss and lying if I didn't admit that it was slightly easier to unpack him out of, than it was to repackage him back into, his boxers and jeans. That's to say that his package had grown rger while getting the swats.

  We had another drink or two each, and made out some more. Wow, I thought to myself. He was happy to get his butt smacked, and wasn't rushing me to put out. In the course of making out standing in front of the car, he was kissing my neck when he whispered "thank you" into my ear. Wow. Not only did I get exactly what I wanted, I was being thanked for it. This was looking like a better and better deal with each and every passing minute that went by.

  "You're welcome. How was your first taste of a real whip, by the way. Everything you hoped for?"

  I got another whispered thank you in my ear.

  "If you want more, just keep touching my radio. Its up to you if you want more."

  "I'm sure I will. We have all night, right?"

  "We do. We have as much time as we need. Hey, can I ask you something?"

  "Sure."

  "Curious. What did you get smacked with? You were hinting around at it, just like I was. No way its your first time, I don't think."

  "You? Are my second. High school girlfriend? She did the birthday swats. It was with a belt. Christmas swats. That sort of thing. It was a once in a while thing. I lucked into that first girl, then…"

  "You haven't dated since then?"

  "Dated, yes. Got birthday and Christmas swats again? Unfortunately, no."

  "Huh. Sounds like the girl brought the idea up."

  "She did. I told her it was fun, so then I got Christmas swats. It wasn't a regur thing."

  "Did you ask?"

  "Seemed like it was a gonna be a rare treat thing. I got the impression, it was just so she could say she had done it. You know, like that."

  "You didn't get it again, with the other dates?"

  "Hey. You're the first one that picked up on the jokes. I liked it, but… you can't go around asking everyone you meet for it. Reminded me of a girl that gives you a blowjob once or twice a year, then you're doing without six months at a time."

  "Well, I'm in the same boat. I lucked into my first one. The next time? The birthday swats thing happened. But like you, it was just a now and again thing. I had a hookup, camping at a county fair, its a farm thing. I made a joke, the guy made a joke back. Later on, he reminded me of the joke, so… he got some swats. What can I say. You make jokes, you wait to get jokes back. Hoping. Here we are."

  "Can I ask you about…"

  "Ask."

  "So, you always use the whip?"

  "Even though I own whips? They're tools for the farm. So believe it or not? No. This is actually the first time I got to use a whip on a boy's naked butt, so… thank you."

  "What were the others?"

  "First one. You know the wet towel snapping game? A wet towel, of all things. Then the birthday swats, was a wooden spoon. The county fair hookup, was his belt. Its always been one of those, whatever it was ying around handy kinda deals. The one time with the wooden spoon? Happened with a hairbrush a second time. This is the first time that I was fairly sure I was going to get lucky again, so… just in case I was right about the jokes… yeah, I tossed the whip in the trunk. You gd I did?"

  "I said thank you. So yeah, I'm happy. You like this, right?"

  "I thought that was kind of obvious, at this point."

  "You mean, I don't have to wait six months, like before."

  "If you want it six minutes from now? That's fine. Yeah, I like it."

  "What I mean is, you seem like you actually like it. The other girl? I think it was just for attention, so she could say she did it a few times."

  I smiled.

  "I like smacking a boy's naked butt, as long as I like the boy. And yes, so far? I like you. Now, how about you. You sound like you like it, too."

  "Thank you."

  "You're welcome. Anytime you want some? Just ask. How was your first taste of a real whip."

  "I thought it would be more… I mean, its a whip."

  "Ha. You thought it would hurt more, is that it?"

  "Well, yeah."

  "It can. I have no idea what you were expecting. I don't want to scare you off. If you want it, and it sounds like you do, in fact, want it. Touch my radio again, as soon as you get brave. I'll do it again, and I'll do it a little harder."

  "Can I ask you another question."

  I hugged him to me, and told him he didn't have to keep asking permission to ask me every question. Just ask.

  "I just don't want to bug you, or screw this up."

  "How are you going to screw this up. I like doing it, and its not something I come across every day. You like having it done, apparently. And you've found it again. Don't worry about that. So just ask."

  "What's the rope for?"

  "Well. The whip, is in case a butt needs smacked. Yours, for instance. What do you think the rope is for. You use rope, to tie things up. On a farm, if something is moving around, and it should be staying still? You tie it up, and you tie it down. I think I know what you mean, though. The rope, is with the whip. If… how do I put this. If you touch my radio again, you're asking for more. If you touch my radio after that second one? You want more again. At some point, you do realize, that you won't sit still for it, and… you suddenly become… a thing, that needs tied down. To hold it… still. Now, does that answer your question? I'm assuming you're starting to get the picture."

  "Yes."

  "You got any more questions?"

  "Yeah. You won't get mad…"

  "I will not get mad. If I can't answer the question, or I don't want to answer the question? I'll tell you."

  "You actually tie boys up?"

  "Oh. Actually, just one guy, and it was only one time. You sure are full of questions tonight. I'll bite. Are you asking to be tied up? I've only done it once. If you ask me, it will make it twice."

  "You just seem so… confident about it."

  I ughed.

  "I'm no expert, if that's what you mean. Its just that once I make the jokes, and the jokes come back… there comes a point its obvious. That's where shy ends. Want me to give you some free advice on this?"

  "Okay."

  "This is our little secret. You like it? Great. Ask and you shall receive. Not a problem, trust me. But its a secret. You brag to just one buddy, you tell a single soul about it? I'll never speak to you again, I swear to god. This isn't like touching my radio. We both know that's a fun game to py, because we both know how the game will end. Read my lips. You tell anyone, ever, about our little secret? You'll be out there looking again. Do girls like me grow on trees?"

  "No. I… can't believe my good luck finding you. This sounds like Christmas every day."

  "Well, thank you. But don't ever forget, not for one second. I'm not in college, because I was trying to find a way to waste four years of my life. I want a career. I'm going to get one. I will not be the girl, that everyone points at, and giggles. Promise me."

  "I promise."

  "All right. I'm not mad, you just need to understand. That's maybe the only real rule there is right now. Now then… you said its like Christmas, huh. You liked it?"

  "Yes. Thank you."

  "You, are welcome. Now, just so you know its a two way street. Its like Christmas for me, too. And, how would you like it, if I told people. Then they pointed at you and giggled. Would you like that?"

  "No. Please, don't tell."

  He blushed. He liked it, but he was shy about asking, or having the wrong person know. I know the feeling.

  "Okay. I just wanted to get that straight. Just don't slip up, or you'll never go out with me ever again."

  "I promise."

  It didn't take him long to touch the radio again. I told him he knew that was against the rules, and he did it again anyways, after he knew what would happen. So, he was going to have to get it harder. It was like pying a drinking game. You rolled dice, but you already know the result of the game. You drink a few more drinks. Touching the radio was the same game. You knew how it ended when you pyed the game.

  No one had made it this fun for me before though. He pretended to be nervous, and tried to get out of it. He tried kissing me and saying he was sorry. It was fun for me to act mad, and demand to hold him accountable. I told him it had to be harder, so he learned his lesson. I whispered in his ear, that the whip doesn't really hurt much for fun birthday swats, but since that didn't work? It was going to hurt a little more. I made him tell me he understood that. Then I told him he would get twenty.

  I told him he knew where to go, and what to do. I'd be out when I was ready, and he was to wait for me. When I got out, I not only had the riding crop again, I also tossed the rope up on the hood of the car in front of him. He asked what it was for.

  "This is the second time. The first time? Light. This is going to be… medium. We'll see if you still wanna touch my radio again. If I need to keep you still? The rope is right there."

  I gave him ten medium. Then I asked him if he was okay with it. He said yes, so I gave him the st ten. I didn't even have to tell him to stay this time, he was waiting for me to tell him he could get up now.

  "Stay. We're not finished yet, until I say we're finished. Did it hurt more? Tell me the truth."

  He nodded.

  "I know. You gonna be good, and stay there, just like that?"

  He nodded again.

  I already had his jeans down to his knees again, and just like before, his boxers with them. I reached around, and grabbed him to see how he was doing in front. My hand found a perfect indication, that things were fine. I whispered in his ear.

  "Stay. Don't move at all."

  I kissed and bit his neck, and kept telling him to quit moving, or I'd stop. I worked him with my hand, and it didn't take that long before he spilled out. I kept telling him to stay and not move. He did.

  "Are you curious, what you'd be in for. If you touch my radio a third time. Hey. Third time's a charm, right. You don't have to, but, if you were to ask me nice… I could give you five hard ones. So you know what could happen, next time. Now. Ask me nice."

  He stayed in his position, and asked me if I would. I told him to keep asking, until I told him to quit. He didn't stop. He ended up pleading, and I finally told him to stop asking.

  "Hands stay on that hood. Or else. You can impress me right now, by taking five hard ones, and not being a big baby about it. You wanna impress me, don't you?"

  He nodded. I told him I wanted to hear him count the five off. I had never done that, but my mind drifted back to the cement shed, my first one of these. He didn't count them off, but here and there he spit out the number. I just decided to hear a count of all five, and he shook his head yes.

  For all the "experience" and "confidence" he thought I seemed to have doing it, I really didn't feel like any kind of expert at this. But somehow, the way he sort of looked up to me at this, asked all the questions… it made me feel more confident. It made me feel more experienced. The truth was, that I had never once smacked a guy's naked butt with my riding crop, nor any other real whip. This was a first for me, too. Those first light smacks, were nothing. I had no idea how light was too light, how hard was too hard. I was gauging his reaction, and finding out as I went along. If I somehow seemed to radiate confidence to him, well that felt good too. This was, as ever, not only fun. It was intoxicating and it lured me in. I was already hooked, and he was getting hooked too.

  "Remember to count. If you screw the count up? We start over again. And remember to keep those hands on the hood. Stay still, or…"

  I pointed at the rope.

  I hauled off and lit him up with the first one. Not nearly as hard as I possibly could, but definitely what I was going to cssify as hard. I heard my one come out of his mouth. I went for number two, and he repeated it. By the time I got to three, there was a little bit of moving around, and some heavier breathing I could hear. I did four a hair harder, and got more movement. When I went for five, I decided it was the st one, might as well haul off and see what one would be like, if I really lit him up.

  I got an "ow", and I got pronounced wiggling around. The hand came up, barely off the hood before he stuck it back down. I whispered and ughed in his ear.

  "Oh. I saw that hand come off the hood. That's five more. Hard ones like these were. And you know what? You were told to stay still, and there's way too much dancing around. That? Is another five. And in case you think I didn't hear you not count that st one when you said ow instead? That's another five. So where are we at now, huh? You have a naked ass hanging out at me. I have a whip in my hand, and I know how to use it. And you? Owe me fifteen hard ones, little boy. Now you tell me, right now. Do you still like the whip? Because it can hurt when I really give it to you, doesn't it. Admit it."

  He tried nodding his head yes. I kept whispering in his ear.

  "I asked you a question. You didn't answer me, you moved your head. That's another five hard ones. You now owe me twenty hard ones. And just so you know? They can still get harder. I've been experimenting. Light, medium and now hard. There's still one left. Harder than hard? Or, I guess as hard as I possibly can. And I just might. I haven't decided yet. Who knows. So, if that actually hurt? I want to hear you admit it to me. Words, not wiggling your head. Does it actually hurt, or not."

  "I admit it. It… hurts."

  "Oh yeah. It can definitely hurt. Now tell me the truth. Do you still like the whip, even though it hurts? Speak words, or it'll be 25. Do… you… still… like it?"

  "Yes. I like it."

  "Now tell me the truth. Do you really think you can take twenty hard ones like that? Without moving. Tell me the truth."

  "I could try. I don't really know."

  "Shh. Maybe, if you ask me nicely? Very nicely. Beg a little. Maybe, I could postpone the hard twenty you owe me. Oh, I'm still going to collect them, there's no getting out of that. But… we can postpone them. If you beg me nice. Start begging. I'll tell you when to stop. And don't even think about moving, or it goes to 25. You are so lucky your hands stayed put, do you know that? Tied up right now. Tight. Having to take 25 of these hard ones? I think we might be moving into me seeing a few tears. Now start begging. Don't move a muscle, don't stop until you're told to. Or else. Beg now."

  He begged to hold off on the 20, and he begged not to go to 25. I finally told him he could quit. I whispered in the ear some more.

  "Okay. We'll wait. You still get them, but ter. When I feel like it. Is that clear?"

  "Yes."

  "All right. We're not done, but we're done for right now. Turn around. I want to see something."

  He turned around, and I checked if he seemed to really like it or not. Oh, he liked it just fine. I had a winner.

  "You do like it. That thing doesn't lie. Here's what you're gonna do, to postpone the rest of what you owe me. I'm going to bend over the hood of my car, and I want you to fuck my soaking wet pussy, and I mean you fuck it like you mean it. You don't do it hard and fast enough? I'll get bored and decide to collect my 20 hard ones right now. By the time I get my jeans down and bent over? You have a couple seconds to start giving it to me like you mean it. Don't stop, don't think. Just do it. I expect you to hold me down, and give it to me good. I'd say, don't let me down? But I guess I should say… don't let me up."

  I quickly undid my belt and jeans and slid them down with my panties to my knees or so, and bent right over the hood of my car. He took me at my word, and the next several minutes were wonderful. I hadn't been fucked good in a while, and a fast hard quickie was just what the doctor ordered. I had told him to hold me down and give it to me, so I started trying to move around to see if he'd follow my instructions. He finally held me down forcibly by the neck, my cheek pressed firmly into my car, his hard wet cock firmly in and out of my soaking wet hole. When he finished several minutes ter, I had a silly smile on my face and thanked him.

  "Thanks. I've been waiting for that."

  "Thank you. Is… that how you like it then."

  "I sure did this time. That was great. I already like you, but. You know. Now? I like you a little bit more."

  We got our pants up, and ended up back in the car. Talking. A few more sips of brandy. I would grab him and kiss him now and then.

  "I, uh. I didn't exactly know what you wanted, for that."

  "Why. What did you think I would want."

  "Oh. You just seem so… I didn't know what you wanted, I guess."

  "Okay. What would you have bet on, if I didn't tell you."

  "Well, you have this whole thing. Confident. Take charge. You don't have any problems telling me what you want and what to do. I kinda figured, you were gonna… I don't know what. I was kinda ready for whatever you were gonna do."

  "Hmm. Expin it. I'm curious now."

  "Thought you were going to order me around, and tell me what to do."

  "Oh. I tell a guy what I want, that way. But I never ordered a guy around in bed. Is that what you're used to, or that's what you like?"

  "After what you've done to me already? I was ready to get… you know. Your whip in your hand, telling me what to do."

  "We can try that. Be something new for me, too. Look. Just because I smack you with a whip for fun, you don't have to… how do I put this. If I have my whip in my hand? Its obvious I'll be giving you orders, right?"

  "I can see that. Yeah."

  "Right. When the whip's not in my hand. When I'm not… ordering you around, doing that? Things are… normal. If I want it softer and longer? I'll say something. In case you haven't noticed, once the ice is broke? I'm not shy about it. Once you take away the fun thing, that we both like? I'm still a normal girl, okay."

  "I think you're wonderful."

  "Thanks. Look, don't worry about stuff."

  "The only thing I'm worried about? Is owing you what I owe you."

  "Oh. Still thinking about that, huh?"

  "How could I forget."

  "You seem like you like it."

  "Oh. I do. Look, its like this. Imagine a girl that gives you a blowjob. Its your first one. You really like it. Then? It doesn't happen again. Okay, it happens on birthday and Christmas. Twice a year. That's how it was for me. Finding you is… wow. One time, I got it twice in one year. Then? Nothing. Hard to find it. Then there's you. Suddenly? Twice in one night. You're sitting there, smiling, telling me I have a third one coming. In one night, I'm getting it more times than I ever got it in my whole life. I'm… wow."

  "Wanna know a secret? Might make you feel better, I think."

  "Sure."

  "How wet was I, when you finally gave it to me. Tell me the truth. Don't be shy about it."

  "It… right in. I'm not making fun of you, I'm just trying to say…"

  "Say it. How wet was I. Tell the truth."

  "You were so wet? I could hear every stroke. Sch-ck, sch-ck, sch-ck. You got the front of me all wet."

  "When I get to… do what we did twice? Yeah. It gets me hot, it gets me wet. When you asked for the second time, harder? Even hotter. You're giving me what I want, that I have trouble finding too. You… don't have to kiss my ass, to keep me. When I finally… collect? I'm going to be even more turned on. If I like something, I try to enjoy it. If you like me, and you like what we do? Keep enjoying it."

  "I will. I'm just a little nervous."

  "About what?"

  "If you meant what you said…"

  "Oh. That. I'm not unreasonable. I'll make you a deal."

  "What."

  "The 20 hard ones you owe me. I postponed it. If you're nervous, or scared? Just don't touch the radio."

  "I'm nervous. Or a little scared. Sure. But… I'm looking forward to it, too."

  "I'm pretty sure, you can't sit still for 20 of those hard ones. You'll need tied up. To keep you still. But, here's the thing."

  "Yeah."

  "You already owe me 20 hard ones. If you touch the radio again? You know what happens. We did light, we did medium. I even gave you a couple hard ones, so you'd know what to expect. But, if you touch the radio again, knowing what comes next… you already owe me the 20. The radio? Will be 20 more. So, make sure you understand that touching the radio gets you 40 hard ones. And yeah, I'm pretty sure you'll need tied up, or you won't be able to sit still for that."

  "Okay. Now I'm pretty sure, I just went from nervous? To scared."

  "Hmm. Don't do it then. Or, wait until you get the nerve up. Wait a little while. Have a few drinks. We have all night, and more. You're really scared, huh?"

  "Well, yeah. I mean, I like it. I do. I just think… you know… I might…"

  "You might what?"

  "You gonna make me say it? I'm… embarrassed."

  "Don't be. Say it."

  "What if I cry."

  "Then I see some tears. Its fine. This is our secret. No one else will know. That'll make me wet. You'll be making me very, very happy if you let me do it. Tears are okay. Don't be scared."

  "Will it make you hot, if you make me cry."

  "What do you think…"

  "That's what I figured. So. Is there anything else you like?"

  "Like…"

  "You want your earlobes nibbled on. You like having your wrist licked. You want a back rub. Whatever. Tell me what you want, or I don't know."

  "Hmm. You're very sweet, you know that? I know I want licked, before we're done. I haven't had that, in forever. And… you already know how wet I get when I bend you over. If you finally get the nerve up, to take your 40? I'm gonna be soaked, I'm really sure. I would love to get licked afterwards, if you were looking for ideas. That sounds kinda normal though, I guess. I mean, what girl doesn't want licked, right? Like asking a guy if he wants a blowjob. Its a given. Um… I would like… I know. A massage. A back rub, a shoulder rub. A leg rub, an arm rub. I wanna y there, for a long time… and just get a full body massage. Over and over. That? Would be heaven."

  "You want licked, after you get hot and bothered… and a long body massage."

  "Yep. What about you? Something you want, that you don't normally get? Other than what you're already getting. Run it by me. You never know."

  "The blowjob sounded nice."

  "You're getting one, sooner or ter, I promise. That's not a special request. Something special? Something you normally wouldn't get, something you don't know how to ask for. Just ask. Worst I can do is say no."

  "Well. I wouldn't wanna make you mad. I might get tied up, and get 200 super hard ones."

  "Its not like that. Worst I would do, is say no. Look. I wouldn't lie about that. If I say you'll get 20? You get 20. If I say you'll get 40, tied? You get 40, tied. Don't go thinking that you said or did the wrong thing, and once you're tied up, you get 200. Why would I do that. I'd never have my fun anymore."

  "What about… your butt."