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Subject: {ASSM} An Evening With Amy (M/f humil, spanking, nc)
Date: Wed, 30 May 2001 23:10:03 -0400
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A work of fiction that you really shouldn't take too seriously.  If you are 
too young, too impressionable or easily offended then don't read on.

This is the third of three tales.

STORY .  An Evening With Amy.

I arrived home that evening with my mind awash with the possibilities for 
the week ahead. Claire, my wife was away for the week and myself and 
Claire's daughter, Amy, were to amuse ourselves.  I won't dwell on the 
arrangements but suffice to say that Amy is subject to a fairly strict 
regime at home and of late that regime has become ever more wide ranging.  
Amy has taken on the role of "wifely duties" as Claire would put it. 
Following the events of the previous week Amy has been left in little doubt 
as to what that will entail, although I suspect she hasn't quite grasped the 
full implications just yet.

She was stood at the sink in the kitchen cleaning a few plates before we ate 
and I was able to take the time to watch as she went about her task.  She 
was a very attractive seventeen year old and with her hair newly cut in a 
short bob she looked very cute indeed.  She was wearing the short cotton 
dress that Claire had bought her a while ago and underneath I was fairly 
sure she was wearing nothing.  Claire had laid some fairly clear rules prior 
to leaving and in amongst them were a few things about dress, or more 
accurately the lack of it.  I sat watching and thinking of the rather 
revealing phone conversation I had had with Peter, Claire's brother 
yesterday evening.  I'm not sure quite how we had got to the line of 
conversation about Claire in her younger days but it had become apparent 
from his comments that Claire was not unfamiliar herself with the treatment 
that she doled out with such enthusiasm to Amy.  Pete had, with great 
amusement,  told the story of the paddle that had hung on the kitchen door 
when they were younger for the express purpose of disciplining his older 
sister.  This brief snip of information had fired my imagination  and I had 
acquired a small plywood paddle that afternoon.  It's original purpose was 
as a chills toy but it would fit the bill just fine as Amy's punishment 
paddle.  I had spoken to Claire to explain the idea, without telling her of 
the conversation with Pete. She made no mention of any similar experience 
but seemed to think that the idea was excellent.

On the table in front of me sat the newly acquired paddle and a tube of 
lubricant that I thought may be wise to cope with Amy's possible reluctant 
participation in some of my plans.

While Amy busied herself preparing some food I took to putting a small hook 
in the back of the kitchen door and hung the paddle through a hole in its 
handle.  Amy glanced across several times but without comment.

"Amy, come here a second would you"

Amy came across to where I stood by the door.

"What do you think of that then ?  Hopefully this will act as a reminder for 
you to do as you are asked and if not it will always be handy for us to 
remind you.  Both myself and your mother thought it would be a good idea."

I waited as Amy stood without comment.

"Turn around and lift your dress, I think it would be a good idea to test 
your new paddle."

She hesitated only momentarily before hesitantly turning and lifting her 
dress just enough to reveal her naked bottom.

"A little further I think before this becomes a punishment for real."

This time she pulled the dress right up showing her slim figure to great 
effect, much more and she might as well have taken the dress off completely. 
  I took the paddle from the hook and swung it in the air for effect before 
stroking her bottom with its smooth wooden surface.

"bend forward a little would you". I tapped the paddle lightly on her rear 
as I instructed her.

Amy bent forward offering her bottom to the paddle.  I took a moment to 
admire her slim tapering waist and her delicious spankable bottom. Swinging 
the paddle with considerable vigour I gave her a single sharp blow.  It made 
the most resounding crack and judging by the way Amy sprang forward it 
delivered a stinging blow to her quickly reddening cheeks.

"Excellent, That seems to do the job just fine. Did that sting a little?"

Amy nodded while rubbing herself.

"You'd better be careful not to do anything to deserve it for real" I smiled

"Yes Sir" Amy replied.

I'm not quite sure where she got the "Sir" from. I'd never told her to 
address me in that way, possibly something Claire had instructed her to do.  
Nevertheless I quite liked it in a strange sort of way, something about how 
she said it.  I think Amy was a natural sumissive.

"I've got a couple of presents for you later and I think you might like them 
a little more than the paddle"

Amy gave me a look that suggested that she was not altogether convinced.

My mind spun with the possibilities of the evening ahead. First things first 
though, I had some work to finish and no doubt Claire would be on the phone 
to remind me of what a terribly tedious time she was having working away.  I 
would agree with her, naturally, although I had plenty to amuse me while she 
was away.

I sat in the study for what seemed like an age trying to clear up some 
things for work tomorrow but I found concentration difficult with the 
thoughts of Amy running through my head.  I eventually gave in to the 
inevitable and called through to the kitchen for Amy to join me.  She 
arrived fairly promptly and stood waiting for me to speak to her.  I left 
her to stand for a while before turning to speak.

"Go and take a shower and come back her when you're done, I have a small 
present that I'm sure you're going to love.  Off you go and don't be long"

Amy turned towards the door.

"Oh, I nearly forgot, you'll find a new razor in the cabinet with some foam, 
make sure you're nice and smooth. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir, I think so," her voice quivered as she spoke.

"And you don't need to get dressed again."

Amy hesitated as if to say something then headed towards the door.

I sat pondering as I waited for her to return.  It was quite incredible how 
placid and cooperative Amy was with the situation. I understood that Claire 
as her mother would have a certain influence but Amy had known me for a 
little over two years, a year of which Claire and I had been married. There 
was little reason for her to react as she did, yet despite the occasional 
protest she would inevitably do what she was told.

My thoughts where interrupted by Amy's return.  She hadn't dressed but had a 
towel wrapped around her to preserve her dignity.  Her hair was still 
slightly wet and there were beads of moisture on her shoulders and legs as 
she stood looking worried.

Reaching into the desk drawer I took out a bottle.

"There, how do you like the look of this," I said.  "Herbal body oil 
designed to moisturise and soften the skin, apply to the skin after bathing 
it says here on the label. I  bought this today, smells good as well," I 
removed the top and put the bottle under my nose.

"Thankyou," Amy replied looking slightly confused as to what was expected of 
her.

"Let me put some on for you." I stood and walked over to Amy.

"Turn around," I said and poured some of the oil into my palm.  As Amy 
turned so that she had her back to me I rubbed my hands together to warm the 
oil and then placed my hands on her bare shoulders.

"There, how do you like that ?"  I massaged the oil into her although I 
detected a little tension.

"Pull the towel down so that you can get the full benefit.  It's for all 
your body apparently, very good for the skin"

"Please, do I have to ?" Amy pleaded.

"I think we covered this earlier. You have a choice.  Either do as you are 
asked and pull the towel down or go to the kitchen, get the paddle and then 
pull the towel off while I spank you. Which will it be?"

Reluctantly Amy undid the towel and pulled it down to her waist, wrapping it 
tightly and placing her arms across her breasts.

"You'll need to show yourself to get the full benefit, arms away now."

I poured some more oil on my hands and started to run my hands down Amy's 
back.  Circling her waist and rubbing the oil onto her stomach.  I resisted 
the temptation to remove the towel further and let my hands stray below her 
hips, instead I ran my hands upward to take a firm hold of her breasts.  She 
felt good as I lifted and stroked her young tits, feeling their weight in my 
hands and gliding my palms across her nipples.  I could feel myself getting 
hard as I worked the oil into her.

"Does that feel good?" I asked.

Amy nodded her assent although with little conviction as I brought my hands 
back to her shoulders.  She really was every bit the dutiful step daughter.  
Her upper body now glistened with the oil and I let my hands wander back to 
her breasts squeezing gently and pinching the little buds of her nipples.

"Now for the rest of you, I hope you did a good job with the razor.  Let's 
get rid of the towel ?"  I moved to pull the towel away.

"Please don't." Amy held the towel in place.

"I think you're going to have to learn to follow instructions without an 
argument every time and I think I know just what you need to convince you" 
As I said it I left the room and headed to the kitchen.  I took the paddle 
from the hook on the door and returned rather glad that I had an excuse to 
test the new toy again.

Amy had quickly realised what was in store and had taken the towel away. She 
now stood naked, her hands behind her back offering herself.  I wasn't about 
to let the opportunity slip however and a touch of discipline might make 
more of a point.

"I'm sorry. Can we just carry on," Amy pleaded

"You've got to learn," I replied.  "Two strokes and then we'll carry on." I 
stood to the side of her and readied the paddle.  "Hands on your head, head 
up and bottom out, if you act in a silly fashion then you should expect to 
have to stand and look silly while you take your punishment" I instructed.

Amy reluctantly complied, put her hands to her head, bent herself forward 
and presented her bare bottom.

"Good girl." I gave her a few light taps of he paddle before swinging it and 
delivering a resounding spank right in the centre of the delicious target 
she offered.

Amy let out a sharp breath but to her credit managed to stay almost still.  
I stepped back.

"Anything to say?"

"I'm sorry," she whimpered.

Stepping forward again I tapped her lightly before giving another full 
bloodied swing of the paddle.  This time she let out a cry and was unable to 
stop herself straightening up and jumping forward.

"I think we'll try that again," I said with thinly hidden glee. " Back in 
position," I instructed.

Amy resumed her undignified pose, her shoulders pushed back and her bottom 
out.  The arch of her back giving the added spectacle of her  oiled tits  
thrust out in front of her.

"Further out, make it look like you want it," I said tapping her gently on 
the bottom.

She arched her back further and pushed her bottom out even more struggling 
to hold herself in position.

"Good girl, " As I said it I delivered another stinging blow.  She let out a 
gasp of breath and bit into her lip to avoid a scream, admirably just about 
holding her position.

"Very good, I knew you could do it.  Now what have you to say"

"I'm sorry, I've learnt my lesson"

"Good, now turn around and hands on your head."  I poured some more oil on 
my hands and with Amy with her back to me I placed both hands first on her 
hips and then moving to take both cheeks of her slightly reddening bottom in 
my hands. I massaged the oil into her sore skin for a few moments enjoying 
the embarrassment it was obviously causing.

"Legs apart so we can see how you got on with the razor."  She shuffled her 
feet apart as I moved one hand around her and slid it between her legs.  She 
had indeed made a very good job of shaving herself and felt wonderfully 
smooth. I slid my fingers across the lips of her pussy but was careful not 
to enter her.  I continued to massage her as I explained what I wanted her 
to do next.

"I think you deserve your other present even though you've been a little 
stubborn." I said with a good deal of mock sincerity.  "You need to go to 
your room and when I come up I expect you to be ready.  I'll need you lying 
on your bed and I want to see those legs wide apart, ready and waiting.  Do 
you understand ?"

"Yes Sir," she replied with a quiver to her voice that suggested she was 
close to tears.

"No need to worry but you might need to take the oil to make sure you've 
used it all over."  As I said this I pushed two of my fingers inside her.

"Is that understood ?"

Amy just nodded her head and I slowly took my fingers out of her pussy.  I 
gave her a slap on her bottom to usher her away.

"Off you go."

She practically ran from the room before stopping, realising she had 
forgotten the oil. She turned back and came to take the bottle from me.

"Remember, ready and waiting, I want those legs to be wide apart when I come 
up," with that I gave her the bottle and let her go.

I  waited for about fifteen minutes or so and got together the things that I 
would need for the second part of my evenings entertainment.  All the while 
I had the picture in my mind of Amy lying on the bed legs spread wide and 
rubbing the oil into her freshly shaven pussy.  When I went up  to her room 
I made enough noise to announce my arrival and sure enough she was lying on 
her back on the bed and had obediently spread her legs wide apart.  Her skin 
still shone from the massage oil that had been put on her earlier and her 
pussy glistened as she lay waiting.

"Very good Amy," you look good enough to eat. "Looks like I wont need the 
paddle after all."

I had brought a bag with me and I took the paddle from it and lay it on the 
table at the side of the bed.  Next I took a blindfold from the bag, just a 
strip of cloth really but it would do just fine.

"I want you to hold on to the frame at the top of the bed and whatever you 
do don't let go otherwise I'll be using that paddle to make sure you don't 
sit down for  a week."  Amy fairly quickly complied and held tightly onto 
the bed frame.  "Now lift your knees, bend your legs and lift your knees 
back.  Keep your legs spread wide so that you can show yourself off."

Amy lifted her knees and spread her legs wide.

"Good girl.  Now you really are showing all your charms"

Now with her knees bent,legs spread wide and reaching to hold the frame of 
the bed, her tits sitting up and begging to be stroked I could feel my 
excitement growing.  I leant over her and put the blindfold around her head, 
tying it quite tight.

"Very good, you look quite wonderful, just relax and enjoy yourself."

I sat on the side of the bed and ran my hands over her.  First across her 
youthful and buoyant breasts, down her flat stomach and to rest between her 
legs.

"Are you sure you used the oil all over Amy ?" I  rubbed  her pussy as I 
asked. "You know what happens to naughty girls who don't do as they're 
asked."

"I did, honest I did what you said," she pleaded in reply.

"I'm not sure you used quite enough then.  I'll give you a chance this time 
but I want you to apply a little more to yourself."

I picked the bottle from the table at the bedside and taking Amy's hand I 
guided it to between her legs.

"As I drip the oil I need you  to work it all over, in and out. Do you 
understand."

"Yes Sir," she replied with a tremor to her voice.

"You wont be spanked if you do as you are told.  Now off you go."

Sitting beside her I dripped a small amount of oil onto her hand as she 
started to rub herself.

"In and out remember," I reminded her.

She started to work her fingers inside her pussy.

"That's the way.  You've done this before I can tell.  You keep going while 
I get your next little present."

 From the bag I took a vibrator. It was one that Claire had bought some 
months ago.  I waited a couple of minutes watching Amy finger herself, 
anxiously pushing her fingers in and out of her well oiled pussy.

"Good girl, now hands away hold the bed frame and legs nice and wide."

I turned the bottom of the shaft of the vibrator to start the gentle hum and 
placed it's tip on the lips of Amy's pussy. I  moved it only slightly before 
teasing her clitoris.

"Now that should feel good I hope.  I'm going to push this right in and I 
want you to lie back and enjoy yourself. You keep hold of the bed and no 
touching.  If it slides out I'm going to give you a dozen slaps with your 
paddle, ok"

I eased the vibrator into her.  It wasn't very thick and glided in with 
little effort.  It was about eight inches in length and I slid it in most of 
the way into her.

"Relax, legs wide and pull your knees back but don't let it slip"

I stood back to take in the sight.  Amy lay, blindfolded, arms above her 
holding the bed, her legs wide apart with the gentle hum of the vibrator 
which poking from her shaven and oiled pussy.  As I watched I started to 
strip off my clothes.  The excitement of watching her was just too much to 
take any longer without getting a little more involved.

"I think while your enjoying your present you should show me just how 
grateful you are."

I climbed on the bed and straddled Amy.  I lifted her head to put a pillow 
under her.

"You keep your toy inside you Amy and open your mouth for me would you.  I 
want you to suck me off and as a special treat you can swallow everything 
when you're done."

Amy's lips parted and I placed the tip of my cock on her lips.

"Good girl.  Now open wide."

I pushed myself further into her mouth, pulling her head forward so that she 
could take more of me. As I pushed into her I could tell she was struggling, 
spluttering slightly as she tried desperately to suck on my cock as I pulled 
her head onto me.  I leaned myself further forward as I slid my cock through 
her lips with a steady rhythm.  As I played the scenes of the evening 
through my mind as I looked down at her mouth wrapped around me and I felt 
the growing excitement of a climax.  I thought of what was to come. Maybe 
I'd fuck her oiled pussy when I'd finished.  Maybe I'd bend her forward and 
spank that cute bottom anyway before I  fuck her.  As the possibilities ran 
through my mind I felt the building of my climax and finally the release and 
pleasure as I came in her mouth.  She tried to pull herself away but I held 
her head as I pumped myself into her throat.  I pulled myself out of her 
mouth and pushed her head back.

"Make sure you swallow , there's a good girl."  I held her nose as she 
gasped and gulped

As I sat back onto her stomach it became apparent that the hum of the 
vibrator no longer came from Amy's pussy.

"It seems you got a little carried away in all the excitement and lost your 
toy !  You know what I said about not doing as you are told you naughty girl 
and you know exactly what happens to naughty girls don't you?"

I reached for the paddle.....




An original tale from Kim, your comments and ideas to kysaq@hotmail.com 
gratefully received.




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