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Subject: {ASSM} New Story: The Kyla Crepe Myrtle Incident (F/M spank)
Date: Sat, 21 Jul 2001 13:10:06 -0400
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New Story: The Kyla Crepe Myrtle Incident (F/M)

A couple of months after Kyla and I had become lovers, she had a
little get-together at her place one evening.  A half-dozen of her
friends - current and former co-workers - showed up just to spend an
evening together.

Kyla is a rather tall blonde - five foot eleven - the same height as I
am, and over-the-knee spankings are her favorite.  She really applies
the paddle hard, and I also know that when she has me across her lap,
I'm not going anywhere until SHE decides to let me up, regardless of
my wiggling.

"Hey, what's this?!" Analisa shouted from across the room.  My heart
did a flip-flop when I saw her holding up the paddle that Kyla uses on
me.

"Oh!" Kyla laughed.  "I didn't even know that was there!  Rick, I
thought you were supposed to put those things away.  Tell her what
it's for."

Blushing slightly, I explained, "well, we sort of play with that,"
hoping that would be the end of it.

Kyla wasn't satisfied.  "What the hell does THAT mean!?  Tell her what
it's for!"

I knew I couldn't evade any longer.  "Kyla spanks me with that - it's
a paddle."

Kyla interjected, "When I paddle you, I don't see you treating it as
'playing' with it."

"Oh, wow!" Analisa exclaimed, and the others became quiet.

I noticed Analisa's wide eyes, and Kyla did too.

"Since you carelessly left that paddle out there, Rick, maybe I should
give a demonstration with it," Kyla said in a voice loud enough for
all to hear.

Kyla looked around.  The other ladies were obviously interested, but
no one wanted to say anything to betray their interest.  Although I
was hoping things would stay that way, Kyla forced their hand by
saying, "Well, I don't know if they're interested in a demo - so maybe
I'll take care of you afterward."

Immediately the guests filled the air with their appeals to Kyla.
Phrases such as "Come on, Kyla!", "Oh yes, please", and "Let's have a
demonstration!" punctuated the evening.

"Okay, my pet," Kyla said to me, "Let's show them how it's done!"
With the paddle in one hand, she led me by the hand to an armless
chair and seated herself.  She started to undo my belt and fly.

"Wait," I said, "I thought that, uh..."

"You thought you weren't going to have to bare your bottom?!  Rick, I
thought you knew better than that! I ALWAYS spank on the bare bottom.
Now are you going to pull your pants down, or are you going to earn
extra?"

Trying not to notice the other women there, I undid my jeans and
tugged them down just below my bottom.

"Those too."

I slipped my briefs down and Kyla guided me across her lap.  The room
was silent and charged with anticipation.  I had never had an audience
before when being spanked.  The first swat imparted a sharp
penetrating heat.  A couple of seconds later she swatted on the other
side of my bottom.  Kyla swatted with her characteristic strength, and
when she had delivered the sixth spank I was squirming.  By the tenth
swat I was squirming and shouting.  Although I tried my best to keep
from any vocal manifestation of my pain (an audience can have that
effect on some people), I freely gave way to frantic shouts.

After twenty swats Kyla paused.

"That's how I warm his little bottom," she told the others.  "But I
don't know if he's had enough yet.  Do you think he needs more?"

Sandy piped up, "Hey Kyla, don't you have a crepe myrtle tree out
there?"

Kyla gave her a quizzical look.

Sandy continued, "I think you should give him a good old fashioned
switching with a crepe myrtle switch.  What do you think?"

"I've never done that," Kyla's sweet voice answered.  "It does sound
interesting."

"I'll show you how!" Sandy volunteered.  "All I need to do is go out
and cut a couple switches and prepare them, and I can show you how to
give it."

Kyla's legs stirred; I was still across her lap with my pants down,
and I could tell from the way she moved that she was interested, and
probably aroused too.

"Go for it, Sandy," Kyla responded.  "I think Rick needs some more
spanking tonight."

Oh, no.  I've already been paddled, and now I'm going to get a
switching, probably with everyone watching!  Kyla had me stay,
barebottomed, across her lap, which was humiliating.  Sandy returned a
few minutes later and hastily peeled the leaves off the switches and
rinsed them at the sink.

"Okay, now," Sandy instructed, "I want him face down - on a bed, or on
the floor here.  We can put a cushion under him so he'll present
better."

Kyla had me get off her lap and told me not to pull my pants up.  She
got a firm cushion from the sofa and placed it on the carpet in the
middle of the room.  Sandy's dominant streak emerged as she looked at
me and pointed to the cushion.  "Get down there now," she ordered.

When I was positioned with my hips raised, Sandy suggested that two or
three of them hold me in place.  Kyla knelt in front of where I was
and held my shoulders.  Cassie grabbed my ankles.

"Now the basic thing," Sandy instructed, "is to just USE the switches.
Use 'em, use 'em, use 'em, until they're worn out.  I'm going to
switch only on his little bottom, but if you want to give a really
good one, you can switch on his legs too.  Okay, Kyla?"

"Go ahead!"

My dread of the impending switching was well-founded.  There is
nothing that compares with the sharp urgency of a switch when it
strikes.  A switch is usually very flexible, and curls around to
wherever it can when it makes contact.

My hips bounced and jerked when Sandy switched me.  I twisted and
writhed against the restraints imposed by the women holding me down.

"OW! OH! Aahh! No! Please! OW! Stop! NO! Aaaah!  That-hurts! OW! ..."

Sandy paid no heed to my most sincere supplication.  She paused when
the switch was worn out, grabbed the second one and started fresh.  I
struggled arduously against Kyla's and Cassie's grip.  I vigorously
jerked my hips every time the switch fell across my well-reddened bare
bottom.  I continued my vocal reaction, which had intensified with the
commencement of the new switch.  After what was to me an endless
switching, Sandy stopped, indicating that the second switch was worn
out.  Kyla and Cassie released their hold on me.  I stayed the way I
was - I didn't want to have anything else come in contact with my
well-paddled and well-switched bottom.

"That is how to give a proper switching!" Sandy announced.

"I wish my boyfriend would move like that when we're in bed," Analisa
stated.  The others giggled.

"Me too," blurted Cassie.  "If mine was that lively, I'd never let him
out of bed!"

"That gives me an idea," Kyla mused aloud.  She told me I could pull
my pants back up and then said, "Sandy, come with me to the other room
for a minute."  The two women spent about ten minutes talking, and
occasionally giggling, and then came back out.

Later that night when I was tasting Kyla's sweet delights I asked her
what transpired in her talk with Sandy.  She said she'd tell me in a
few days about some plans they made, and wouldn't say any more.

The next weekend, Kyla asked me over for dinner.  When I arrived Sandy
was there too, and appeared happy to see me.  Kyla was excited and
nervous at the same time.  We had dinner, cleaned up, and went into
the other room.  Kyla had something on her mind, and I knew I was
about to find out what their plans were.  Kyla was seated next to me
on my left, and Sandy was on my right.  They both snuggled fairly
close, and I had to admit that I was finding their attentions
pleasant, even arousing.

Sandy and Kyla both made it a point to be in physical contact with me.
Kyla spoke up first.  "I want to make you at ease around Sandy.  Do
you remember last weekend, after Sandy gave you the switching, we went
in the other room?"

How could I forget?  I was curious about that all week.  I nodded
silently.

"Well," she continued after hesitating, "When Analisa said something
about wishing that her boyfriend moved like you did during the
switching, I thought it was so erotic.  The thought of you giving me
that kind of a ride - I just couldn't get it off my mind.  I have to
experience it.  So I asked Sandy if she'd be willing to, uhmm, use a
switch on you when we're... in bed.  She said she needed to think
about it, and when we talked a few days later, she said she'd do it if
I would do the same for her."  She looked at me with her erotic eyes
and said, "Would you do that for me?"

The way Kyla was squirming indicated that she was aroused, and that,
in turn, caused me to get hard, in spite of my initial reservations.

"How are you going to make it work well?" I asked.  She sensed my
concern and replied, "We know that you have to be at ease with Sandy
in there too - no problem there.  And she knows that she's got to
start gently and only increase the intensity when you're too turned on
to have it affect you.  What say we get started?"

Sandy and Kyla led me to the bedroom.  I saw a couple of prepared
switches that had been placed by the bed.  To my surprise, Sandy
quickly stripped naked.  Kyla started to remove her clothes, looked at
me, giggled, and said, "Well, come on - take your clothes off, too!"

I hurried to catch up with them, and when we were all naked, Kyla got
on the bed and moved to one end and motioned for me to join her.  Then
Sandy got on the bed and lay next to me on the other side.  Both women
ran their hands all over my body, getting me erect in no time.  Sandy
played with my testicles while Kyla gently and sensuously kissed me.
Then, to my delight, Sandy took over with the kisses while Kyla
manipulated my throbbing member and testicles.  Kyla retreated and
Sandy rolled over on top of me in full body contact.

"I think we're ready," Kyla announced after a couple of minutes.  My
erection was raging with arousal.  Sandy got up and Kyla got back on
the bed and pulled me on top of her.  I slipped in easily and Kyla
moaned.

"Easy now," she said.  "I don't want you to come too soon."

I felt the switch very lightly on my buttocks, tickling, as I slowly
thrust into Kyla.  Sandy switched a little harder.  I could feel it,
although it didn't hurt.  Kyla moaned when Sandy added more force and
I intensified my thrusting.  Sandy steadily increased the strength of
the switching, and I could definitely feel the intensity of the switch
strokes.  My arousal, however, caused me not to feel the strokes in
the same way as I had the previous week.

"Uhh... Ahh... Ohhh..." I clamored as Sandy switched my bottom rather
severely.  I pounded Kyla with my raging boner, to her obvious
delight.  Kyla's reaction was all the more arousing to me, and I
became aware, as I approached the point of ejaculation, that the
switch strokes were being directly transformed into pleasure, even
though Sandy was vigorously applying the switch.

Kyla stirred under me in a way that I recognized was her impending
cresting to an orgasm. She squeezed her eyes shut, gritted her teeth,
and wiggled her hips and legs.  Sandy thrashed me furiously with the
switch as I jerked my hips and spurted into Kyla. It seemed that all
my anxiety and pain shot out of me into Kyla's womanhood in the form
of lust and semen.

A few minutes after I pulled out of Kyla, I started to feel the effect
of her switching on my bottom, though I still had an emotional
afterglow from the unique way that Kyla and Sandy affected me.

Sandy admitted that the whole scene was very arousing to her and that
she was hot.  Kyla suggested that I pleasure Sandy with my mouth. I
did exactly that.  Sandy got on the bed and parted her legs, and I
went to work on her creamy womanhood while Kyla watched.

After the session, Kyla remarked that she greatly enjoyed the romp,
and that she would need to practice giving switchings a few times
before she could reciprocate.

She looked at me, and I knew that I would have a very sore bottom on
several occasions in the next couple of weeks.


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