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Subject: {ASSM} Repost: Posing for Kirsten;Personal Assistant;Schoolgirls
Date: Sun, 16 Dec 2001 23:10:13 -0500
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   Personal Assistant by Laura Lynn Davis F/F Bnd Copyright 2001, all
rights reserved



   I was twenty-two, fresh out of college, and rapidly learning that the
'real world' isn't the warm, cozy place that college had been.  I was
tempted to go back and go to grad school but my father had made it clear
that I was on my own now.  When I'd broached the subject of grad school
he'd smiled and said, "Nicki, if you can swing it, fine.  But I have to
think about your sisters now." So the free ride was over.

   I'd interviewed for a trainee job at a small, private financial firm but
it hadn't gone well.  I was leaving when the receptionist called my name
and said, "Ms.  Teal, our CEO would like to speak to you.  Please go down
to the end of the hall and speak to Ms.  Johnson, her private secretary."

   I went to see Ms.  Johnson and was surprised when I was ushered right
into the CEO's office.  I was expecting an older woman, picturing someone
like my faculty advisor - fiftyish, gray hair, stout and formidable.  Mrs.
Hansen turned out to be a woman in her early thirties with black hair.  A
sleek, fit woman wearing a gray Armani suit with a short skirt that showed
off her long legs.  Not a beautiful woman but a very attractive woman.  A
woman whose strong features made her memorable even if she wasn't truly
beautiful.  If I had to use one word to describe her that word would be
sleek, like a leopard or an ocelot.

   She invited me to sit down, waving her hand at the chair just to the
left of her desk.  I sat and she interviewed me all over again.  After
almost an hour she asked me if I'd like a job that paid $125,000 per year
with a guaranteed pay raise of at least 10% each year.  I grinned and said,
"Who do I have to kill?"

   She smiled and opened the center drawer in her desk.  She took out a
form and a stack of $100 bills.  She counted out ten and set them down. 
"Nicki please read this non-disclosure form and sign it.  When you do the
money is yours no matter what you decide." I read the form, taking my time
because I'd never seen one before.  It was pretty clear.  I would face all
sorts of dire penalties if I disclosed what was said between the time I
signed the form and the time I left Mrs.  Hansen's office.  I signed and
she gave me the money in exchange for the signed form.

   What she offered me was a job as her private personal assistant.  It was
a 24x7x365 job.  I would see all, hear all, and tell nothing.  I would obey
her without hesitation no matter what and I would see to her needs.  All of
her needs, personal, professional, and sexual.  She made it clear that she
was hiring me because I had the combination of looks, strength, and
intelligence that she wanted.  (I'm 5' 8", blonde hair, hazel eyes, 129
pounds, good figure, nice legs, strong athletic body.  I'm very pretty,
verging on, but not quite beautiful.)

   She told me I'd be trained to act as her bodyguard.  Then she pulled out
a contract and filled in some spaces.  It was for ten years.  At the end of
that time I'd get a bonus of $250,000.  Mrs.  Hansen would pay all of my
expenses during that time.  My salary could go straight into investments.
There would be annual bonuses.

   I was dazzled, to say the least!  The sexual requirements bothered me a
little but not enough to cause me to turn down that much money.  I smiled
and made a joke.  "It sounds like you're buying a slave."

   She didn't smile.  "Exactly."

   "I need to think.  Can I give you my answer tomorrow?"

   She shook her head.  "Take all the time you want but you can't leave
this office without giving me an answer.  One way or another."

   I got up and walked over to the nearest window.  I paced back and forth.
Mrs.  Hansen busied herself with her mail and paid no attention to me. 
Finally, I went back and sat down.  I picked up the pen she'd left on top
of the contract.  "Wait, don't sign yet." I glanced at her in surprise. 
"Stand up and take off your clothes."

   I stood up without hesitation and slipped my suit jacket off.  She told
me later that the slightest sign of hesitation would have disqualified me
on the spot.  She went back to reading her mail while I disrobed.  When I
was done I sat down, picked up the pen, and signed.  She smiled and said,
"Take it to Ms.  Johnson and ask her to make three copies." When I reached
for my bra she smiled and said, "No.  Go now."

   I picked up the signed contract and walked to the door.  Ms.  Johnson
was located in an outer office that was almost as private as Mrs.  Hansen's
office.  She glanced up as I came through the door and didn't seem at all
surprised to see me naked.  I held out the contract and said, "Mrs.  Hansen
would like three copies, please."

   She smiled and nodded.  "Of course, right away.  Please wait and I'll
take care of it right now." She got up and crossed the room to the copier.
I waited while she made the copies.  When she returned she smiled and said,
"Welcome aboard, Ms.  Teal.  I'm sure it will be a pleasure working with
you." She paused and I saw her eyes flick over my body.  "You're very
lovely."

   I brought the contract back to Mrs.  Hansen and she put one copy in an
envelope for me.  The she wrote an address on the back of the envelope and
put a key on top of it.  "I'm giving you three days to arrange your affairs
and move your personal possessions into my place.  I've written my address
on the back of this envelope.  This key will let you in.  Oh, let me write
down the security code." She did so and then continued, "Do you foresee any
difficulty in meeting my deadline?"

   I shook my head.  "No, Mrs.  Hansen."

   She smiled.  "Good!  And please call me Nora when we're alone." She
stroked my thigh and whispered, "I wish I could try you now!  Get dressed
and get going."

   The next three days were busy ones for me but I had myself moved in
before she arrived home on the third day.  I was waiting in the living room
of her spacious condo when she got home.  It was shortly after 7:00 p.m.,
an early night for her as I later learned, and she smiled when she came in
and saw me sitting on the sofa.  I was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, my feet
bare.

   I stood up as she approached.  She slipped her arms around me and kissed
me on the lips, a light kiss, merely brushing my lips with hers.  She
slipped her hands under my t-shirt and ran them up my back, smiling when
she failed to find a bra strap.  "Good girl, but I'd prefer you nude.  In
fact, the rule when we're at home is you're to be nude at all times, unless
I give you permission to dress.  Understand?"

   I nodded.  "Yes, Nora.  What if there's someone else present?" As I
spoke I was unsnapping my jeans.

   She stepped back and watched me disrobe.  "It doesn't matter who's here.
If I haven't given you permission to dress you stay nude."

   I stepped out of my jeans and then removed my t-shirt.  "Yes, Nora." I
pushed my panties down and stepped out of them, blushing slightly as I
tossed them on top of my jeans.  She cupped my tits and fondled them
gently. We're about the same height but in heels she was about 2" taller
than me.

   "Have you ever been with a woman?"

   I sighed as my nipples hardened under her thumbs.  "Yes, once."

   "And?"

   "It was very enjoyable but it only happened once."

   "Why only once?"

   "Because I didn't want to be different.  The school was small and I was
afraid of becoming known as a dyke.  As an athlete, I was already a member
of a suspect group."

   She smiled.  "None of that matters now, Nicki.  You're not in school any
more and you're mine." She pinched my nipples and I whimpered as the
pain/pleasure shot through me.  "I'm not a sadist, I won't cause you pain
unnecessarily but I do intend to dominate you.  It may cause you problems
because I'll require you to make decisions in your role as my assistant,
business decisions, but in your personal role, your personal life, I will
make all of the decisions.  You won't do a thing without my permission. 
Understand?"

   I let my head droop, as if I was exhausted.  And, in a way I was.  This
was what I'd wanted all of my life - a strong person to take charge and
tell me what to do and when to do it.  I just never realized it might be a
woman.  "Yes, ma'am.  I understand."

   She slid her right hand down over my belly and cupped my vulva.  "This
bush will have to go." Her other hand brushed the hair back from my
forehead.  "And this will have to be cut, a short razor cut to give you the
tomboy look I prefer.  There may be other changes.  I might want rings for
your nipples maybe, but no tattoos.  I hate tattoos on a woman." She
tweaked my nipples and I moaned.  "You have such pretty pink nipples!  And
they're so hard!"

   She crouched in front of me and began running her hands over my legs. 
It reminded me of a scene in a movie I'd seen where a man was examining a
horse.  She ran her hands over every inch of my body.  Then she cupped my
chin and said, "Open your mouth."

   She examined my teeth and then she slid her thumb into my mouth.  It was
a surprising erotic thing to have her thumb in my mouth, pressing down on
my tongue.  "I own you." Her voice was soft but commanding.  "Don't you
ever forget it!"

   I said, "Yes, ma'am." But it came out garbled.

   She understood anyway and she smiled.  I'm going to have you start
working out with a personal trainer.  I have a young woman in mind.  She's
a hard, sadistic little bitch but she'll get you in top shape quickly.  I
want a more cut look so she'll dictate your diet too.  But I won't let her
hurt you.  I'll punish you if I see fit but I won't let anyone else punish
you.  By the way, how is your pain tolerance?"

   She took her thumb out of my mouth.  "I'm not sure.  I broke a couple of
bones growing up and it hurt like hell.  I cried."

   She couldn't seem to keep her hands off me, not that I minded.  She
stroked my back and whispered, "We'll find out later.  I'll cane you." I
shivered.  I was scared but also excited.  "Do you want sex?"

   I nodded eagerly.  "Yes!"

   She put me on my hands and knees on the dining room table and fondled my
breasts with her left hand while masturbating me with her right hand.  I
was wet and ready and it didn't take her long to have me totally aroused,
whimpering in frustration as she teased me to the edge of orgasm and then
backed off.  "I understand that you'll have the occasional craving for cock
so I'll arranged to have you serviced regularly.  Are you on the pill?"

   I shook my head.  "No."

   "We'll lay in a stock of condoms.  Or would your rather go on the pill?
Or shall I have you fixed?"

   I glanced at her and saw that she was smiling.  "Condoms, please."

   'Where shall I have them do you?  Your cunt?"

   "Yesssss."

   "Your mouth?"

   "Yesss, there too."

   "Your ass?"

   I shook my head.  "No!  Not there!  Please!"

   She chuckled.  "Do you want to come?"

   I nodded vigorously.  "Oh, yes!  Please!"

   "Will you take it in the ass if I command it?"

   I took a deep breath.  "Yes."

   Her left hand moved down across my belly and she found my clit, flicking
it with the tip of her forefinger.  I threw my head back and screamed with
pleasure as I came and came and came!  It seemed like it lasted for an hour
but it probably wasn't more than 10 or 12 seconds.  It lasted much longer
than any of my previous orgasms, and was much more intense.

   She continued to stroke me while I calmed down.  When my breathing had
become regular again she kissed my shoulder and said, "I think you need a
shower." She was right.  My body was covered with perspiration.  "But first
I think you need to get cleaned out.  A nice enema to purify you as you
start your new life."

   She patted my butt and said, "Let's go." I hopped down from the table
and she took my hand and led me down the hall to the huge marble bathroom.
She had me roll up the bath mat while she prepared the enema bag.  I'd
never had one before and I was rather leery.  She put me on my belly on the
cold tile with my knees drawn up under my body.  I watch out of the corner
of my eye as she hung the enema bag from a hook set high in the wall.  She
greased the black plastic nozzle with petroleum jelly.  Then she crouched
and spread my buttocks with one hand.  "My, what a cute little asshole you
have!  All dusky beige and nicely puckered." She ran the tip of her finger
over my anus and I moaned.  I was totally embarrassed and I could feel
myself blushing.  She chuckled and then she slid the nozzle into my ass. 
"I think two quarts is good for a start." She opened the clamp and the warm
soapy water began to flood my rectum.

   She crouched and rubbed my belly, crooning to me in a soft voice. 
Nonsense syllables, but the sound of her voice and the touch of her hand
were very soothing.  After the bag was empty she kept me there for a couple
of minutes.  Then she let me get up and sit on the toilet.  I blushed
furiously when it became apparent she wasn't going to let me have any
privacy.  Those days were over.  I closed my eyes and voided my bowels.  It
was the most humiliating, most exciting moment of my life!

   She supervised my shower.  When I was done she dried me off with a big,
soft towel and then dried my hair with a blow dryer.  She refused to let me
do anything for/to myself.  I was forbidden to masturbate or even touch my
body.  She brushed my teeth.  She applied my makeup.  When she caught me
scratching an itch she put a pair of latex gloves on my hands and then
taped the fingers and thumbs so I was helpless.  I spent the weekend like
that.  She fed me, washed me, wiped my butt, brushed my teeth, and
scratched me when I itched.  It was weird at first to be totally dependent
upon another person.  It was like I was a baby again except that I was able
to talk.  By Sunday morning I was coming to accept needing her for the
simplest things.  By Sunday evening I realized that I liked it, liked
having her take care of my every need.

   She surprised me on Monday morning by calling Ms.  Johnson to tell her
that she wouldn't be in because she had some conflicting appointments. 
When she saw my look she grinned and said, "I don't want you going to the
beauty salon alone."

   When we left to catch a taxi I was wearing exercise clothes - a gray
sports bra, gray spandex shorts, gray socks, and gray and white Reeboks. 
My shorts fit like a second skin, cupping and molding my firm buttocks. 
They were so tight that my vulva was perfectly outlined.  I'd never worn
them outside before.  Nora was wearing a blue silk scoop neck T-shirt,
jeans, and sandals.  We hailed a cab and I opened the back door and held it
while she got in.  I followed, sliding across the seat until I was next to
her.  I'd already learned that she liked me as close as possible and got
cranky when I was out of reach.  She slid her hand up my leg and let it
come to rest with the bottom edge of her hand just brushing my vulva.  I
closed my thighs on her hand and she smiled and winked.  As the taxi pulled
away from the curb she began rocking her hand ever so slightly, not enough
to be noticeable to the driver but enough to send a surge of pleasurable
sensations shooting through my groin.

   By the time the taxi dropped us in front of the beauty salon I was so
wet I was sure it must have soaked through the spandex.  But it hadn't.  My
haircut was first and when it was over my hair was no longer than 2"
anywhere on my head.  I was amazed to see how young it made me look.  I
looked like the teenaged tomboy I'd been before I left for college.  Nora
was very pleased.  I glanced at her and started to speak but then I thought
better of it.

   She noticed.  "What?"

   I shook my head, "Nothing.  Just a thought."

   She raised her eyebrows.  "Share it."

   It was a command I couldn't ignore.  I put my lips close to her ear and
whispered.  "I just thought how nice it would be for you if I was a
virgin."

   She grinned.  "You look innocent and virginal.  I'm going to have to buy
you a Catholic schoolgirl's uniform."

   We were walking into the back of the salon, to a room where I was going
to have a full bikini wax.  I bumped her with my hip and whispered, "I
still have my old uniform.  It's hanging in my closet.  At your place."

   "At our place, darling.  You'll have to model in later.  Oh, by the way,
remind me to stop and buy a cane on the way home."

   At first I thought she meant the kind you walk with and then I realized
what she really meant.  I nodded and whispered, "Yes, ma'am."

   A young woman was waiting for us.  I stripped and got up on the table.
Nora held my hand while the woman removed my pubic hair using warm wax. 
Nora had her leave the soft, sunbleached down on my thighs because she
liked the way it contrasted with my tan.  She made sure that the woman
removed every trace of hair on my pubic mound, including any in the crevice
between my buttocks.  When she was done, and Nora had voiced her approval,
the woman smiled and said, "She's very pretty." Nora nodded while I
blushed.

   We walked to a fetish shop where Nora bought a cane and a leather
collar. The collar was English, hand-tooled from the finest leather.  It
was black and contrasted nicely with my tan.  I wore it out of the store.
Then we caught a taxi back to the condo.  As soon as the door closed behind
us I removed my clothes.  Nora took my hand and led me into the kitchen. 
She had me stand with my thighs pressed against the kitchen table.  My feet
were spread a comfortable distance apart, and my hands were clasped behind
my neck, and I was ready to be caned..

   I heard a sibilant swish and then the breath was driven from my lungs by
the worst pain I'd ever felt!  Before I could recover she swung again. 
Swish.  Crack.  I grunted.  She swung the cane in a regular rhythm.  After
six, I felt tears welling up in my eyes.  My butt felt hot and the pain
jolted through me.  After ten I had tears streaming down my face.  She
asked me if I'd had enough.  I wanted to shout, "Yes!" But my stubborn,
competitive nature kicked in and I found myself shaking my head.  She gave
me five more.  I was sobbing but I shook my head when she asked if I wanted
her to stop.  She urged me to stop but I refused.  I wasn't going to give
in.  She gave me five more, I screamed after each.  But, again, I refused
to ask her to stop.  She ordered me to ask her to stop.  I shook my head.
She gave me one more, a very hard one.  And then I heard her curse.  That
was followed by a snapping sound.  Then the cane, in two pieces, flew past
me and bounced off the window.  "You are such a stubborn, fuckin' bitch! 
Remind me to punish your for that!  Now come with me."

   I followed her to the bedroom.  She had me lay face down on the bed
while she spread an anesthetic cream over my sore butt.  It hurt, but I bit
my lip and remained silent.  After she finished tending to my bruised butt
I asked her how bad it was.  She was undressing but paused and shrugged. 
"You'll be bruised for ten days and there are a couple of cuts but they'll
heal.  It could have been worse.  Of course if you weren't such a stubborn
bitch it wouldn't be this bad." She stretched out beside me and rubbed my
back until I fell into a fitful sleep.

   I woke up several times during the night and each time Nora woke too. 
She reapplied the cream each time and then rubbed my back until I was
asleep.  The next morning I woke as she was dressing for work.  She smiled
and called, "Emma, come in here."

   A slender Asian woman appeared in the doorway.  She was a 5' 5" ball of
energy with short black hair and a beautiful apricot complexion.  She was
one of the most beautiful women I'd ever seen.  Nora nodded at her and
said, "Nicki, this is the sadistic little bitch I told you about.  Her name
is Emma Wang.  (Pronounced Wong) She's going to supervise your workouts but
for the next few days she's going to be your nurse.  Isn't that right,
bitch?"

   Emma nodded.  It was apparent that while she might be sadistic she
wasn't dominant like Nora.  "That's right.  Nice to meet you, Nicki."

   "Nice to my you, too, Emma." I put my head down on my arms as she walked
over to the nightstand and picked up the tube of anesthetic cream.  Nora
stood and watched while Emma spread the cream on my butt.  I was surprised
to realize that it didn't bother be to be nude in front of a stranger.  Not
too much, anyway.

   Nora paused in the doorway before leaving.  "Emma, strip down.  I want
both of you nude." Emma stripped and I watched with interest as her slender
body was revealed.  Her tits were small, no more than a b-cup, but nicely
shaped.  Her nipples were dark, almost purple, and small.  Like me, she had
no pubic hair and her sex was shockingly visible.  I wondered if I was the
same now that I'd been waxed.  I'd have to look in the mirror.  Her legs
were slim and pretty and she had a nice, tight butt.

   Emma, despite her supposed sadistic nature, treated me wonderfully for
the next few days.  I was cranky because Nora was spending most of her time
working and I felt neglected despite the fact I'd only been with her for a
few days.  When I complained Nora told me to put Emma on.  She gave Emma
instructions and then Emma handed the phone back and Nora told me to obey
Emma as if it were her giving instructions.

   Emma had me put on a pair of latex gloves.  She taped the fingers and
thumbs.  Then she tied my wrists behind my back with soft velvet drapery
cord.  She kept me like that all day.  And, periodically, she brought me to
orgasm with her fingers or tongue.  Ditto the next day and the day after. I
was kept in a sexual stupor, too satiated on sex to complain about
anything. Nora used me when she was home, which wasn't often.

   Ten days later I was completed healed with only a few faint and fading
bruises on my butt.  Nora and I spent a glorious weekend together before
she packed me off to learn to be a bodyguard.  It was an intense
three-month course.  I passed.  Not at the top of the class but in the
upper 1/3.  That was followed by a driving course that lasted for six
weeks.

   This time I was in the top 10% of the class.

   I arrived back in mid December.  Nora had Emma pick me up at the
airport. It was good to be back.  Emma was quiet on the ride in from the
airport and she didn't come in with me, just dropped me in front and let
the doorman get my bag out of the car.  I waved but she ignored me and
drove off.  Once inside the condo I stripped and hung my clothes neatly in
the closet in 'my' room, a room I only used to store my clothes and the few
personal possessions I'd kept when I'd cleaned out my former apartment.

   Nora got home at 7:30 that evening, fairly early for her.  I heard her
push her key into the door and I was on my knees just inside the living
room door when she walked in.  She motioned me to my feet and kissed me,
pushing her tongue deep into my mouth.  We made love right there on the
living room floor.  When Nora straddled me in the classic 69 I didn't
hesitate when she lowered her cunt within reach of my mouth.  I licked her
eagerly, enjoying the sweet, slightly salty taste of her love juice.  After
bringing each other to orgasm a couple of times we showered together.

   Later, as we lay in bed, cuddling, I asked her about Emma.  Nora told me
that Emma was pissed because she'd asked if she could use me at will and
Nora had refused.

   "I think it's time to cut her loose."

   She did and life settled down.  I accompanied Nora everywhere in my
capacity as her assistant and bodyguard.  But, primarily, I was her sex
slave.

   The End (?)

   This ending is kind of lame but I sensed the story going on and on
forever without end and I panicked.

   LLD

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   Posing for Kirsten by Laura Lynn Davis.  Non-fiction.  Copyright 2001



   Arthur and I had been married for less than a year and I was still
fighting my attraction toward other women, a fight I eventually lost for
good a few years later.  It was April and he was off on his annual fishing
trip with his brother and a couple of friends.  At the time, we were living
in an apartment east of the river, a nice building but not a luxury
complex. A graduate student whom I'll call Kirsten occupied the apartment
across the hall.

   Kirsten was twenty-four and was working on an M.A.  in communications.
She was a tall, slender girl with long light-brown hair that curled around
her shoulders.  Her slender build made her firm full breasts seem bigger
than they were.  She was a pretty girl with a beautiful complexion and long
beautiful legs.

   We'd only know Kirsten for a couple of months but we liked her.  She was
from someplace north of Boston but I can't recall the name of the town. 
Anyway, the day after Arthur left she came over and asked me if I'd pose
for her.  Photography was her new interest and she'd just gotten a new 35mm
camera, a Minolta, and she wanted to shoot some pictures.  I agreed to pose
but I almost backed out when she added that she wanted me to pose nude.  As
I've said before, I'm fairly attractive but I'm no great beauty.

   But, in the end, I let her talk me into it.  I have to admit that the
three glasses of wine I had may have had something to do with my decision.
That and the fact that I found her wildly attractive.  Anyway, we were up
at five the next morning and on our way by 5:30.  I wore denim cutoffs and
a bikini top under a sweatshirt.  It was chilly when we left and not much
warmer when we got to the place she'd chosen - a state park where there was
a small waterfall located in a hollow.

   She took a few shots while I walked around the edge of the pool below
the falls.  Then, after much urging (it was cold!) I took off the
sweatshirt.  Kirsten assured me that my goose bumps would look good on
film. After another few minutes and another five or six shots she told me
to take my top off.  Again, it took some persuasion on her part.  Not that
I objected to having her see me topless.  Quite the contrary, I wanted her
to see me nude.  It was just so damn cold!

   She took a dozen shots and then she stopped to reload.  As she reloaded
she instructed me to remove my shorts and panties.  I took a deep breath
and slipped my shorts down and then my panties.  I posed nude for a good
ten minutes while she ran through another roll of film.  I even went under
the falls and got soaking wet.  Then I heard a giggle and looked up.  There
was a line of Cub Scouts standing up above, looking down into the hollow!

   I was mortified!  I ducked back under the overhang, put my clothes on,
and ran.  Kirsten and I were laughing hysterically when we got to the car.
She started it up, put the heater on, and we took off.  But we weren't
done. She drove to another place about twenty miles away.  There was a hill
overlooking the river that had a ledge just below the summit.  The ledge
was about 2-3 acres in size and was studded with large boulders.

   I posed nude amongst the boulders for almost an hour.  It was warmer by
then and I was really enjoying myself.  I enjoyed posing, enjoyed having
Kirsten see me nude, and I began to get aroused.  Finally, after loading
her last roll of film, Kirsten said, "Play with yourself.  I want to get a
shot of your face just as you come."

   I refused.  She insisted.  We argued.  Finally, facing the camera in a
crouch, with my knees spread wide, I cupped my breasts and played with
them, teasing my nipples erect.  Kirsten had 36 exposures and she used them
all.  I continued fondling my tits with my left hand while my right hand
crept down between my legs.  After a minute or so I had both hands busy
between my legs.  Usually it takes me a while to masturbate to orgasm but
having Kirsten watching really turned me on.  After just a couple of
minutes I glanced up and whispered, "Oh God!  I'm coming!"

   She clicked off the last seven shots while I was in the midst of a very
satisfying orgasm!  I was still trembling when she came and crouched beside
me.  She rubbed my back and said, "Wow!  That was incredible!" She
continued to rub my back for a few moments and I was getting turned on
again.  Then, to my everlasting disappointment, she got up and said, "We'd
better get going before someone shows up here."

   So I got dressed and we drove home, stopping at the AAA Diner for
breakfast.  The pictures were incredible and I wish I'd asked Kirsten for
copies, but at the time I was afraid of having Arthur find them.  Kirsten
moved out after finishing school and went to Florida.  We exchanged
Christmas cards for a couple of years but I haven't heard from her in about
two years.  Last I heard she was married and pregnant.

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   School Girls by Laura Lynn Davis.  F/F Spanking

   This is a work of fiction copyright 2001.

   I was sitting in the top row of the bleachers with Ashley Hunter, my
best friend, watching the tryouts for the girl's basketball team.  I was
feeling kind of smug because, as returning varsity players, Ash and I
didn't have to try out even though we were lowly sophomores.  We were kind
of glum because the lack of a true center had caused us to fall just one
game short of winning the state championship in our freshman year and the
tallest of the new kids was about 5' 10".  I'd been the point guard and Ash
had been the shooting guard on a team that went 21-2.

   I was watching a would-be center make a fool of her self when Ash dug
her elbow into my ribs.  "Holy shit!  Look at the girl that just came in."

   I glanced at the door and froze.  The girl standing just inside was at
least 6' 3".  She was blonde and slender and impossibly beautiful.  I
shrugged.  "She's too pretty to be any good." As if to confirm my statement
the blonde stumbled as she crossed to the bleachers.  "Klutz." I turned my
attention back to the floor as the blonde began to remove her warm-up
pants.

   A moment later I felt Ash nudge me again.  "Jeez, Sal, she's gorgeous."

   I gave her a sour look.  Ash is the only one who knows I'm gay.  I
leaned close and whispered, "I don't need a girlfriend.  We need a center
and she's not it.  She's a klutz." The blonde stood up and walked to the
sideline, stumbling once again.  I glanced at Ash and shook my head.  The
blonde was a beauty.  She had long coltish legs, perfect legs.  She also
had a nice figure.  I squashed those thoughts and watched as she talked to
the coach.

   The coach said something and then nodded.  The blonde moved out onto the
floor and somebody fed her a bounce pass.  Then a miracle happened.  With
the ball in her hand she turned into a vision of grace and beauty.  She
dribbled twice and dropped in a perfect lay-up.  For the next ten minutes
we watched in awe as the blonde put on a clinic on how to play the post.

   Then the coach turned and shouted, "Sal and Ash, get your butts down
here.  We've got a championship to win."

   At 5' 7" I was no match for the big blonde whose name was Ingrid, but I
was tough and the coach told me to rough her up a little and see if she
could take it.  A lot of the teams in our league play a very physical game.
The first time Ingrid went for a rebound I put my elbow into her belly and
she went down hard, the breath knocked out of her.  Her green eyes flashed
when I reached out to help her to her feet.

   A few moments later, at the other end of the floor, I went up for a
rebound and caught her forearm across my face.  I hit the floor hard and
sat there for a moment while I checked to see if my nose was broken again.
Ingrid smiled sweetly as she hauled me to my feet.

   Back down at the other end I dropped my shoulder and tried to knock her
on her butt.  It was like hitting a wall.  A soft wall that refused to
move. I landed on my butt, slightly dazed.  When I got up, I trotted over
to the coach.  "She's too damn big for me.  Can I ease up before she kills
me?"

   Coach rubbed her hands in glee and nodded.  "I can smell a state
championship already."

   "Who is she?  Where'd she come from?"

   Coach shrugged.  "Her name's Ingrid Larsen.  She's from Denmark and she
just arrived in this country.  She's a sophomore like you.  That's all I
know." She paused and nodded toward the door.  "But she's got to be
somebody to have those two following her around."

   I glanced at the door.  A man and a woman were standing there, watching.
They were in their thirties and had that same look that you see in the
people surrounding the president when he travels.  Bodyguards.  Expensive
ones.

   As I trotted back onto the floor the woman beckoned and I veered toward
the door and stopped a few feet from them.  The woman smiled and said,
"Don't try to intimidate Ingrid.  You'll only get hurt."

   "Thanks for the advice but I figured that out for myself already."

   The woman smiled.  "She could use a friend here."

   I stepped closer.  "Who *is* she?"

   The woman dropped her voice to a whisper.  "Her name is Ingrid but her
last name isn't Larsen.  She's the Princess Royal, heir to the Danish
throne."

   I stuck my tongue out at her.  "Jeez, if you don't want to tell me just
say so." I shook my head in disgust and went back onto the floor.  I heard
the woman chuckle as I trotted away.

   Later, after practice, I watched Ingrid leave with her bodyguards.  The
next morning I was sitting in my first period English class when she came
in.  She was wearing the same uniform as the rest of us but on her it
looked incredibly sexy.  Her shirt was tight across her chest and she was
showing a lot of long, sleek thigh.  I saw Mr.  Brown's eyes glaze over as
he watched her walk to a seat near the front.

   Our school didn't use the traditional Catholic school uniform.  Our
skirts were charcoal gray and we wore white shirts, white or gray knee
socks and black loafers.  It was a girl's school so the only males around
were teachers or custodians.

   After class Ingrid caught up with me in the hallway.  "Erica told me
that she told you who I am.  Will you please keep it to yourself?  It's
going to come out sooner or later but I'd rather have it be later."

   I glanced up at her.  "Don't worry.  She told me some zany story about
you being a princess.  I won't repeat it.  I don't want people laughing at
me."

   Ingrid grinned.  "Thanks, but she told you the truth."

   I stopped.  "You're kidding?  Aren't you?"

   She glanced back over her shoulder.  "No, I'm serious.  See you later,
Sal."

   By the time I got to practice that afternoon I was convinced that I'd
been the butt of a joke cooked up by Ingrid and her minders so I was in a
bad mood.  I took it out on Ingrid and she gave as good as she got. 
Halfway through practice coach pulled us off the floor and sat us down.  "I
need you both if we're going to have a good year.  Stop trying to kill each
other, understand?"

   We nodded in unison.  "Yes, coach."

   As soon as we got back on the floor I dumped Ingrid on her butt as we
went for a rebound.  Coach sent us down to her office.  "I want you in
opposite corners, on your knees, when I get there." Kneeling in a corner
was an old punishment that was still popular at Eastern Catholic.  So was
the paddle.  Coach let us stew for fifteen minutes.  When she came in she
said, "I checked with the office.  Your parents signed the consent form for
corporal punishment.  Get up and bend over my desk.  One on each end."

   We got up and moved to opposite ends of coach's desk.  "Get your shorts
and panties down before you assume the position." I tugged my shorts down
and then my panties.  I was blushing furiously when I bent over the desk,
taking my weight on my forearms.  Ingrid was slightly slower to respond. 
We stared at each other in silence.  Her eyes were barely a foot from mine.

   Coach gave us ten each.  Ten very hard strokes with a wooden paddle.  I
was first.  Coach was strong and the first blow drove the breath out of me.
I grunted and I saw Ingrid wince.  Her left hand crept out and covered my
right hand.  Coach took her time, measuring each blow.  By three I had
tears rolling down my cheeks, by five it was hard not to scream.  My butt
felt like it was on fire.  By seven I was sobbing.  Ingrid squeezed my hand
whispered, "Hang on, Sal.  Only three more."

   I hung on.  Then it was my turn to watch while Ingrid was paddled.  Her
expression never changed and she never made a sound.  I knew she was in
pain because I could see it in her eyes.  Tears streamed down her cheeks
but she never made a sound.  Not one.  When it was over coach told us to
compose ourselves and get back to practice.  She left and we straightened
up slowly.  I rubbed my sore butt and then pulled my panties and shorts up.
We walked down the hall in silence and stopped in the locker room to blow
our noses and wash our faces in cold water.  Ingrid glanced at me as we
left the locker room and said, "You've got a cute butt."

   I stared at her in surprise.  "How do you know?" Then I remembered the
mirror on the wall in Coach's office.

   She grinned.  "I had a perfect view."

   I bumped her with my hip and whispered, "Bitch.  Next time you get that
side of the desk."

   "No way.  Your ass is much cuter than mine."

   Three nights later, in the back of a luxurious Mercedes, I tasted royal
pussy for the first time.  Erica was driving.  Her partner, Kurt, was back
at the house where Ingrid was living.  It was Friday night and we were on
our way home from the movies.  I resisted for a moment when Ingrid slipped
her arm around me.  "What about Erica?"

   Ingrid smiled.  "Erica sees a lot, but says nothing.  Isn't that right?"

   Erica nodded.  "That's right, your highness."

   Ingrid drew me close and kissed me.  Five minutes later we were naked.
Erica drove around for an hour while we made love in the back seat.

   Later, when Erica drove me home she stopped the car along a quiet street
and got out.  She opened the back door and asked me to step out so she
could talk to me.  It was short and sweet.  "I love that girl and if you do
anything to hurt her I'll kill you.  Do you understand?"

   I nodded.  "I understand.  I love her too."

   Erica looked at me with an expression of utter desolation.  "I know. 
And that's the only reason I don't hate you." She opened the car door for
me and I ducked in.

   We won the state championship that year.  Ingrid and I were lovers until
she went back to Denmark for the summer.  She never returned.  Two years
later, in an elaborate ceremony, she was crowned queen.  Erica was in the
background in one of the news photos, smiling happily.  I never saw either
of them again.

   The End.

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