Message-ID: <49171asstr$1095106202@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Mail-Format-Warning: No previous line for continuation: Wed Aug 14 16:30:23 2002Return-Path: <conkbrite66@hotmail.com> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Originating-Email: [conkbrite66@hotmail.com] From: "david conkbrite66" <conkbrite66@hotmail.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <BAY14-F13lk5Edo4uE400006f46@hotmail.com> X-OriginalArrivalTime: 13 Sep 2004 13:25:04.0145 (UTC) FILETIME=[14359810:01C49995] X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 13 Sep 2004 13:25:03 +0000 Subject: {ASSM} Bottoms Up - A Psychological Tale Ch 1&2 {Mallory} (MF+/mf voy spank oral) X-Original-Subject: new story Lines: 318 Date: Mon, 13 Sep 2004 16:10:03 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2004/49171> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: newsman, dennyw Mallory has asked me to send you the opening chapters of a short novella. I hope the format is OK. The work is completed, and we can send in the items bit by bit. This is the first time we've published his work - there are several interesting pieces of writing in the Mallory archive which is at our disposal. _________________________________________________________________ Hotmail : bientôt 250 Mo de stockage ! http://www.imagine-msn.com/hotmail/fr-fr/ <1st attachment, "Bottoms Up 1-2.txt" begin> Bottoms Up - A Psychological Tale (MF+/mf voy spank oral) by (c) Mallory Author's note This story consists of 12 short chapters in six blocks: Chapter 1 The New Folks Chapter 2 Suzy Chapter 3 Two Evenings Later Chapter 4 Two Minutes Later Chapter 5 Alicia's view Chapter 6 Debbie's view Chapter 7 One Week Later Chapter 8 The Next Day Chapter 9 Some time later Chapter 10 Meanwhile... Chapter 11 Boy power Chapter 12 Climax Postscript Final Reflections Whilst grounded in real life, names and locations have all been changed, and the thoughts of the characters have been made explicit. In real life people do not always explain their true feelings. The author's purpose is to bring like-minded sybarites to the edge of fulfilment, and take them just a little bit further maybe. As such this material is explicitly sexual, and if it is illegal for you to read it, do not do so. This story is the property of Mallory under international copyright law. It may not be reproduced, whole or in part, for profit. It is intended for public enjoyment and may be posted, so long as its owner is informed. All comments and exchanges should be directed to the editor, please, at this address: conkbrite66@hotmail.com Chapter 1 The New Folks It was some time last Spring that the people moved into the vacant flat upstairs. We met them briefly on the stairs, a couple in their late 30s, with two great looking kids, a boy 11 years of age or thereabouts, and a quiet but pretty daughter going on 14. The boy was fair with a clear, healthy complexion; he looked well built for his age. His sister was the same, but her hair was darker, and this contrasted nicely with the white blouse and regulation school skirt, worn slightly above the knee. Her body was beginning to fill out. We exchanged the usual pleasantries with the parents, and I went up later that day to check all was working out for them. It occurred to me that the girl might well be of interest to our one and only son, Tom, who was just approaching 17 and was beginning to show the usual signs of acute interest in the females of the species. The guy introduced himself as Larry, and his wife was Jill, or actually Gillian I think. He was lean, fit, and energetic. She seemed very feminine, and rather withdrawn and shy, a bit like her daughter, though there was a kind on intensity about her that caught one's attention. She had a nice figure, although her body was partly disguised by some prim and proper city clothes. She smiled softly at me as we left, and Larry patted me on the shoulder and said, "See you around". I went back downstairs thinking they were a nice family to have as new neighbours. As for the girl, she certainly caught Tom's attention. All day long the new folks were going up and down the stairs, carrying boxes and household items. You could hardly go out of the door without bumping into someone panting in exertion as they heaved something up to the third floor, or dashing back down to the street. Tom almost had a collision with the girl, her arms full of books and papers and breathing hard under the effort. She slipped as they passed on her way up, and one or two things clattered onto the steps. Tom swung round to give her a hand with them, and she crouched down a little above him. He had hardly noticed her till then, but suddenly he was confronted with a young female at close quarters whose skirt had slid up her thighs and showed off a pair of white knickers as she struggled to reach the spilled books. She could virtually feel his breath on her knees, they were so close. Alicia - for that was her name - blushed as she realised this boy must be able to see right up her skirt. "I'm so sorry", he stuttered, "clumsy me." But the look on his face was far from apologetic. Their eyes met, and she looked down quickly, pulling her thighs together and tugging at the hem of her grey skirt in a vain attempt to hide the white strip of a slightly bulging crotch from view. "I suppose you'll be starting school round here?" Tom added, looking back up at her face. "On Monday, at St Joseph's" she replied. "Good. So I'll see you around. I started in the upper Sixth last September. You'll be in the fourth year, I suppose." The girl nodded shyly. Tom turned and continued down the stairs. She was a pretty little thing, he thought, with her dark hair, big brown eyes and ever so delicious bottom. So quiet and demure. A cherry ripe for the plucking? A juicy cherry if only you can reach it! And so convenient, living right above! Chapter 2 Suzy It was about a week later that something happened that led to a chain of events which I shall never forget. To say they changed my life would be an exaggeration. But they certainly changed my relationship with my wife Suzy. The neighbours' boy, whose name was Greg, had been playing with a ball as he came up the stairs, as kids will, and he had managed to knock the bike I had by the door to keep it out of harms way. The thing had tipped over and bounced down a couple of stairs, making a real racket. By the time I got to the door Greg was lifting it up and I gave him a hand putting it back, upside down, against the wall. He was contrite, and I told him not to worry, no harm was done - I could straighten out the gears later. We had just finished setting things to rights when we heard his father's voice from the upper landing, reprimanding him. Young Greg seemed to shudder briefly, or maybe he flinched, then he looked up at me and said, "Well, I'd better be off. Sorry again. Dad seems rather cross". And with that he disappeared upstairs. I went back into the flat and mentioned what had happened to Suzy. We thought nothing of it, but about half an hour later we heard voices from up above. You could tell that a man's voice was raised in anger, and we could hear a kind of whining, higher pitched voice too - we assumed this was Greg being given a dressing down. Heavy footsteps then marched down the hallway in the direction of the bedrooms at the back, and about two minutes later, unmistakably, came a series of cracks followed by muffled screams. Suzy looked across at me and smiled wryly. She was familiar with the noise of leather striking bare flesh. It caught my attention too and made me tingle. The cracks went on for several minutes, and the boy's voice became less shrill and more hoarse and we could just about detect the muffled sound of sobbing and pleading. Then, at the end, there was a series of about 5 or 6 really loud blows, the boy screamed again, a door slammed, and all went silent. I was sitting at the kitchen table when this started, scanning the newspaper. When the beating started Suzy came slowly over to me and put her arm round my neck and just stood there, listening attentively. "The poor kid", she said, with a little laugh. "He'll not be able to sit down for a week. Who'd have thought it - Larry seemed a kindly sort." Now there's something I should explain. Ever since we were married I had got into the habit of smacking my wife on her arse during sex. It's a long story, but it had grown up as a thing we did and which she had come to accept, and even expect. The trouble is that she didn't particularly relish it, but I never beat her sadistically and I had found that it excited me a good deal. It kind of became part of our usual sex play and I even found it made her wet and responsive to being fucked. I like fucking Suzy, pretty well any way you can imagine. But I particularly enjoy fucking her from behind. It is probably true to say that the one thing I most appreciated about Suzy from the very start was the way she would let me fuck her at the drop of a hat. I've known couples where the woman would hold out on a guy, keeping him dangling on a string of half promises, rationing his access to her intimate items. Not so Suzy. A quick fumble and she would immediately give a little moan, start pressing against me, or slip down on her knees and get out my prick and start work on it. On average I suppose I must fuck her almost every day, though it is sometimes more often, both in the morning when we awaken and in the evening or when we go to bed. I also give it to her in an impromptu manner, depending on how I feel. And then at other times, perhaps out of tiredness, we leave one another alone for a day or two. My preference has always been to make her kneel up on a bed or the sofa, or, if I am going out and in a hurry, for example, to simply bend her over a table or the sink, and take her like a bitch on heat. Suzy has always lubricated easily and, if she's not started by sucking my cock, I just open my pants and pull her knickers aside and quickly penetrate her. After a few long strokes with my prick, and some gentle pressure on her clit, I will slap her buttocks a few times, like many people do. At first this was just a playful sort of thing, but I found, as I said, it excites me, especially when she cries out in some pain or tries to wriggle away. And then I will hold her tight with my left arm under her belly, pulling her hard onto my prick, and beat the exposed buttock on the right. Suzy has a lovely white, round and fleshy arse, and it colours up quickly. I often alternate between hands, giving her left globe the same treatment, and after 5 minutes she'll be really dark pink. All the time I'll be fucking her, of course, and soon we are both close to cumming. That's when I'd deliver the harshest blows. She will cry out, and I explode inside her. And her orgasm is so strong she'll not really feel the pain as pain - rather as a strong sensation mixed up with her cumming. We'd been doing this for a year or so when the spanking routine began to evolve slightly. It happened like this. I was feeling relaxed and particularly randy one evening, surreptitiously rubbing my prick through my trousers as we watched a raunchy film on channel TV. Suzy knew all along where this would lead, and she had a sort of playful look on her face, occasionally glancing pointedly at my hand as I brushed the material covering my cock. She put her arm round my neck and snuggled up close. A scene in the film showed a teenager starting to get fucked by two ugly looking bastards, one holding the girl's arms on the floor and the other pulling her panties down her legs, the girl screaming and hurling abuse. "Just imagine that," I said to Suzy, and she shivered and held me tighter. "Do you know what I'd like to do to you?" I said suddenly. "See me being raped, I imagine", was Suzy's reply. "Well, not only that. I think I'd like to give you a good spanking and fuck you till you scream." Instead of telling me to get lost with my spanking fantasies Suzy turned her face to mine and started kissing me sexily. I took this for assent. We got up slowly, still mauling each other, and I pushed her towards the bedroom. As we entered I said, "This is going to be a bit different. Get your arse up in the air and pull your knickers down and wait for me." I went to the wardrobe and took out a slipper and went back to my wide-eyed and expectant wife on the bed. Her bum was sticking right up and she'd pulled her panties down just below her cunt. I put my left arm round her waist to hold her still and started to apply the slipper hard and fast. She yelled and squirmed, and started moaning even more. Within five minutes we were fucking furiously. It was a good job that Tom was out for the evening - he'd have thought we were out of our minds! It was an important moment for us both, because it is probably the first time I beat her ritualistically and for the sheer pleasure of it. And, although she screamed a fair bit, she seemed to take it very well. So, when we heard young Greg being chastised upstairs, and Suzy put her hand round my neck, there had developed a kind of connivance between us - it was as if she was saying "The poor kid - I'm glad I'm not in his place today," meaning "That's the sort of thing you enjoy doing to me." As the noise of the beating upstairs continued she started speculating about what was happening. "Sounds as if he's getting it on his bare bottom", she continued. "Do you think his mother is watching, or his sister? With his pants round his ankles? My God, I'd die of embarrassment if I was just eleven and being punished like that in front of other folk. It was bad enough when you used to spank Tom in front of me." I slipped my right hand up Suzy's wide skirt and fondled her through her knickers. "It's going on and on! The poor boy! That must be 50 strokes he's taken. Thank God you don't beat me like that." I felt Suzy move her weight from one leg to the other, and this allowed my hand to travel between her buttocks and grasp her cunt. My thumb was near her arsehole and my fingers felt her cunt at the front. Her panties were already getting damp. She started squirming on my hand a little, and making little mewling noises. I turned her round so she was facing away from me and lifted her skirt from behind, tucking it into the waistband. Around the house Suzy always wore the same sort of knickers because she knew my tastes. They would occasionally have little decorations on them, like flowers, or small designs, but basically they were the simple white panties like our new neighbour's daughter wears. I leaned her forwards and pulling the panties down a bit began to kiss the point where Suzy's back became buttock. There was a red indentation across, caused by the waistband of her skirt and knickers. She smelled wonderful. She always kept her cunt well trimmed and the skin smooth and delicious. I pushed my nose into her crack, and she bent over, putting her hands on the chair beside her. I could see her oval, almond-shaped cunt peeking out between the tops of her thighs and just above the white strip of her panties. My tongue soon found the lips, and I moved right under to the clit, my nose buried in her cunt. By now Suzy was moaning, and all the while we could hear the slap of his Dad's belt on Greg's young buttocks from above. I didn't need to slap Suzy on this occasion. Standing up I got out my prick and slid it into her in a single, gliding wet motion. Within a minute we both came together. <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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