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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.

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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.
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