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"After"

by deirdre

NOTE: I am not the author of this story. The author, "deirdre" was
considered by many to be the enigmatic queen of Usenet sex stories in
the mid-1990s. She posted 156 stories in just over two years, using an
anonymous remailer and apparently *never* corresponding with anyone.
She was last heard from in late April 1996. We will repost all 156
stories, with comments by her, in alphabetical order, between now and
the 10th anniversary of her "retirement." In the coming months, we will
announce a "deirdre-fest" for next Spring. Meanwhile, enjoy!

  hj


-----------------------------------------------------------------I
wanted to write a story specifically for alt.sex.spanking and came up
with this. No real sex--in fact it's really less risque then some plots
you'll see on prime-time sitcoms, but it does manage to stretch a rule
or two. And as you will see, I do like stories that ramble this way and
that, hopefully offering a surprise or two along the way. -- deirdre 

Disclaimer: my stories, like the private sex fantasies of many people,
often depict "breaking some rules." Do not read this story if you
believe fantasy stories should never depict situations undesirable in
real life. Be warned that you may not be comfortable with the sexual
situations. Do not read this story if you are less than 18 years of
age. 

Permission granted to archive, repost, or publish in low-cost CD-ROM
archives of alt groups. Permission granted to publish in anthologies of
this type of material if attributed to deirdre and an author's payment
is sent to AIDS research in the name of deirdre. -- deirdre 


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After 

by deirdre, 2/15/95 


"He what!?" 

"He wants to spank me," repeated Dana, to my shock. 

"Are you going to let him?" I couldn't help grinning. 

She didn't answer for a second. "I don't know," she finally said in a
thoughtful voice. 

"You can't be thinking about it!" I burst out. Dana was wilder than me,
but spanking was, well, a little more than Dana or I would get into. 

"Aha! Not as nonchalant about it as you let on!" she said with a grin.
"Listen, it's not that strange. Brenda's done it." 

My jaw dropped. Brenda! Dana giggled at me some more. "Brenda let some
guy spank her?" I knew Brenda didn't have a boyfriend at the moment. 

"No. A woman." Well, I didn't think she could top her previous
statement, but she had. This time I really was speechless for a minute.
"Didn't know Brenda was bi, did you? You really are an innocent." Her
smile was patronizing. 

"I ..." I stammered. Brenda was always rather friendly to me! I had a
sinking feeling. 

"Wondering if she's turned on to you? It doesn't mean she has the hots
for every woman she meets, you know, any more than you have the hots
for every guy." She laughed at me again. I didn't ask her any more
about it, and we got to talking about other things--I think she was
finally trying to be nice to me, getting off the topic. But I couldn't
get it out of my mind. 

Then I met Brenda the next morning. I did my best to act natural. 

"Dana tells me you just found out I'm bi," she said. So much for going
on as if I hadn't heard. 

"Uh, yes." 

She smiled at me. "I really only had a couple of experiences," she went
on. "Back in high school once with a girl I knew, and ..." she paused.
I couldn't help myself--I was curious beyond belief. I hoped it wasn't
written all over my face. "Dana told you I got spanked," she finally
said. 

"Yes," I said, repetitiously. 

"I haven't told anybody who it was: it was Professor Gilman." 

I gasped. We were both in her class! "Brenda! But ..." 

"I know! But it was before ... before I signed up for the class." 

"Oh," I said, but still uncertainly. 

"It wasn't much really--just once and just the, uh, spanking." I went
away from that conversation in a complete daze, not believing what I
was hearing. Sometimes I felt a little out of it, but now I felt like
the world went on without me. They had a relationship--well, an
encounter--and it was nothing but a spanking! 

At lunch, I ate with Brenda, Dana, Gretchen and Rich as usual and Dana
happily talked away about the decision she was going to be making! I
felt funny again, hearing her talk like that in front of Rich even
though we got along with him well. He wasn't anyone's boyfriend--just a
friend we ate with and hung out with sometimes. Though sometimes I
thought he'd ask me out if I gave him any encouragement. He seemed to
enjoy hearing Dana's ruminations though. It seemed like they all knew
about Brenda too--both that she had allowed herself to be spanked and
that she was bi. Yes, I felt like an innocent. 

The girls asked Rich if the idea of spanking a girl turned him on. He
grudgingly admitted it. They laughed at him. 

That afternoon, Professor Gilman asked me to stop at her office! I'd
stared at her just a little in class, but had been generally careful
not to act too strange. But I wasn't sure I was up to an office visit. 

I was so nervous walking in. She was seated at her desk. She asked me
to close the door. 

"Brenda tells me she told you about our ... relationship," she said. 

"Uh, yes she did." I couldn't believe it. Sitting here having this
conversation. How could Brenda do this? 

"You understand that that was before the school year started." 

She was looking at me, a concerned look on her face. I guessed that she
was nervous about this. "Yes Ma'am." 

"Good. I just wanted you to understand that. And it was just one
time--and it was just ... I don't ..." 

"Yes Ma'am." 

"Are you nervous?" 

"I guess a little, maybe ..." 

She smiled at me. "Don't be afraid." She seemed to think a second, then
said: "Listen: May 28 is the deadline for me to turn in the grades. Are
you going to be here this summer?" 

"Yes Ma'am." 

"I want to make an appointment to see you May 29." I stared at her.
"Come by the office at 9AM." 

"Uh, yes Ma'am." 

"Good," she said and smiled. "Thanks for stopping by." 

I was out. It was like I could breathe again--I wondered if I'd held my
breath during the whole time I was in there. 

I had to tell someone about it. I told Brenda that night when we were
studying in the library. She laughed: "She wants to spank you!" she
said. I stared. "Oh, she wants you so bad!" she said again and giggled
some more. "You're going to go through with it, aren't you?" she asked.


"She can't really mean ..." 

"Oh, you are innocent! You'll go, won't you?" 

"Aren't you jealous?" 

"Oh, no! I told you, that was just a one-time thing! Listen, she's
going to be thinking about you for months! You'd better watch out or
she'll come after you!" Talking to her hadn't helped. I was even more
shaken up. We tried to study for a while. 

"Listen," she finally spoke up again. "Do you want to find out what
it's like?" 

"What?" 

"What it is like to be spanked." 

"Brenda!" 

"By a guy! Not me or anything." 

"No!" 

"Yes you do! Let's call Rich." 

"Brenda, you're kidding!" 

"We can get together with him and he won't tell anyone. And I think he
likes you!" 

"Stop kidding around!" 

"No, really! I'll go call him." And she was off. I stared after her.
She was back in a minute: "Come on," she said, pulling me up. 

"Brenda, I can't go over there!" 

"He's expecting us. Get your stuff and come on!" And I found myself
following Brenda to Rich's dorm and right up to his room. She knocked
and he answered. No roommate. 

The next morning, Brenda saw me before class. She asked immediately:
"So--does your rear hurt?" 

"No; he really didn't do either of us very hard." 

"Well, we didn't spank him very hard either." 

"Well, tonight will be different," I replied. 




	
		
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