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Subject: {ASSM} "Bank"  by deirdre  (ff, spank)  -- reposted by H. Jekyll and PleaseCain
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"Bank" -- (ff, spanking) 

by deirdre 

***** 

NOTE: We are not the authors of this story. "deirdre" was 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! 

To contact us: h_jekyll2000@yahoo.com, or PleaseCain@aol.com. 

*****



From: an65862@anon.penet.fi 

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.  Be warned that my stories are kind of talky, often have
very little sex, and are judged by some readers to stop before the good
parts.  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 



Bank 

by deirdre, 9/7/94 

We were just back from the beach, back when we were kids.  Mom made us
wait in the garage while she and Dad used the showers.  She wanted our
suits right away though so we stripped down.  There we were, my sister
Jill and I completely naked in the garage (yes, the door was closed). 
We were really too young to care too much.  We started playing tag and
soon it was the idea to smack the other's bottom.  Yes, the garage had
a back door with a window and I worried about it but it was very
unlikely that anyone would peek in. 

But there was a little tapping sound, and there was Susan, our
next-door neighbor letting us know she was watching!  She asked what
was going on and we told her.  Susan was a couple of years older than
me, maybe 13 or 14 at the time and I was a year older than Jill. 
Finally we unlocked the door and let her in.  I guess we realized the
garage was arranged so that we'd hear the door to the house open before
anyone could see, because Susan finally decided to join our game! 
There was a corner she could get to quickly that was out of view of the
door my Mom would be coming through.  She left her clothes in that
corner. 

And that was it, really.  We played our tag for a while and Mom finally
called us.  Jill and I went and showered together, leaving Susan to
dress and slip out the back.  The only thing I remember is that Susan
slapped harder than Jill and soon I was trying to slap harder.  Oh, and
I remember that Susan had breasts.  It's hard to say why I liked the
whole experience, but I remember being very happy about it and it
remains a striking memory. 

But a few years later once I was over at Susan's, in her room talking
and listening to music and somehow our discussion of our appearance
brought up the memory of that game of tag.  I told Susan I'd had a good
look at her body and we laughed about it. 

"You're not embarrassed about that time?" she asked. 

"We were just kids," I answered. 

"And I spanked your bare rear!" she said, giggling. 

"You got it too!"  She didn't answer right away. 

"Did you... *like* it at all?" she finally asked.  I guess I was
alarmed.  Did she mean seeing each other naked?  I'd heard of lesbians.
 But I knew that Susan adored boys.  I wasn't too sophisticated back
then and didn't know what to make of her question. 

"It was fun!"  I answered honestly and rather innocently despite my
doubts. 

"Being spanked?" she asked. 

"It was part of the game," I answered. 

"Did you ever want to play it again?" she asked. 

"I *loved* it but it was one of those one-of-a-kind things.  We're
older now." 

"No one has to know," she said as if she were sharing a secret.  "We
could just try the spanks."  I was amazed.  I stared.  She stood up and
took off her top and shorts, then her bra and panties.  She stood in
front of me, naked.  She smiled and did a pirouette.  Then she turned
around and wriggled her rear a little.  I stared at her.  "I'd better
lay across your lap," she said. 

I was sitting on the side of the bed.  She lay across my lap, her bare
rear right there. 

"Do it," she said. 

"This is weird," I returned. 

"Come on, do it!"  I patted her rear once.  "Yes!  Now harder!"  Again,
harder.  "*Real hard*!  Make your hand hurt!"  I actually managed to
spank her hard maybe four or five times.  She stood up suddenly,
rubbing her bottom.  She looked at me and smiled.  "Thanks!" she said. 

It was my turn.  She just stood there rubbing her behind.  I didn't
move--I was frozen.  She still smiled.  "I guess that's enough," she
finally said and started getting dressed.  Oddly enough I found that I
felt disappointed at not getting my turn. 

That was years ago.  I don't see Susan now but I ran into her
recently--I was waiting in the line at the bank and suddenly I realized
that my rear had been bumped several times and it was probably
someone's hand! I turned around and there was Susan!  "Hello," she said
and grinned. We talked normal "get up-to-date" talk all the way through
the line. We ended up getting tellers about the same time and she was
standing there when I finished.  She darted ahead of me opening the
doors on the way out and between the doors, she looked over her
shoulder at me and smiled as she wriggled her rear.  And stopped ever
so briefly, making me almost run into her.  Outside she said we should
get together but we spit up without me even knowing if she still had
the same last name. 



	
		
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