I called her and we chatted for a while before I suggested we meet up. Alison told me that her parents were away for the weekend so I could go over to her house. I felt the blood pumping into my cock at the prospect.
Friday evening arrived and I admit I was nervous. She was gorgeous but we hadn’t made any plans about what to do that evening and I wondered if she wanted me as much as I wanted her. I needn’t have worried.
She opened the door and ushered me in. As the door closed, she put her arms around me and kissed me firmly on the lips. I felt the blood pumping again.
We settled on the sofa and got to know a little about each other. After we’d chatted for some time, she reminded me of our previous encounter, where both of us had been forced to undress and our piano teacher, Miss Edwards had caned us both. She blushed as she recounted this, which I found most exciting.
She moved closer and kissed me again, long and hard.
“Will you spank me now Mike?” she asked meekly.
I admit this is not what I was expecting but my growing erection suggested I was not averse to the idea. “Of course I will, if that is what you’d like.”
“Then I’ll spank you, like I did at Miss Edwards,” she added.
I had no idea where this was headed but I was excited, “Fair enough,” I replied.
On the sofa, Alison had told me how she loved riding so I shouldn’t have been surprised when she returned with a long whippy riding crop. I took it from her and gave it a few trial swipes. It made a wonderful sound as I whipped it through the air.
I felt that I should take the lead. “Alison, strip down to your underwear.”
She didn’t move and I wondered if I’d somehow misread the situation. But I carried on. “Now Alison! Don’t make me tell you again,” I instructed her.
I flexed the riding crop as I watched her remove her skirt. My breathing grew faster as she took off her blouse and I saw her magnificent breasts pushing over the top of her bra. I wanted her bra and panties off but I was also determined to make this last.
I pulled up a chair and directed her to lay across my lap. The second she stretched herself across my thighs the heat from her body spread directly to my penis and, judging from the look she gave me, she’d felt the growing erection. I ran my palm over her taut bum cheeks and one finger along the tell tale impression left by her slit in her pantie material.
I began to spank her bottom, alternating between her left and right cheeks until she cried out.
“Let’s see what impact I’ve had, shall we?” I breathed deeply as I slid her panties down her thighs. Her bum was a healthy pink colour with a visible imprint of my hand.
“Stand up Alison. Stand... facing me, between my legs.”
With her panties round her knees, she shuffled off my lap and moved towards me, between my open thighs. I studied her slit, lightly covered by that mound of soft, fair hair which I had dreamed about since our piano lesson beating. The lips of her slit were now swollen and glistened with her excited juices. My cock responded, even though it was still trapped in my pants.
“Take off your bra, Alison.”
Her breasts pushed forward in her bra as she reached behind to unclip it . She slid it sexily down her arms, revealing the perfect breasts I recalled: firm and tipped with hard, erect nipples. I held one of her breasts and sucked on the nipple, running my tongue around until she groaned. Time to focus.
I slid her panties down to the ground and she stepped out of them. Her body was beautiful. I turned her around and bent her over the arm of the sofa. I stepped to one side to admire her firm breasts, pointing down so pertly, before I moved up behind her. My trapped cock was hurting now but I pressed up against her bum and spread her legs wide.
The riding crop was to hand and again I swished it through the air, noting how Alison trembled.
Swish, the first stroke was harder than I meant and she leapt up rubbing her bum, but all I saw were those gorgeous breasts swinging from side to side.
“Bend over again Alison. You will get one extra stroke every time you try to stop me or get up before I have finished.”
She bent over and parted her legs, exposing her moist slit and presenting taut bum cheeks.
Swish, swish... the crop made an even more wonderful sound as it struck Alison’s bum. The imprint of the crop was clear on her right cheek.