Choose Your Own Spanking
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(****, ?/?, Edgy, Could contain anything.)

This is an interactive story where you get to choose how the story progresses. (Approximately 600 words. Originally published 1998-02.)

Reaching a vehicle, you are guided into the trunk. A man climbs inside with you. He is petite and the trunk is large, so there is plenty of room. The lid slams shut with a finality that scares you, but you are also extremely excited.

After a drive of several minutes the car stops and soon the trunk opens. You and Richard are let out and taken into a house. In the living room your blindfold is removed. Shari wastes no time.

"Over the couch, slaves!" she says sternly, and you and Richard obey, bending over with your naked bottoms all too prominent behind you. You know what is going to happen next and you cannot wait, though you are frightened and uncertain as to how you will react.

There's a loud smacking sound and Richard grunts. The sound comes again and suddenly your buttocks are on fire. You yelp and wiggle frantically.

"Stay down, slave!" snaps Shari. "You deserve this whipping and you shall get it. Now be quiet and take your punishment like an adult."

Silent now, you cringe and wait while Richard receives two strokes, and then two fresh blossoms of fire explode across your rear cheeks. It is all you can do not scream and run away. After a few seconds, however, the pain cools and your ass feels rather good. It is exciting to think of the beautiful Shari punishing your naughty bottom.

Richard has received three strokes, so now it is your turn. You are ready for the ultimate agony, wondering how you can possibly bear three strokes, but to your surprise the pain isn't as bad as you had imagined. Perhaps you are growing a bit accustomed to it. It still hurts, but it lacks that overwhelming peppery feeling that makes you go completely irrational and just want to flee.

Four strokes each, five, six, seven. By now the pain in your buttocks is severe. Even when Richard is being whipped you are hurting, wiggling and wondering when, if ever, this torture is going to stop. Surely you cannot take much more.

But there's the strap again, hard and heavy, a slow series of eight strokes. Tears drip down your face. Your body is fiendishly aroused. You want the woman Shari who causes you so much pain. Hell, at this moment you'd fuck a doorknob!

Nine blows this time. Your math is terrible, especially in this aroused and painful state, and you cannot even begin to count how many strokes you've received, except you know it's been a lot, far more than you would have accepted had you known in advance. But now, bent over and being whipped, nothing would get you to move. The woman could whip you all night and you'd obey.

There's another pause while she whips her husband, and you are jealous, wishing she was whipping you again. At least then you knew she was thinking of you, watching you writhe in pain, suffering beautifully for her. You ache to punished by her again, and when the lashes come, it takes you to a high you've never felt before.

Panting deeply, Shari throws down the strap. "I can't take it any more," she cries. "Who wants me first?"

You cannot believe her words, and excitement floods through your body. Your skin aches as you rise, and you experience a flash of disappointment as you see Richard already coupling with her. But she is naked now, and you are excited. When he's done, it will be your turn. You can't wait.