In Memoriam to Shelly

[fesseur]

I had been spending a few days at my cabin in the Blue Ridge mountains doing little fix-up jobs, cutting firewood, reading in the swimming hole and generally relaxing. I had to run into town for a few errands. It was only a twenty minute drive through beautiful bucolic countryside sprinkled with old log barns and lots of cows who kept the green pastures neat from a distance. The road was lightly traveled and curved sensually around and over rolling hills. The counties population had not changed since the civil war and the lack of serious development in this rural area made for a great change of pace as well as scenery from my hometown of Richmond, Va. As one entered quaint Ashtown, there was a small traffic circle that was planted with large boxwoods that had bright flowers surrounding them (maintained by the Women's Club). Even the parking meters were still one penny for 12 minutes. After stopping at the supermarket, I proceeded to the hardware store for a gallon of paint. There was a spot right in front that I was about to back into when two kids began to cross the street behind me. One was a neighbor's 12 year old who waved as he trotted bye. As I began to back up, a red Mini Cooper sprinted in nose first. I couldn't believe it and backed up beside the Cooper. The owner was just getting out,... in her 30's,trim, wearing tailored shorts and a tank top.... I got out of my car and approached her.
"That was very rude, Miss" I stated in a steady voice.
"Whaddya mean?" she asked in a Northern accent.
"I was about to park there when you took my spot"
"Sorry", not sounding at all sorry.
"That's hardly an apology for such naughty behavior"
"So, whaddya want to do about it, Spank me?"
I couldn't believe my ears, "That would certainly be appropriate" I said, looking her straight in her brown eyes.
She was no longer smirking. Her voice softened " and you think you're the one to do it?"
"I think so. You certainly deserve it" keeping direct eye contact.
"I'm a grown woman. You people certainly have some odd ideas" she said without real conviction, almost dreamily. I continued to stare and nodded.
"Where?" she barely whispered.
"While Main Street is where you behaved so badly, I suspect we might both be arrested here in Ashtown if I spanked you in the middle of the street."
Just then, Buddy Wood deputy sheriff pulled up.
"Hey Will, having car trouble?"
"No buddy, this nice lady was just asking for some direction"
"Well Will, could you pull up in that space two cars up? ...By the way, we were wondering if your place might be available for us to use for a pig roast in October to benefit the Police Youth Group? Let me know would ya?" "Should be fine, Buddy. Let me know the date."
"Thanks, see ya, Will... Ma’am."
"I guess I'll park my truck and then we can continue our discussion. There is a coffee shop across the street. Shall we chat there?"
She nodded and showed the slightest smile. Over coffee we established that Marion had not been spanked since a teenager by her first love(only once after she stood him up for a date and later laid herself across his knee without invitation, instructing him to punish her for disappointing him). She had frequent urges to be spanked both for sensual pleasure and for other reasons that she had trouble articulating...wanting discipline in her life. She was married but her husband never seemed to take her hints and was preoccupied with his research, trying to get tenure at the local college, etc. She was a dance instructor/choreographer. We agreed upon safe words, vowed total descretion and secrecy to the point of knowing each other by first names only.I invited her to come to my "cabin" for her promised chastisement.
"Well since you're so buddy buddy with ol'Buddy, I guess you're not a mass murderer" Marion replied with a grin. "No, but don't be surprised if your bottom is killing you" a grin returned. "I need to stop by the hardware store before we head out. We need to get our pennies together for your meter...25 will get us 5 hours. See what you can come up with while I pick up some things"
After selecting the paint, I found 30' of heavy nylon rope and a leather tool belt. Sam, the fellow working the counter asked if I needed any brushes or paint paddles.
"Thanks ,Sam I'm glad you asked. I could use a 2" cutting brush."
"Nylon or natural? Nylon's cheaper."
" I think I'll go with the natural for this job Sam."
I left with my purchases and smiled at Marion who was sitting in her car. On the way out of town, there was a pick-up parked by the side of the road with a sign offering oysters and crabmeat for sale. As I pulled over Marion Squealed "CRABMEAT!"
"No, oysters."
"But, I hate oysters"
"I think you'll like these"
"I DON'T"
"You will" I said with a direct stare. "A pint of oysters please."
We drove in silence for a few minutes before we began to speak of the weather, scenery, etc. Soon we were going down the lane to my cabin...an old log house with window boxes nestled amongst large old oaks, poplars and maples. Marion told me some time later that when we reached the bottom of the lane she felt as if she were in God's hand in this verdant hollow surrounded by the Blue Ridge . I led her directly into the cabin and straight to the living room. I sat down on the couch. Marion asked "may I join you?" I grabbed her wrist firmly and pulled her across my lap saying "of course". As I caressed Marion's rounded globes through her fitted shorts I told her softly. "this is something you want, need and deserve. It will hurt but bring pleasure. I will not injure you in any way." I then began spanking slowly and firmly but not too hard. Marion murmured oo's and ah's. As I slowly increased the pace and intensity of her spanks, rubbing briefly after each blow. Marion began to squirm a bit. I told her to hold still or I would pull down her shorts (and began spanking harder) She wiggled her bottom in what I knew was an exaggerated fashion.
"Stand up, Marion."
“Turn your back to me".
“Lower your shorts...slowly...Now, take your shorts off. She was wearing satin bikini's that accentuated her lovely ass perfectly...turn around...Now lie down across my knee again, we're not finished."
Her cheeks were a pretty pink as I scrunched up her panties exposing all but the most private. I rubbed her bottom again for a few minutes while Marion moaned softly. I began slapping her sweet ass again, this time striking tangentially from top to bottom alternating with similar slaps from bottom to top, lifting her taunt cheeks upwards. She cried out "no, stop!"(not our safe word)
"you know you need this, naughty girl”.Slap!
“Stealing my parking space” .Slap!
“Being rude” .Slap,Slap,Slap
."oww,please stop!" Slap! Slap!
"Like you did…” Slap “.. stealing my parking space.!" Slap!
"That's enough, Stop!"
" I think not" I said as I pulled Marion's panties down to her knees.
By now there was quite a contrast between her red cheeks and her upper thighs, but my palm was burning as well. There was a bottle of Vaseline Intensive Care on the table beside the couch. I hoped it felt as good to Marion's cherry red moons as it did to my palm. Her butt was hot and smooth. Her gluts were wonderfully round from top to bottom with hardly a crease at the transition from buttock to thigh. The sides of her buttocks had a dimpled appearance as they descended down to her hips. Her thighs were lean and firm. As I messaged, Marion allowed her thighs to separate giving me my first glimpse of her lovely nether lips. They appeared slightly moist and full. How I resisted her invitation to stroke her intimate area, I do not know. Instead, I spanked her upper thighs briskly. She yelped and began flutter kicking her legs. I clamped down with my right leg and moved up to the top of her sweet ass and worked my way down again methodically to her thighs. She fought it less, and now I could plainly observe her pussy looking more wet. I wanted to extend our pleasure as long as possible...Stand up Marion. She wobbled to her feet wiping tears from her eyes.. Go stand in he corner...hands behind your neck...don't turn around. I went to the kitchen and prepared the oysters, warming them in milk until they were slightly firm. I then placed several of them in ice water to prevent further cooking and eventually put them back in tepid water. I noticed an old pair of rubber Rebook River Slippers on the floor. Perfect! The soles had been worn smooth in the river and they had plenty of flex. I peeped into the living room and Marion was still in place with her hands clasping the back of her neck. She was lovely. I took a dishcloth into the room and told Marion to close her eyes. Then I tied the blindfold in place...
"Take off your top", I ordered..
"Please,no, I won't"
"Oh, you will." I led her back to the couch, but this time bent her over its arm. I rubbed her reddened bottom firmly, allowing my hand to brush her moist hot sex. After a few preliminary hand spanks, I pulled the Reebok out of my pocket and began tapping her cheeks softly, watching her vulva contract with each swat. She was looking quite wet. I increased the force of my swings hearing a Splat with each blow. Her cheeks were getting angrier now, but I needed to even up the colors between her cheeks and upper thighs.
"Yellowwww"
I backed off admiring the view, then resumed spanking and messaging more slowly telling Marion how well she was doing and that I wasn't angry with her anymore, just enjoying looking at her..
"Ah, please stop" ".
“Take off your top.and bra" ..Splat!Splat.
"Wait stop. I will." Her breasts were lovely, not large but they were wonderfully shaped, round and full with small brown areola and pert brown nipples that pointed up slightly. I bent her over again while rolling her nipple between my thumb and index finger as I spanking her softly with my right hand returning to the tangential slaps I had used before.
" Oh, God "she crooned...
I leaned her over further and began stroking her bottom with the new paintbrush that I had left under a pillow. It was designed to get into nooks and crannies and worked well as I slid it up and down her crevice and into her folds.
"Oh yes..yes,yes!"
I continued like this for a few minutes and then began kissing and nuzzling her sweet cranberry red bottom, occasionally giving it a pinch or love bite. While licking and blowing, I reached over to the warm bowl of oysters. Marion screamed in passion as I rubbed her lips and swollen clitoris with the first warm oyster. I worked up and down between her vaginal lips lightly, eventually entering her with my well oystered finger. She was in ecstasy, rolling her hips and pushing against my finger/oyster. I withdrew and slapped her hard several times, then took out a fresh oyster. I bent her further still, exposing her brown wrinkled orifice. I kissed her buns with fervor, sucking her globes fiercely. The oyster began encircling her anus, giving her delicious kisses. I began to push and probe while hearing cries unlike anything during her spanking. I moved my left hand around her waist rubbing Marion's sweet spot as the oyster probed her darkest place...My hand became wet..... I pulled out my cock and coated it with Marion's juices. Placing it between her wonderful cheeks, pointing towards her lower back, I quickly came. Marion slumped over in exhaustion as I rubbed her wonderful tomato red bottom with my cum. I laid her down on her stomach and admired my work as she rested. After a glass of white wine and oyster stew, we went skinny dipping in the swimming hole. The water was cold but Marion assured me it felt "so good". Sadly, it was time for Marion to return to town. As we drove, she said she didn't want to call me Will. What did she wish to call me,
"Master?", I asked.
"I was thinking maybe Taup."
"I like that. What shall I call you, bottom?"
"Too corney..salt and pepper, ham and eggs. No, not bottom."
"How about oyster?"
" Oyster! I like the sentiment, but the word doesn't have any musicality."
"Hmmn, Pearl?"
"Too mammy, but thanks"
"Shell?"
"Shelly would be lovely. Call me Shelly."
"I will, Shelly. Shelly. Yes that's good. I will"
We arranged a few future meetings and worked out details in case of need to cancel, then said our good-byes in the truck.
As Shelly was getting out of the truck, she turned back to me and said in a husky voice "and Taup...don't forget to bring more oysters...I was thinking they might be good with Tobasco..."

Bon appetite.

Oysters anyone?


by Fesseur

[hairbrushedhubby]

Very good story and different too, certainly gives a new slant on oysters, well done.

[fesseur]

Thank you. Yes, oysters aren't just for eating anymore...

[sophia]

Love your name and your writing style. I was disappointed there was only one story from you posted.

Sophia

[fesseur]

Merci, bien, Sophia. Je n'ai pas ecrit plus d'histoires, mais peut-etre un jour...
Will

[fesseur]

Love your name and your writing style. I was disappointed there was only one story from you posted.

Sophia

Hi Sophia,
You might check a visual piece that I did a few weeks ago. Go to my profile and look under videos. "Imagine Yourself". My first effort of this sort. Let me know what you think.
Cheers,
Will