Further adventures of Lucy

[cindaz84]

The Christmas party was in full swing. Lucy, standing in the corner alone, clutched her drink. She watched the scene fascinated, the music blaring in the background, couples oblivious they were being watched. Lucy hadn’t experienced anything like it before.
At 16 she had led a sheltered life and was pretty naïve when it came to men, sex and life. Her headmaster father had been strict and she had received regular punishments resulting in throbbing red lines on her shapely bottom. Initially when the punishments started she would cry out in pain. More recently these punishments excited her, the searing red hot pain resulting in her fanny becoming swollen and moist. After the punishments she would lie in bed with her pyjamas on, left hand fondling her hard nipples, her right hand exploring her moist crevices until she shuddered to orgasm.
Lucy had had several boyfriends who were immature. When asked, she would obediently stroke their rigid members but they always came too quickly, leaving her frustrated and bored. Surely there must be more to sex than a quick fumble with immature boys? She needed a real man.
At 16, Lucy’s father had been insistent that she enrolled at college to do more exams. She wanted nothing more than books and exams. She wanted excitement. She had recently started to work as a junior dental nurse. It was OK as jobs go and gave her some money. However most days her attention focused solely on David, the associate dentist in the practice. Despite his teasing, mischievous behaviour, there was something about him that made her tingle. Only a couple of days before the party he had complained that her looked like shit – well she had been dancing all night – and had, to her surprise, punished her over a desk until her cheeks burnt with pain. Daydreaming, she wondered if the opportunity would ever come up again.
Back to reality. She clutched her diet coke and watched the lithe bodies dancing on the dance floor. She wished she had the nerve to join in. She had only come to the party because she knew David had been invited. She hoped he would appear without his stuck up girlfriend. However there was no sign of him. Perhaps she should go.
Suddenly she was aware of an older woman making a B line for her. “You look lonely. Here on your own?” said the brunette. Lucy felt shy and nodded. “Come on I’ll look after you. Now first of all you need a real drink” The stranger held Lucy’s hand tightly pulling her towards the kitchen. The stranger was so glamorous and confident, why did she want to bother with little Lucy.
Pouring a large quantity of vodka into Lucy’s glass the stranger asked Lucy her name. “Lucy” she mumbled. The strangler chucked, “you must be Juicy Lucy, I’ve heard about you”. Lucy blushed fiercely and looked at the floor. “Drink up and I’ll get you another, you look like you could do with one”.
The stranger chatted, pouring more vodka at regular intervals into Lucy’s glass until Lucy felt a warm glow permeating across her body. “Let’s have a smoke, come with me outside” whispered the stranger, pulling Lucy across the kitchen, towards the garden.
Outside the cold air hit Lucy. Her bare legs exposed by a brief ‘rah-rah’ skirt shivered. A group of boys, older than Lucy stood smoking. “Hello boys” said the dark strange, still grasping Lucy’s hand “I want you to meet my new friend, Juice Lucy”. The boys nodded in my direction, looking me up and down, smirking, and went back to their conversation. The stranger lit two cigarettes, handing one to Lucy. “You really are quite a pretty little thing, but I think you need to be taught a thing or two”. Lucy had no idea what she meant. The stranger slid a hand round Lucy’s waist, bringing her face closer. “Don’t worry, Dave will be here soon and he would love it if I taught you a thing or two”. How did she know about Dave and what was she going to teach her. Finishing her cigarette, the stranger, still holding Lucy’s waist guided her back into the house.
They found an empty room downstairs, dark and cool, with a table in the middle. “I believe you’ve been punished before?” How did she know? What was going to happen? “I’ve heard the stories”. Roughly she pushed a trembling Lucy toward the table. “You’re a dirty little girl who needs to be taught a lesson. Dave’s out of your league. Bend over the table”. Taking two curtain ties she tied Lucy’s hands so she couldn’t escape. The stranger pulled Lucy’s skirt up, exposing her sensible white knickers. “This is going to hurt. You need to be taught a lesson”. Lucy waited in anticipation, frightened but intrigued.
‘Slap’ the stranger’s hand ‘bit’ into Lucy’s bottom, leaving a glowing red handprint across her cheeks. Again and again the hand struck Lucy’s reddening bottom. Pulling Lucy’s knickers down abruptly, admiring her handy work, the stranger continued to rain slaps on Lucy’s vulnerable, exposed cheeks. Lucy tried not to cry out, tears pouring down her face.
Suddenly the beating stopped. The stranger’s hands stroking the glowing buttocks tenderly. Her fingers’ explored Lucy’s dripping (obviously said in a Birmingham ascent) pussy. Lucy pushed her buttocks against the stranger’s hand wanting her fingers deeper insider her. The fingers burrowing inside Lucy made her forget her scorching, tingling bottom. The stranger sensed Lucy’s desire, quickly released Lucy’s hands, pulling her into a frantic embrace. The two girls’ tongues urgently exploring each other’s mouths. The stranger pulled away, lifting Lucy so she was sitting on the table, her pulsating bullocks pressed firmly against the cold wood. The stranger pulled Lucy’s legs apart. Bending the strangers tongue probed Lucy’s now swollen cunt, sucking her clitoris. Lucy felt the orgasm building, taking over, when suddenly the door swung open, and a man standing in the doorway, surveying the scene.
“What the hell is going on here? I might have known you’d be up to no good Lucy” Dave roared. Lucy blushed, embarrassed, and at the same time wanting the brunette to carry on licking and sucking her. The stranger stood up, laughing. “I thought she needed to be taught a lesson. I can see I’m not wanted her”. Dave switched the lights on, staring at Lucy, lying on the table, her legs apart and cunt glistening. The stranger wiped her wet mouth, kissed Dave on the cheek. “She’s all yours” and, with a snigger, left the room to find her next unsuspecting victim.
Lucy slid off the table, hastily smoothing down her skirt, her knickers abandoned in a moment of passion. Dave roughly held her shoulders, “I thought you only enjoyed my punishments, obviously not. But now I’m here let me see the damage”. Dave turned Lucy round, pushing her over the table, pulling up her skirt. His hand stroked Lucy’s tingling bottom. “Not bad for a dyke” he said, admiring the glowing hand prints. “However you’ve disappointed me. I need to finish the job properly”.
Looking round the room for a suitable instrument, Dave suddenly had an idea. “I want you to go into the garden and find a switch, make sure it’s flexible, I want this to hurt.”
Lucy didn’t answer. She didn’t have much choice. She didn’t want Dave to ignore her. She craved the punishment he had previously administered. Reluctantly she headed to the garden. The cold air stinging her well punished cheeks. Quickly she snapped a young pliant shoot from an apple tree. Void of leaves, the knobbly buds felt harsh against her hands. Would she regret her choice? She shivered with excitement and made her way back into the house to Dave.
Dave took the switch from her, whipping it through the air. A foot stool stood in the corner of the room. Pulling it forward, Dave told Lucy to kneel in front of it. “This is going to hurt, you need 12 strokes and I want you to count them out loud”. She knelt obediently. Dave pulled up Lucy’s skirt exposing his target. “Legs straight and together, and don’t move”. Lucy gripped the corners of the stool in anticipation. The switch whipped through the air, and connected with her red cheeks. The searing pain shot through her body, leaving a red hot, blistering heat across her buttocks. “One” she cried out. Again and again the switch whipped against her tender skin with an intensity she had never felt before. She fought back the tears until at last she mumbled “twelve” between sobs.
Dave’s hands felt the blazing wields across Lucy’s cheeks. He massaged them gently, tracking the raised lines. He felt Lucy’s buttocks rising up to meet his hand, pushing urgently, rhythmically against him. His engorged cock throbbed inside his trousers. His fingers travelled over the curve of her aching buttocks, parting her lips and plunged into her wet cunt. Dave felt her muscles grip his fingers, as she rocked against his hand. Swiftly Dave released his pulsating cock, thrusting it deep inside Lucy. Immediately he felt Lucy come, waves of desire tearing through her body. His rhythmic thrusts becoming more urgent, deeper and deeper inside her. Lucy felt his cock explode inside her as she came again. Dave’s fingers again exploring the damaged cheeks, then circled her anus, probing and pushing his finger into her. It felt so naughty but she immediately wanted more.
Taking his still erect, dripping cock out of her cunt, Dave pushed it against her anus, firstly gently, entering her, then with urgency penetrating her tight anus, feeling it clutching and drawing him deeper inside. Within what seemed like seconds, both shuddered to explosive orgasms.
Dave pulled Lucy to her feet and into a passionate embrace. Both hungry with desire. Both wanting to explore each other's body. “Well do you think you have been soundly punished or do you need more? I need to know you have learnt your lesson” Eyes locked, Lucy slowly shook her head and smiled. “Well I better finish the job”. Lucy grinned and took Dave’s hand. “I can’t wait for round two”. They left the party with only one thing on their mind but that’s another story.

[Often123]

Intriguing, but would like to hear more about the woman/stranger who got Lucy warmed up.