I sighed and said, “Okay, here it comes.” Even with the denim covering her, she yelped with the first strokes.
“Jesus, this is pretty hard for a maintenance spanking.” She didn’t say “tuna salad,” however. The sound of the impacts on her was rather loud. She bounced around, moaned, and complained, but she took it.
She said to me, “I think you’re actually enjoying this.”
“Of course, you knew I would.”
At some point she got up on her toes; she had also raised her body so that she was almost upright. Her moans had turned into yowls. I decided that it was enough. I gave her some moments to recuperate; we were both breathing heavily. She grabbed her ass and rubbed it.
I said, “I bet rubbing yourself is not helping much.” She glared back at me.
She was truly angry now, not faking it. “You’re going to pay for this, you little mother-fucker.”
“Are you trying to hurt my feelings?” In some strange way, I was bothered by her insult.
“I don’t care about your feelings; I care about me and my poor ass.”
“All right, drop your pants. Your panties too, assuming you are wearing any.”
“I am so wearing them.”
Her clothes dropped down to her knees. I said. “Those jeans didn’t do much to protect you. Your ass, which is usually so pale, is a red mess now.”
“Well, you’ve really have been swinging that thing.”
“Am I? I thought I was restraining myself a bit.”
“Go ahead, try to break me; make me cry. You can’t do it.”
“Nora, I don’t want to break you.” But I didn’t want to admit that the idea of making her cry appealed to me. Instead, I said, “Anyway, here’s some more.”
As usual, she was stubborn. She made a lot of noise during the bare behind phase, but she stayed in place. I felt for her, but I also admired her bravery, if that was the best way to describe it.
I stopped and stepped back when she dropped to her knees and gripped the footboard. I wasn’t going to hit her when she was kneeling on the floor. There were horizontal striped marks across her ass where the belt had landed.
“Instead of corner time, I’ll think you should just get up and stay bent over the bed for a while.”
She had some emotions to express. “You’re really an evil bastard, you know that?”
“So what are you going to do about it?”
“Like I’m never going to fuck you again.”
I was sure that wasn’t true. “Whatever you say.” I went over to the side of her bed and sat on the edge. Yet, I was more rattled than I had expected. Did I really have to do that to my own girlfriend? I’m becoming a sadist, I think.
I said, “Come over here; lie down on the bed.” She placed herself sideways to my right. I told her, “At least I didn’t make you say, ‘Thank you sir; may I please have another?’ ”
“It would be more like, ‘Fuck you sir; shove that belt up your ass, buckle and all.’ ”
Sometimes I enjoyed Nora’s witty profanity, which would come out when she was truly pissed like she was now. Then I suddenly reached out and put my hands between her legs. She didn’t try to stop me as I put my fingers into her. “It couldn’t have been that bad; I can feel how wet you got. You’re all lubricated and ready for a screwing.”
“That couldn’t be a surprise to you; you’ve seen that before.” As I fondled her, she put one of her own hands down there to help me with the stroking.
“My dear Nora, you can see that the pain in your backside is followed by pleasure in your pussy.”
“Must you be such a…” Dick? She didn’t complete the thought. Instead, her other hand went down to grab my wrist and guide my fingers into her cunt.
I said, “That’s it, let me take care of your cunt and you can handle your own clit.”
By now her eyes were closed and little moans were coming out of her. “Come on, don’t taunt me, fuck me soon.”
I tried to interpret that. This girl is so wonderfully perverse, but I’m pretty perverse too. In a little while, she said, “All right, how do you want it?”
“Funny you should ask. I know exactly how it should go. First, take your jeans all the way off.” After she had done that I said, “Now, I want to get a cowgirl from you.”
“If that’s what you want, then that’s what you’ll get.”
As she straddled me, I lifted her blouse and started sucking on her nipples. She obviously liked that, “Oh man, that feels so good.” Then she jabbed a finger into my chest. From her tone, she still seemed to be angry, “I’m going to fuck the hell out of you.”
“Is that a threat or a promise?”
“It’s both.”
When she was on top and I was inside her, she went at me like a pile driver, only faster. I had never before experienced anything like that with her. She climaxed first. Somehow she got her legs up and behind me, and she leaned back so that I had to hold her to steady her. Some kind of ungodly noise came out of her.
I said, “Don’t relax now; we’re not done yet.” She went back to pounding me.
I have noticed that sometimes — it could be with Nora or it could be during masturbation — some small detail or thought would send me over the edge and make me climax.
In this case, I imagined that, when I came, the stream that I was ejaculating would be one of those that went up and out a long way. Of course, I wouldn’t actually see it that time. And despite what’s in Portnoy’s Complaint, it wasn’t easy to accomplish that feat.
But that’s what I imagined, and it worked perfectly. I yelled as I shot off up into her body.
Afterwards, we stayed in that position for a few moments. Then we both fell back on the bed, face up. I was staring at the ceiling with my pants down, and she was doing the same, bottomless except for her sandals.
Eventually, we turned to face each other. I rubbed her on the thighs where she wasn’t marked; she in turn held and kissed me. I wouldn’t have known from the previous semester how affectionate she could be.
I said, “Our relationship is wonderful but weird.”
“We’re both pretty strange.”
“How did we find each other? Oh, I remember, you came and got me. George Orwell, that was it.”
She replied, “I had to first register for a class you were in too.” She tried for mock sarcasm. “How could I be so lucky?” Then she looked at her watch. “Let’s go downstairs and have a drink. Or maybe two. My uncle won’t be home for another four hours.”
“Speaking of him, you never told me that he came home early.”
“It was only that one time. Besides, you’re a boyfriend, not a customer, so everything would be cool.”
I wasn’t so sure. “He’s a carpenter, right? He could probably beat my skinny ass to a pulp.”
“I wouldn’t let him hurt you; I’m his little princess.”
“Yeah? He literally beat your ass too.”
“I had been a very naughty princess. Like Joan Collins in Land of the Pharaohs.”
I was struck by her comment. “You actually saw that? It’s like about two seconds of footage.”
“She got it on her back, not her ass, but it was still pretty interesting. It was on TV, ‘The Million Dollar Movie.’ That must be where you saw it too. We should play that sometime as a game.” She stuck her arms out, “Oh, mighty descendent of the Gods, punish me for my misdeeds.”
“I’m not so sure. For one thing, I’d make a very strange Pharaoh.”
“How do you know? Maybe not all of them were big, muscular guys. Anyway, if we want those drinks, we should go downstairs now.”