Allison - a Spaning Story

Warning: Don't read this if all you want is the T&A, the hard fuck, the cum-shot. This story will disappoint you.

So much of what we are all into here has been covered by others. I'm only trying to frame it all in a way I find compelling. It's fiction.

This story takes place in the Perfect Beginning Universe. It makes brief mention of Michele's work.

For me, first time is always the most exciting. Compounding the excitement is the anxiety when at least one character realizes that they are not the person they thought they were.

This story takes place in a very male dominant society, one which is even more patriarchal than our own. Pete comes to realize that as he falls under Allison's spell, he does not measure up to societal expectations. These two young people are discovering and becoming as they grow together as a couple.

Psychological conflict and tension are central themes in this story.

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The following is an outline of how this society operates. The Perfect Beginning provides a slightly more comprehensive description of the universe.

* People are legal adults at 18 years of age.

* People usually live to about 2,000 years of age.

* The cultural norm has almost all legal adults living with their family of origin until they turn 200 years old.

* Young people between the ages of 18 and 200 are treated as and referred to as children when they choose to continue living with their parents.

* Young people between the ages of 18 and 200 often behave much as we would expect teenagers to behave here in our world. They are kept in a state of arrested emotional development.

* Young people between the ages of 18 and 200 years customarily consume "blockers" which prevent them from having sexual feelings or impulses.

* Some young people will begin to "date" around 160 yers of age and while they are expected to continue to take their blockers, some will surreptitiously stop taking them while a few will stop responding to them.

* Age and masculinity are revered in this world. Everybody looks up to their elders and few seriously question the patriarchy.

All characters in the story are over 18 years of age.

It is customary for those below the age of 200 to demonstrate their status by wearing clothing which signify to others that they are off limits. They would wear what we would think of as children's clothing. Remember, an 18 year old and a 1,900 year old would look exactly the same age, so children's clothes are very useful for signaling to those over 200 years to abstain from any romantic or sexual pursuit of another who was deemed of an inappropriate age.

Lastly, sex is not technically illegal for people between the ages of 18 and 200 years. It is considered profoundly taboo. Adult-children (18+) do have sex but it is kept very quiet. Some parents punish their children for engaging in this sinful pleasure and adult-children almost never tell-on one another in this regard, even those who might not like one another. Adult children live by a code and violation of said code subjects one to complete ostracization. Almost none experiment until they are well over 160 years old.

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"Hello, Sisters, my name is Allison and I am a strong, independent woman."

"Hello, Allison," the group replied in unison.

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Carol found her 12 step support group immediately after she understood that she needed to make changes in her life.

She read Girls On Top While Chaste or GOT, written by Michele Lanza, and when she put it down, she was a changed woman. Carol was an instant convert and eventually an acolyte. She was not changed in nature, rather she was changed on matters of perception. Her outlook on the world altered radically and with that sweeping change, her sense of herself in the world changed accordingly.

As she felt so autonomous and self realized, she enjoyed living in a male dominant society. It made her feel even more special for what she had. What she'd done to men meant all that much more to her because everybody looked up to men.

That said, she'd support any woman who wanted for herself what Carol had.

Decades after joining her Girls On Top support group, after nearly as much time reshaping her Mother/son relationship with Elliot, she introduced her daughter Allison to the community.

Much as Carol took to the group, Allison felt an instant kinship with the women she met there.

These women stood together and their numbers had grown since when Carol attended her first meeting. In the beginning, there were 6 women meeting in the basement of the library.

Her dear friend, Karen Jennings, the town librarian was who suggested she read GOT and soon there after, Carol joined Karen and her growing group of like minded women. In this, she gained a focus on her own nature and a reassuring sense of self acceptance. The twelve step program provided all of them support and validation and they enjoyed a great sense of unity between sisters.

The support group now numbered about seventy women who regularly attended meetings twice weekly. They did not keep attendance and membership was anonymous but Karen thought there were likely a couple dozen non regular attendees. They knew that over time, the community would grow on its own. Lanza's books opened possibility in the minds of many.

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"I'm going to introduce you to my mother."

"Okay," came his disoriented reply.

What the fuck?

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She spanked him. She'd spanked him long and hard. It had been the first real punishment spanking from Allison and he felt traumatized and disoriented. Not since his mother last spanked him, long ago, had anyone even come close to what Allison had done.

Allison, meanwhile, forged ahead into pleasure. In his state of shock, she "comforted" him and while hugging him and shushing him, she acted on his body.

"There, there now, little boy. You took your spanking very well." She projected loving encouragement and he felt himself in response to her. "It was a good spanking; a very fine spanking. Wasn't it a good spanking?" asked in that voice reserved for young children.

It was a lot of things and he had very mixed feelings about it all. It hurt terribly. Terribly. His bottom was on fire. She'd made him cry, for goodness sakes. He was reluctant, even to himself, to acknowledge that it was more than a painful punishment. It was only natural for him to look at this first as the tears were still streaming down his cheeks. Yet she'd said it was for his own good and he knew in his bones that it was.

He was still so traumatized he could not speak, so he nodded his agreement.

Ms. Allison giggled. Sweetly, "Yes, it was a good spanking. I loved spanking you."

Her words were clear in memory. She'd told him she greatly enjoyed spanking boys because she liked to help them. It made perfect sense. Allison knew how she liked him to be and since she was now his babysitter, it was good that she taught him.

It hurt terribly, but the rightness was undeniable. And strangely his body seemed to understand it. Not only was his penis hard throughout, but while deep into his very long and drawn out spanking, he recalled just relaxing with it all and subtly pushing up his bottom for her to spank. At that point, it still hurt but there was a part of it that almost felt good too.

"If I keep you, there will be many, many more of those." If Allison kept him, she'd also perpetuate his state of confusion about it all. A confused boy was a controllable boy. A confused boy would be grateful for her guidance. Gratefully, he would look up to her.

He did not know what to think just then.

She gave him another one of what he came to think of as "little-girl" kisses. It was an extremely, gentle but sensual, kiss that lingered for seconds only and provoked the most intense physical and emotional response. Those soft and gentle kisses, given by one so fresh faced and pretty, caused him to experience a profound sense of emotional need. After all the trauma he'd endured at her pretty hand, these were the kisses he needed. These were the kisses that stoked his mad love for Allison.

Allison enjoyed the taste of his salty tears that had wetted his lips and smiled her knowing pleasure at the look of love struck need all over his face. She saw and approved of his desperate need for her.

Allison knew where he was right then as she'd done this to others. She'd been taught by her mother and sisters. She knew that after what she'd done to this boy, he needed to know she cared about him. After the spanking and the shame, after a very, very satisfying punishment, he'd be desperate for an affectionate form of guidance.

Sweetly, "That's right, little-boy, get all your tears out for Ms. Allison." Dipping her chin she spoke to him as though he were her distraught, well spanked seven year old, "It burned your little bottom. It was a hot, little spanking wasn't it?"

"Y...ye...ye...ye..." So traumatized the boy could not catch is breath as it just kept hitching.

Oh yes! Mmmmmmmmmmmm Yes, yes, yes! A very hot, little spanking.

This was one of Allison's very favorite things in life. Tears were precious to her. Making a boy cry invigorated her beyond nearly anything she could imagine. She loved boy-tears with all her heart. Yet they were made so much more satisfying when accompanied by his inability to speak. When he demonstrated a level of emotional devastation such that he could not catch his breath enough to speak, he sounded like a soundly traumatized, little boy. In Allison's mind, this is what a punishment was supposed to accomplish. This was all by design.

Try to be a man now.

"Yes it was," she smiled gently, inches away from his face. Nodding her understanding, "Yes it was. You earned yourself a hot, little bottom, a very hot bottom, didn't you?

He nodded in agreement.

Continuing to speak to a very young boy, "Yes you did, but that's over now. You are my good boy."

She went back to hugging him and was pleased that he renewed his crying. She knew now he was crying in relief. Likely he was crying for a number of reasons, but just then, relief was a big part of it all for her little one. He was relieved the punishment was over, but he was even more relieved to have her affection and approval. "That's right, get it all out now. Give Ms. Allison a good cry. Little boys cry. That'a boy."

As she hugged him, she smiled to herself. She stroked his nearly naked body with her long, elegant hands and joyed in feeling his whole body continue to hitch as he tried and tried and tried to regulate his breathing.

As he eventually calmed, she stood close at his side. One hand cupped his erection, just barely touching it and with the other, she handled his bottom.

This was what the babysitter got to do to her charge, her boy, when no adults were around. Once more she'd used her will, her charm and her prettiness to make a boy fall in love with her, to fall in love with his babysitter. Clearly, one look at his face, one look at his open bewilderment, showed him as a little boy to her. He was completely regressed now. She was in charge and possessed all the power to do whatever she wanted.

He just knew that she was somehow, impossibly bigger and stronger than him. So long and skinny but it did not matter as she could easily overpower him. He knew himself to be a little boy to her. Yet he was in love with her and despite his fear of her, wanted to please her.

He'd deserved the spanking. He did not like it when it was happening but he was glad she'd done it to him as it made things right again. It helped make up for his naughtiness.

She rubbed his bottom and it had a strange effect on him. For a few seconds his eyes involuntarily fluttered so disoriented was the boy. It was the sensation. It startled him. More than that, it was the implication. Once more he was struck by the upsetting realization that what she was doing to him, how she touched him was how men touched women.

Once again, he flashed to that point in the spanking when he realized that while it hurt, while it burned terribly, there was pleasure too in the spanking. It was clearly two opposite things at one time.

Peter held position as she touched his hot bottom. She rubbed gently and it felt good. He knew it was wrong that she touched him this way but what was he going to do? She was his babysitter and it was not like he could stand up to her. She already slapped, scolded and spanked him.

Though she'd done these things, he deserved all of it.

He was fracturing.

Allison had not killed Pete, instead, she'd brought Peter out of the closet.

Though "present," Pete felt out of his body or as though viewing this perverse theatre from some great distance. His inner, little boy looked out from his eyes and looked up to Allison.

Later he'd wrestle with this silly point of view. Pete and Peter were facets of the same person. Pete had a whole new understanding of contradiction and confliction.

Allison would help him understand a great many new things about himself and the world he lived in.

Little Peter would do anything for Allison and loved her attention and affection.

Affection?

Instantly, as quickly as it emerged, he dismissed the question.

Anything for Allison. So pretty. Love her.

Her hand on his bottom was one of those gestures that may or may not be appropriate but it was accepted as something men and older boys got to do to women. It made sense in a culture where men were encouraged to view women's bodies as playthings. If she did not like it, she was to gently demure and find a way to excuse herself. If they were a "couple," it was his due.

Generally, this behavior was accepted by older girls and women who were encouraged, and even encouraged by one another to put their bodies on display. It was not always scrutinized, but women sought fashions that were designed to entice men.

Women were conditioned to seek desirability for themselves. They were taught that they should want to be wanted. It was thought always to be better. For most, these messages took.

Sometimes this was central to their sex play. Many women enjoyed being the coquet who was "taken" by her guy. She enjoyed offering playful resistance but then liked to give in and be "taken," taken breathlessly by her man.

It was common practice that while in public, husbands and boyfriends rested their hands on their woman's bottom. It was believed to give her assurance and often she liked that it sent the message to any and all, that she belonged to him. His possession of her gave her social status and a sense of value. Outside a small feminist counter culture, this sort of public fondling was unquestioned.

Peter had what she'd called a very hot bottom. She'd just given him a pretty long and hard spanking and the tears were still trailing down his face. She rubbed up and down and he lost his breath.

Oh my god!

It felt good.

Then she grabbed it, almost like a pinch but with her whole hand. It was almost rough but he knew it felt that way mostly because just then, his little-boy bottom was cherry red and as tender as a little boy's bottom could be. He remained in place. He knew she was taking her due.

She's my babysitter.

He felt lucky to be wanted by his babysitter.

Several times she grabbed and released and each time it hurt. It burned. And he stayed.

She enjoyed lifting and dropping his cheek seeing his bottom bounce. What she most liked about this was objectifying him. She was helping him see that he was her plaything. Toys got played with.

Men sometimes did this to women as a way of pretending to evaluate the desirability of her body while really doing so as a show of power. She would remain still and if truly submissive, enjoy what he did.

She spanked him, playfully. Certainly it burned after what he'd endured but again, she was showing off. He remained in place.

"Little boys obey."

Allison was pleased and he could see it in her expression. He was disturbed to realized that he then liked how it hurt.

Testing him, she grabbed hard. She knew it burned his entire bottom cheek and she was most pleased with his whimper of pain and his passive acceptance. She was very much taking her due.

"This, this is what I get to do to you if I feel like it," she said sweetly and with her doe eyed beauty, questioned his understanding.

If I feel like it. He knew she was telling him she was capricious. If he returned, there would be much more of this. Why? Just because... Just wanting to would be the reason. Shut up and put out.

"I'm your babysitter and it's just you and me. No adults. No one is going to save you, little one. And they will always believe me over you." Her confident smile burned his eyes and his sense of defeat was fulsome.

He understood. He felt genuine helplessness. "I know."

Though distressed and experiencing difficulty with his breathing, and while he continued to gently weep, his cock was rock hard.

He was seized by anxiety as he was absolutely compelled to remain in place despite his pain and uncertainty about what she'd do next.

She gave him one more long, hard, full hand grab of his very tender bottom cheek. Her short fingernails dug in through his thin boxers. They locked eyes and she saw exactly what she expected. Mouth wide and eyes at half mast, she saw pain and profound need for more. She held it long and enjoyed watching him break eye contact and look down.

Still squeezing hard, she put her lips over his and gave him another one of her angelic little-girl kisses.

He held his breath.

He was compelled by Allison. He was compelled by her shear force of will. Yet he'd been compelled too by how good it felt. Once more he checked in with his body only to realize how breathlessly aroused he was with her molestation of his body. The overwhelming fear, the trauma of all he was experiencing, the trauma of trying not to recognize what it all meant, distracted him from his awareness of his arousal.

It hurt. He liked it. He wondered for a moment about how much he could take...or would have to take? He wondered what she'd do to him.

He could feel his nipples were almost as hard as his cock.

This would be a point of ongoing confusion and shame for Pete. He should NEVER want what she was doing!

She released her long, hard grip on his bottom, fully aware of how tender it was and noticed something wonderful. While the flex in his lower spine was subtle, the push back on his bottom was pretty clear.

He could just breathe and with his eyes closed, he offered his bottom to her. Just as he did when she spanked him. He was giving himself while signaling to her his need.

He hoped his body pleased her. He wanted her to want to touch it. He was so relieved that she released her hard squeeze but he hoped she'd want to do it again. He wanted to endure that burn just to please her. And he didn't. It was confusing.

He needed to be important to her.

He knew himself to be her boy. He shuddered with the realization of his desire, his desire to be used.

She gave it another sharp, playful spank. Once more he looked down but this time with a shy smile on his face.

Suddenly, his thought swerved:

Boys should be cute.

He knew this, at least with Allison, to be true.

He wanted desperately to be cute for her.

He startled once more as she reached down into his crotch from behind. It was so inappropriate, so far beyond intrusive.

While men fondled their women's assess whenever they wanted, publicly or otherwise, what she was doing to him was what he knew men did to their women only in private. He'd done it himself to a few girls while in the shadowed corner of a dark room at a party. This was about taking. And while he did this to girls, he was asking with his lecherous lear, if she liked it and wanted more.

Now she was doing it to him.