So, after my adventures in "Orla Prendergast Land" over my summer break from school, I was faced with a new reality of my sexual being. I pondered this new beginning all the way through the fall semester and as a result of all my internet searches of guys who like to be spanked and loss of bladder control. My grades sank enough for me to lose my "Dean's List" status. Everybody was all over my shit, from my prof's, the Dean, and most of all my parents.
They were all the same questions. "Are you doing drugs? Is it a girl? Are you having some identity issues?"
I did decide to assert myself in the winter term, and I actually had found some "self identity" parts of myself, namely jacking off every chance I got, so I was settling down a bit anyway. I started the winter term with a new commitment and was doing pretty damn good again. And then Christmas break came and I went home for the holiday's.
My parents were so proud of the money that I had earned over the summer that they spent part and bought me a car, so I had some freedom I had never experienced before.
On my second day home I got a text from Orla. Yes, I had given her my number. I gave her anything and everything she asked for.
Anyway, she asked me to stop by that afternoon, she had a favor to ask. I felt my cock getting hard as I read the text. I thought to myself What a fucking perv I have turned into.
I stopped over and she was rushing around and she was quick and to the point. She had a dentist appointment that afternoon and Sara was coming home on the bus. Could I pick her up at two. I said sure, my day was open and I hadn't talked with her since high school two years ago.
I got there early and was reading my phone when I hear, "Hey boner boy, how you doing?"
In that instant a multitude of things happened to me.
My heart skipped a beat. (Only one person on the entire fucking planet calls me boner boy.)
I looked up and my heart skipped about two or three more beats. There stood Sara and she was not the Sara I went to high school with. She was stunning. Her blazing red hair flowed halfway down her back. And her eyes? Those were Orla's bright green eyes, only twenty years younger. And she had also grown since high school, was taller than me, and was sporting a nice rack out in front of her.
As I looked up, all these things filled my head and then she smiled at me. My cock went rock steel hard, and I was instantly in love.
As I came out of my momentary daze I realized what she had just said, and what that meant. Orla had told her everything. She smiled and said, "Come on Jerry, we can't sit here all day staring at each other, Let's go," and she started walking away leaving her suitcase right in front of me. What the fuck? I was going to be the bitch to both of these women?
As we walked, she talked because she knew what I was thinking saying, "It's not such a big deal Jerry. She did the same things to me."
I replied, "What? Told the whole fucking world your deepest darkest secrets? I don't think so Sara. I am so pissed at her right now, she had no right to tell you ANYTHING."
Sara smiled and said, "No, she didn't have that right. But she had that knowledge And she didn't tell the whole world. She told just me Jerry. And we have always shared everything. As for my deepest darkest secrets. Did she not tell you that she was spanking my bare ass right up until the day I left?"
I had totally forgotten that sentence. I asked her, "So how much did she really tell you Sara?"
Sara stopped walking, turned around and put her hands on my hips, smiled warmly at me and said, "She told me everything. And that you and me are actually kindred spirits. She said that you liked it as much as I did, and that you actually asked for it. Did she really manipulate you into asking for it Jerry?"
Fuck, she did know everything and she knew she knew everything. She smiled and continued, "I hear you pissed yourself all over the kitchen floor like a little puppy. When she told me that we were talking on the phone and I laughed so hard I almost pissed myself."
Now I was getting really pissed. I glared at her and she just chuckled, tweaked my nose with her finger and said, "Calm down Jerry. I laughed so hard because it made me remember the first time I pissed myself during a beating.
Now if you really want to really be pissed I'll tell you something that will blow your fucking mind. She did it on purpose.
Think back on that day. This is actually the funniest part. She was laughing so hard when she told me that, that made me almost piss myself. She told me that while you were weeding that fucking garden that day, it was a hot ninety degree day and she brought you glass after glass of lemonade and when she fucking knew that you were close to having to piss she came out and did her little circus act glaring at you and screaming about you pulling up her fucking flowers knowing full well that it would divert your attention long enough from pissing for you to be on her lap with your bare ass sitting high and THAT was why she used her hand that day. She knew you would piss yourself. That riding crop hurts worse, fuck, do I ever remember that riding crop, but her bare hand, skin on skin just makes holding a over filled bladder impossible. She knew that once she was beating your bare ass that you wouldn't be able to hold all those glasses of lemonade She did the same thing to me. It's a power thing she loves to do. Like telling me everything and knowing full fucking well that I will tell you everything, and then even setting us up to do this, just so she has an excuse to beat my bare ass tonight, which I will just love."
I just couldn't believe what I was hearing, but I knew it was true, I could feel it deep in my gut.
All of a sudden I felt so used and abused, but aroused and I was totally overtaken by the thought of this beautiful woman in front of me getting her bare ass beat. Fuck I wanted to see that. That make my cock so hard that I wanted to run to the bathroom and jack off right at that instant.
And then the real reason my cock was so hard became apparent. This absolutely stunning tall redhead who was standing about ten inches away from me in the middle of the bus station parking lot with her hands on my hips smiled, moved that ten inches forward and kissed my lips. It was a nice kiss, more than a peck but far less then passionate. And then she pulled away, spun around, grabbed my hand and as we started walking said, "Mom told me that you had turned into a sexy hunk and damn if she wasn't right on the money. Come, my new boyfriend. Take me home."
It was the strangest feeling, like, so fucking confusing. I wanted her, wanted to love her, fuck her, spank her bare ass, have her spank my bare ass and yet it seemed that it was all totally out of my control. She had grabbed my hand and started walking across that bus station parking lot in the same exact fucking way her mother had when she grabbed my cock and started walking to the bedroom that day, like she owned me. And the fact that I let her do it, was me saying she/they did indeed own me. But then don't all women kind of lead us men around by our cocks?
I was bought, beaten until I loved it, had my soul tattooed, and lead around by my cock for a mere six thousand dollars.
When we got back, Orla had dinner cooking and she was "In her element", happy, singing, cooking, She was on a roll. She had the two people with her that she got to have her way with whenever her devious mind wanted it.
