This is the 18th installment of an ongoing story about Michele a and Tim. For sure, it is a disturbing relationship and is in no way intended to describe something healthy or ideal. Emotional sadism is central to it all. If this bothers you, this is not the story for you and I suggest you venture elsewhere.
What makes the story interesting to me is what takes place in the minds of the characters. Withouts words and ideas and the feelings that go with them, it's all just mechanics and honestly, that's not so interesting to me. Simple, pure fucking is a great thing to do. I don't need to read about it. Perhaps when I was verrrrrrrry young, that alone would have intrigued me. Now...yawn. This is a dark, emotional journey. I hope you enjoy it.
The following preface is cut and pasted from installment II. For a more comprehensive understanding of their world, you can venture back to the first installment. Read it or skip it.
This story takes place in a very male dominant society, one which is even more patriarchal than our own. Our hero, Michele, is enchanted by the discovery of her own sexual super power. Poor, lucky Tim, on the other hand comes to realize that he falls under Michels'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 saga.
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The story has been formatted to meet the publishing requirement of our host and I am hopeful the necessary kinks have been worked out.
A more complete preface can be found at the beginning of the first installment and if you did not read it, it could be helpful to do so. Here are some of the contextual parameters of the fictional world the story takes place within.
* 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.
* Often 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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They met in the Lounge the very next day. Becky was months away from graduating.
Michele sent him to school that day specifically so that he could be with Becky. She knew neither would get a good night's sleep until they dealt with it. Becky might even be a little exasperated at her brother for keeping it from her.
Tim sat and waited alone until 4th period ended. As lunchtime arrived, young women began populating the garden and courtyard that was the Lesbian Lounge. There were several, "Hi Kimmys" and "Hello darling Geisha-girl"s which triggered Tim's conditioning and brought Kimmy to the fore.
She got nervous as some of the various girl gatherings were sitting too close and Kimmy wanted privacy. She wondered why as by now, just about every girl in the Lounge knew who she and Tim were. But this was different.
With the gravity of his shame, Tim came back to himself. This was his greatest shame and it should be kept private. Spanking was beyond his ability to deal with. His spanking confession, however, was beyond the beyond. Just before he could get up and move to a more isolated meet spot, Becky arrived with a big smile and she was vibrating with excitement.
Becky always knew what she was doing. She let all her little girl joy and excitement show yet keeping her voice just loud enough for all the nearby girl groups to hear, "Oh my god, she spanks you after Sunday confession! You get spanked after church! Every Sunday! Oh my god, you naughty little boy, you!"
Yes, and I get off on it. Why don't you just tell everybody, Becky! God!
Instantly, his shoulders slumped and he felt on the verge of tears. He was certain he disgusted Becky. How could he not? She'd been so mean the day before and he was sure that her joy was born from getting to share her distain for him.
As she took in his tears, "Oh, baby, what's wrong?" She sat down, embraced him while pulling the slumping, broken boy into her. She was the loving, big sister and she was right there for her little one. "Baby boy, what is it?"
His relief was instantaneous yet his confusion remained. He could not figure out what was going on. She seemed not to judge him at all and wanted to sooth him as she cradled him in her arms. As she rocked him, she cooed that he was going to be alright, whatever the problem was.
How could she not know the problem?
Was she baiting him?
The look of real concern on her face told him she was earnest in her care and curiosity.
He tried to keep his volume down and his tears to a minumum, "But...but, I have to confess to her and...and she spanks me."
Smiling and with her peek-a-boo, baby voice, "I know, sweet one. I was there. You lucky!"
Lucky?
"You will tell me everything. All of it. Do you understand me, young lady?"
Again, Kimberly took center stage. At last starting to edge away from despair, "Y...y...yes, Becky." He hated that his voice always caught when he was crying and it made him louder than he wanted to be.
He told her all of it.
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The Lounge had never been as amazed and giddy as it was just then. There was a dawning realization about a completely unknown world that existed right next to their own.
While most of the sizable population of girls in the Lounge were invigorated by the day's disclosure, most recognized it as harmless sexual deviance and great entertainment.
Still, for a good number of young ladies, it touched a deeply hidden chord within and for evermore, they'd feel its resonance. Church attendance had been waning in recent years but some just then realized they were not looking at it for all its possibility.
For these girls instantly related to what Kimmy shared and a good number knew in their bones, they were just like Kimmy. Once they knew they too were naughty bottoms, like Tim, they'd be navigating their own shame about who they were at their core. They knew the day would come when they were bent over another's knee, bottom up, tears streaming. They all shuddered at the imagined indignity, yet they could not deny the sexual longing for this dark promise.
Just as many felt the electricity run the length of their spine with the sudden spike of self knowledge that they were meant to guide those like Kimmy. They knew then who they were. While there was a tremendous rush of excitement with this, there too was a calm and emergent sense of confidence and dignity that was the birthright of those meant to hold the paddle. And in this, God was their co-pilot.
Maddison White was flush with aggression and arousal. She knew God put her on earth to wield a hairbrush. It could not be more clear to her who she was.
I'm a disciplinarian and I will have his confession! Oh my.
She beamed her predatory smile.