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?