Boundaries

Part One

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Allie was thrilled by the way Maris kept pushing her boundaries. The disciplinary aspect of their relationship kept evolving, reaching new and more exciting levels. Allie’s current condition was a case in point.

She had just endured a very fiery bare bottom spanking over Maris’s knee; her entire butt was red and scalded. She wore nothing but a negligible g string and an equally- skimpy bra that barely contained her ample breasts.

Most significantly of all, she just happened to be serving corner time on the back deck.

This was unprecedented, and its emotional impact on the young woman was extraordinary. True, their house was surrounded by trees and their back yard was, in fact, a forest. Hence the possibility of neighbors actually seeing her in her red-bottomed, scantily-clad state was negligible. Nonetheless, since the first moment Maris had guided her out the back door and into a corner of the deck (with a command to fold her hands behind her back and stand motionless until released), she had been experiencing a wide array of emotions: panic, excitement, embarrassment, arousal.

Allie had no idea how long she was to be out here in her half-naked state; Maris had only said “until I release you.” All her senses were heightened: the slightest snap of a twig in the forest behind her seemed absurdly loud and represented (in her imagination) a witness to her shameful condition. She seemed to see flashes of movement in her peripheral vision that suggested the same; even her sense of smell seemed sharper than usual. Her heart raced.

Allie had fantasized about spanking since she was a child, but until meeting Maris, had never had the chance to explore and indulge her lifelong interest. Maris, a deeply perceptive and empathetic woman, understood that what really fired her lover’s guns was not spanking in and of itself, but the humiliation associated with it. She suspected that, after this display period following a long, hard spanking, Allie would need very little in the way of stimulation to achieve a mindblowing orgasm. She looked forward to seeing how close to the edge she could get her lovely lady through spanking and faux humiliation alone. (Most likely faux humiliation: the possibility of discovery was not completely out of the question. All it would take would be a curious neighbor looking a little too carefully through the foliage of the trees, or a visitor coming around the back yard for some reason.)

Maris stepped out onto the deck with a cup of coffee in one hand and the Sunday paper in the other, comfortable in a t shirt, denim shorts, and bare feet. She smiled as she took in the sight of her well-punished young lady, a natural redhead with fair skin, freckles and a plump, red behind. Her hands were held obediently in their prescribed position and she was standing motionless as directed. Maris sat in one of the deck chairs and put her feet up on another, taking a sip of strong French Roast.

“Wow!” she said to Allie’s attractive back. “That’s one nicely-reddened bare backside, if I do say so myself. Imagine if one of the neighbors were to come around back today-- what a surprise they’d see!”

Allie whimpered slightly in response to this teasing, and her ears acquired a bright red color. Glancing at the woods, Maris thought of their friend Mike, an amateur photographer who lived in one of the houses on the other side of ravine. Grinning, she decided to use him to up the ante.

“And if Mike should turn his telescope this direction, he’d have a bird’s-eye view of one fine, red behind. My guess is that he’d grab his camera with the telephoto lens and take some very memorable shots.”

Allie seemed to go weak in the knees; Maris could have sworn she saw them almost buckle beneath her. This was going very well indeed. Without actually putting her girl on display to anyone (probably), she was achieving precisely the result she’d hoped for.

“Oh my God...” Allie whispered.

“I don’t remember giving you permission to speak in the corner, young lady.” Maris managed to put enough genuine-sounding sharpness in her voice to cause Allie to stiffen her spine and clench her bottom cheeks in response. Maris smiled and took another long swallow of coffee...this was almost too good!

She noisily opened the newspaper and pretended to be reading. Let the girl think I’m going to peruse the entire paper as usual, she thought; it should have an excellent psychological effect.

And so it did. Allie knew that Maris usually spent a good half hour or more reading the paper on Sunday mornings, and she’d already been out here with her bare butt on display for...well, she realized she had no idea how long it had been. It certainly felt like a very long time. She was exposed on a warm, sunny morning, her big bottom as bare as it could be and her breasts barely covered by the tiny bra Maris had ordered her to wear. She felt her face heat up, and at the same time felt the moisture that had been accumulating between her legs increase. She suddenly felt even more exposed.

“Maris...please!”

Her disciplinarian/lover rolled up her newspaper and swung her legs off the chair. She walked up to Allie (who went rigid again at the sound) and swatted the girl’s inflamed backside twice with the rolled-up paper. Allie yelped like a naughty puppy.

“You know the rule: no talking in the corner. Make another sound, and I swear I’ll take you over my knee again right out here. Do I keep my promises, little girl?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Allie squeaked. As red as a beet, she nodded vigorously. Maris did keep her promises; the thought of shrieking and struggling over her lap out here on the deck was more than enough to ensure her silence.

“Good. Now I’m going back to my paper, and you’re going back to showing off your red bare behind to the world. In silence. And since you’re testing me today, you can do it with your hands on your head.”

Allie almost whimpered aloud, but the threat of a spanking on the deck kept her silent. She had a love/hate relationship with the hands-on-the-head thing; it made her large chest jut out embarrassingly and simultaneously made her feel even more like a naughty little girl. Nonetheless, she quickly obeyed.

Maris smiled at the efficacy of her threat. She probably wouldn’t actually spank Allie out here on the deck-- unless the girl gave her a good reason to. She returned to her chair, took another sip of coffee, and reopened her paper. This was going to be an interesting day indeed.

{End Part One}

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