Boundaries

Part Two

(Conclusion)

(Our story began here: http://auntcarlascorner.blogspot.com/2013/04/boundaries.html)

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Maris had glanced through her entire paper, gone inside for a second cup of coffee, and returned. Meanwhile, Allie had been standing with her reddened bare behind on display and her hands on her head. Maris looked up occasionally to admire her work: her beautiful young girlfriend’s ample bottom was still a nice hot shade of pink, even some forty minutes after the spanking. Maris was sure this had already been a thoroughly intense experience for Allie. It was certainly the longest time she had ever been in the corner, and this corner just happened to be on the deck in the open air.

“Imagine the view you’re giving the neighbors,” Maris said, deliberately ratcheting up the intensity. “Standing outside half naked, made to show off your red spanked bottom like the naughty little girl you are...” She stood and walked over to the girl and loudly said, “Don’t mind little Allie, folks; she’s being punished today.” She literally felt the frisson go through Allie’s body as she spoke. Maris was sure she saw a crowd of guests just a few feet away in her mind’s eye. Maris caressed her girlfriend’s bare behind, and it felt as if an electric current went through her, one she felt in her own hand. She sneaked that hand down to lightly touch her between her legs, and the effect was even more electrifying.

“Oh my, so wet down here...what a naughty girl you are, getting all excited when you’re supposed to be learning a lesson!” Maris delivered two well-placed smacks, one to the center of each sore bottom cheek, then immediately explored the increasingly moist region with her other hand.

“Naughty, naughty girl,” she whispered. “I might just have to leave you on display ‘til noon.” Allie was literally vibrating with arousal-- her every nerve seemed stretched to the breaking point. Maris smiled at the sight of Allie’s arm muscles nearly in spasm; her backside was tight and her wetness increasing by the second. Maris started delivering sharp smacks with her left hand, followed by quick caresses of her vagina with her right. Allie appeared to be on the verge of exploding.

SMACK! (stroke)

SMACK! (a deeper stroke)

Allie gasped.

“I’ll bet my naughty girl wants to come, and desperately,” Maris whispered. She was rewarded with a vigorous nod; she giggled as she was reminded of a bobble-headed doll.

“Inside. Lie down on the couch on your back and wait for me.”

Allie dropped her arms gratefully and hurried to obey. She had never been so ready to come in her life. Maris encouraged her through the door into the living room with a powerful double underhand swat across her fiery bottom cheeks; Allie yelped and ran quickly through the doorway and over to the couch. She lay on her back as directed, wincing as her sore behind made contact with the fabric. She wondered if Maris would make her wait. She hoped not with every fiber of her being; it would be pure torture for her. Her hands desperately wanted to reach down and achieve the orgasm that lay so close within reach.

“Lose the bra,” Maris ordered as walked over to the couch. Allie whimpered slightly with expectation as she quickly divested herself of the skimpy garment, tossing it on the floor. As she lay on her back in just her g string, Maris straddled her and teased at her clitoris through the tiny panties with one finger. Then she leaned over and took one of her woman’s breasts in her mouth, sucking and flicking her tongue over the hardened nipple several times. Allie moaned and arched her back. Maris repeated the same process with the other breast, and thought the girl might climax right then. She quickly pulled her mouth away, getting a disappointed groan from Allie.

Her disappointment was short-lived, however. Maris went down, took the tiny g string in her teeth, and worked it slowly down the shapely hips while Allie moaned and began making small thrusting movements. Maris took the time to worry the garment very far down with just her teeth; then she suddenly released it, grabbed it with both hands, and literally ripped it off. Allie nearly screamed. She was completely naked beneath her still-fully-dressed lover. With a smile of triumph, Maris went down hard. She found Allie’s magic spot immediately, and started licking up and down steadily.

In less than ten seconds, Allie exploded as she never had before.

She practically sat up in shock as the first great wave of pleasure hit her. Screaming like a banshee, she dropped back onto the couch with a bang, her entire body convulsing in almost unbearable ecstasy. She banged her head so many times (as Maris kept the constant tongue action going), she might have given herself a concussion if not for the soft couch and pillow beneath her. She rode wave after wave of mindbending pleasure. She screamed until she was hoarse. It had simply never been like this-- ever.

Several minutes later, when Maris noted that the final stages of Allie’s ecstasy were approaching, she slowed down her oral ministrations. She finally stopped and slowly disengaged her mouth. Then she pushed down on the girl’s vagina with both hands, sealing in the orgasm with pressure.

Allie was utterly spent: her face was covered with tears and her hair wet with perspiration. This was certainly a first: she had never cried in response to a climax before. She soon stopped gasping and crying out; her breathing  was gradually returning to normal. Maris kept the pressure on to make sure her woman was utterly sated.

It had been quite a workout. Allie was clearly beyond the power of speech, and Maris was utterly satisfied in her complete satisfaction of her. Allie would return the favor later, but right now she needed to rest. Maris very slowly removed her hands and kissed her thoroughly spent woman on the lips. She was smiling dazedly, her eyes unfocused. Maris stood, picked up a light blanket from the adjoining settee, and covered her naked girlfriend from neck to feet. Allie contentedly turned over into a fetal position and was asleep within minutes.

Maris padded to the kitchen, pulled a bottle of Deer Park water out of the refrigerator, and guzzled it. This experiment in boundary-pushing, she mused, had been an unqualified success. She was already imagining how she might succeed in surpassing it.

[END]

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