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Wet flirtation
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From: [email protected]
Newsgroups: alt.sex.bondage
Subject: Wet Flirtation
Date: 20 Dec 92 18:18:16 GMT
The swimming pool was crowded, mostly with undergraduates fulfilling New
Year's Resolutions with virtuous exercise. I'm not into virtue. I just
like the feel of water against my bare skin and the chance to stare at
nearly-naked women. I had finished my workout, and was taking a lazy lap
of backstroke in the slow lane before hitting the showers when I saw her
leaving the women's locker room.
*Magnificent* figure, moving with either a saunter or a bit of a limp,
incredibly graceful either way. I thought I recognized the face...Aha!
David's new girlfriend. No wonder I hadn't seen much of him lately. When
David had brought her to the department party before Christmas, she hadn't
seemed nearly so attractive, but it could just have been the dress she was
wearing. What was her name again? Oh, yes, Anne. I swam slowly, keeping
my eyes fixed on her as she walked to the ladder at the shallow end of the
pool and turned to climb down.
My head cracked against the side of the pool. The backs of her thighs were
*covered* with bruises, and I thought I saw welts under her swimsuit as
well. She winced a bit, easing her body into the heavily chlorinated water.
That hint of pain transformed her face, from conventional prettiness to
something exhalted and indescribable. I looked away, envying David. She
started warming up, her strokes graceful and strong. I followed, a bit too
close, intent on the marks I could almost see on her ass, deliciously
curious about how she had gotten them. I hadn't known David was into that
kind of rough play, but I didn't really know him that well - we just worked
together. He seemed like a nice guy, but a bit shy.
When she finished warming up, she ducked under the ropes into the middle
lane, and then over to join the sprinters. I was already getting tired, but
I wanted to keep her in sight, maybe even strike up a conversation with her.
I followed her after a few minutes, straining my shoulders to stay close
behind her. I lost track of how far we swam before I paused, dangling from
the side by one exhausted arm. She joined me, breathing hard. She stared
at my face. "Excuse me, I don't have my contacts in. Don't I know you from
somewhere?" I introduced myself, not mentioning David. Another swimmer
raced by us just then, his flailing kick connecting with Anne's bottom. She
let out the tiniest scream I've ever heard. The kick had been cushioned by
so much water I knew her ass had to be striped as badly as her thighs. I
offered sympathy, and ventured jokingly, "You seem pretty sore. Did you sit
down on a broiler by mistake or something?" "On purpose. But lets get out
of this lane before some other lunatic runs us down." She tried to lift
herself out of the water with one graceful motion of her arms, but wasn't
quite strong enough. Her hips were perched on the edge of the pool, legs
dangling as she lost her balance and squirmed with her torso flat on the
deck. It would have been a perfect position for spanking her, and I admired
the thorough job David had already done. I boosted her out, pressing my
hands against her ass a little harder and a little longer than was
necessary. She blushed, but didn't object. I got out of the pool, and
winked at her. "I want to keep talking with you, and so on, but this isn't
really the time or the place. May I take you out to lunch?" She winked
back, accepted my offer, and squeezed my hand. My swimsuit seemed
embarrassingly inadequate. We chatted a few minutes, standing dripping by
the side of the pool, flirting outrageously, neither of us wanting the
other to go get dressed. I finally started getting cold, so we headed for
the locker rooms and agreed to meet in the lobby. As she turned away from
me, I delighted in the sway of her bruises as she walked. Just before she
turned the corner into her locker room, she pulled up the sides of her suit,
exposing almost all of her gloriously marked ass. Then she was gone.
I showered and changed at top speed, then ran to phone David before she
finished primping. He approved of my plan. "Will, you may be the trickiest
rascal I know. I think I'm glad you're on my side. I'll meet you in the
basement of the student union in about half an hour." I met Anne, praised
her beauty, and suggested we eat in the Union. We got sandwiches, found a
table, and stared longingly into each other's eyes. I saw David behind her,
winked at him, and leaned forward to kiss her over the small table. I held
both her hands tightly, and felt her close her eyes and lose herself in the
kiss. Then David's hand clamped onto her shoulder, and she flinched.
Didn't scream, though. I could fall in love with this woman so easily.
I think most of David's anger was feigned. I think she knew it, too. She
blushed, apologized, looked pretty and innocent like a very little girl.
He threatened her vaguely, "You'll pay for this kind of game tonight." She
begged him to wait a bit, until she had recovered from last night. I drank
it all in. "Tonight will be considerably rougher than last night. I think
you'll learn something from it. I want Will to be there too, and see what
the consequences of this kind of thing can be." She protested, not wanting
an audience for the punishment she was starting to really fear. "But I
hardly even know him! How can you let him see me helpless, beaten, like
that?" Her voice dropped to a whisper on the last few words. My jeans
seemed embarrassingly inadequate, even under the table. David cut her off.
"You should have thought of that before you started getting so intimate
with him in the first place. Will, come to my apartment after supper. Say,
around 8, so Anne and I can talk about all this before you get there....
Do you still play table tennis?" "Yes, of course." "Good. Bring your
paddles, both of them. Perhaps we'll play a game later." He smiled at
Anne, almost tenderly.
They walked off together, arms around each other, with his hand in the back
pocket of her jeans.
Will
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Subject: Consequences of Wet Flirtation
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(The Story Thus Far
I met a beautiful woman with extensive bruises on her buttocks and flirted
with her in a swimming pool. Recognizing her as the girlfriend of one of
my collegues [who had always seemed like a nice guy, but I had never
realized he was so *interesting*], I alerted him before proceding with our
flirtation. We arranged for him to catch her in the act of flirting with/
seducing me, at which point he invited me over to help with the punishment
scene we had set up.)
I couldn't help whistling as I walked over to David's apartment that evening.
I had been fantasizing about him and Anne all afternoon, seeing them in bed
together, seeing him inflict those terrible bruises I had seen earlier,
wondering with envious delight what he would do tonight. I had indulged in
some spanking-based foreplay with some of the women I dated, and I found it
very exciting, but I had never had the nerve to hit someone the way David
apparently did. I hoped to pick up a few pointers, and maybe even get my
hands on Anne's magnificent body without making Dave want to kill me. He
had asked me to bring my set of ping-pong paddles, so maybe he wanted us to
spank both sides of her ass at the same time. Maybe we'd have to tie her
down for that. I was getting aroused just thinking about it. Or maybe he
just wanted my presence to humiliate her while he punished her himself. I
could have lots of fun just watching the two of them perform.
Anne opened the door at my knock. She was naked. I forgot all my confident
poise and simply stared at her. She took my bag and my coat, then hooked
her hand under my belt buckle and drew me forward, whispering. "David seems
really angry about this afternoon. He told me to bring you into the kitchen
before we start." She turned a little bit away from me, and I saw the angry
welts on her ass. I followed her, helpless with lust. As we entered the
kitchen, I saw David straddling the back of a chair, legs splayed out
casually. He waved at me. "Glad you could make it, Will. Is it OK if we
use your belt to start with? I don't have one quite as stiff as yours
looks." I nodded. "Just let Anne take it off." He smirked a bit. "She
certainly knows how." Anne led me over to the table and unbuckled my belt.
Her fingers teased me a bit, very lightly, unbuttoning my pants. Then she
punched me in the stomach.
I doubled over the table, surprised to have the wind knocked out of me that
way. David grabbed my arms from the far side of the table and wrestled me
hands into the cuffs already chained to the legs of the table. Anne was
behind me, pulling down my jeans. By the time I got my breath back, I was
helpless, and starting to get really scared. David circled the table a few
times, then brought my doubled belt down HARD, right next to my face. He
got my attention. "I can't *believe* you could be so dense, Will. If you
thought Anne's flirting with you deserved a thrashing, what do you think
we owe you? I should give you the same punishment I gave Anne this
afternoon, then let her finish you off for trying to entrap her." He ran
a hand over my buttocks, and I shuddered. "Unmarked. Have you EVER been
spanked, silly boy?" I was so scared I almost forgot how aroused I was.
"No, not since I was little. Please don't hurt me. I didn't mean any harm.
Just let me go and we can forget the whole thing. Please."
"No. After all, Will, you must admit you deserve this. And I think it will
do you good to see the game from the other side." It didn't feel like a
game anymore. "In the interests of fairness....Anne, will you bring me the
cane I used on you last night? We want him to appreciate this as much as
you did." I begged and whimpered and tried to hide from David's eyes and
hands, crushing myself into the table. It didn't do any good. The caning
was fierce. I screamed at the first blow, and cried from the second on.
Each stroke cut, then burned. When my buttocks felt totally ravaged, he
started on my thighs. I hurt too much to even press my legs together as I
squirmed desperately against the tabletop. When it finally ended, David's
hands were cool and gentle against my burning skin. I welcomed his touch
despite the humiliation, despite Anne's stare. I moaned softly.
"OK, boy, now you're ready. I hope you realize what you were staring at
when you were following Anne in the water today. I try to do consistent
work." I felt tortured. I could hardly believe the punishment wasn't
over yet when it was so incredibly painful. He used my belt, and the
leather seemed to tear across the welts left by the cane. Each blow was
terrible, but the burning that seemed to rise between the strokes was
even worse. I found myself wanting the shock and moment of numbness that
came with each impact, arching my back towards the belt even as I flinched
from it. "Please, David. Please." I didn't quite know what I was asking
for. Then Anne took the paddles out of my bag, and they beat me together.
One struck from each side, alternating faster and harder than any one
person could possibly beat another. The blows blurred to a constant,
maddening sting over all the welts and bruises David had left. I cried
out, aroused again by the sheer sensory overload and the knowledge of
standing naked and vulnerable between them.
I sobbed into the table, limp with relief when it was over. David
unfastened my hands, then scooped me up in his arms like a very small boy.
I leaned against his shoulder, warm and firm and comforting. He carried
me to bed, where I lay between him and Anne, four hands gentle on my
bruises, then elsewhere. When morning came, I didn't want to leave.
Will
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