The Spanking Stories Ch. 04: Red, or The Temp Tempted

Ohhh...his tongue! She could feel it slithering in and out between her legs, dampening the crotch of her panties (or were they already wet?), then pausing to press against her in a way that made her close her eyes and begin to pant.

Her glasses slid down her nose but she couldn't spare a hand to adjust them—it was taking all her strength just to remain standing...

So there was little she could do when she felt her panties being slowly lowered...then allowed to fall in a heap around her ankles...

...When she felt first one foot then the other being raised and her panties removed entirely...

...When she felt him stand up... then raise one of her arms like a toll-bridge barrier and walk past her.

Her eyes snapped open.

He was walking back to his own stall.

And dangling casually from his right forefinger were her panties.

Mortified, she lunged for them... but the wall prevented her from getting close enough.

"Give them back!" she hissed.

Now back in his stall, he turned to face her, his expression a mockery of innocence. "Givewhatback?"

Lin, shaking with anger now, pointed a finger at the panties dangling from his extended forefinger. "Those!"

His expression didn't change. "Those what?"

Lin thought about charging out of her stall and trying to grab them, but he was obviously stronger than she was—and she couldn't bear the thought of the humiliation that would ensue if she made a scene.

She huffed out a frustrated breath then, continuing to point, stage-whispered, "My panties!"

Jack raised an eyebrow and cupped his free hand to his ear. "What? I can't hear you."

The bastard! He was deliberately humiliating her.

...And in the back of her mind Lin knew exactly why.

She glanced around to make sure there was still no one within earshot, grasped the wall with both hands and said, enunciated as clearly as she could through her clenched teeth.

"My. Panties."

A look of mock-comprehension crossed his face and he smiled at her. "Ohhhh... are theseyourpanties?"

He held them up in front of her face with both hands, just out of her reach.

Jesus, he was holding them up in full view. She stared at the dark stain in the crotch and her mouth went dry,

But she knew what he wanted. "Yes," she replied, her voice husky in her suddenly parched throat. "Those are my panties. Now will you please..."

"Are you sure?" he asked, his gaze now boring into hers. "Do your panties have a big wet spot right here?"

He draped them over one hand, grasped the crotch in the other and began rubbing his thumb over the wet spot. His eyes never left hers.

Lin wanted to weep with humiliation, but she refused to let him see it.

"Yes," she managed to say, though her lips were beginning to tremble. "My p-panties..." She drew a shuddering breath. "...have a big ...w-w-wet ssspot... right th-there."

She held out her hand, begging. "May I p-please have them back?"

He stared at her for a moment, considering. Lin felt ready to collapse to the floor.

Then he seemed to notice something out of the corner of his eye and said, "Not just yet. See me outside."

And with that, to Lin's dismay, he stuffed her panties down the front of his jeans, indicating with a sideways tilt of his head that she should look in front of her.

Lin turned and saw the floor manager coming toward them. That's right, she remembered, it was closing time. She saw with relief that he was still too far away to have noticed any of what had just happened.

She quickly smoothed down her dress, feeling very vulnerable without her panties.

When the floor manager arrived Jack said, "Mind if I cash out first? I have an appointment I need to get to."

The meaning of his tiny smile was not lost on Lin.

After a quick glance at Lin to be sure she was alright with that, the floor manager quickly finished with Jack and let him out the back door. Then he did the same for Lin before locking the door behind her.

With her knapsack in hand Lin hurried down the stairs and out to the sidewalk. She looked all around but there was no sign of him. She wondered if by "outside" he had meant outside the door on their floor. She thought she would have seen him or that he would have said something, but decided to go back and check.

As she climbed the stairs she realized that her body was humming with tension like a drawn bow. She told herself she didn't care about the damn panties anymore, even if they were her favorite pair. But she was going to show him that she wasn't afraid of him.

Not really...

As Lin climbed the stairs her mind was filled with images and sensations from what had just happened: the feeling of sexual power she'd felt when she was teasing Jack; the shock when he'd suddenly ducked beneath her dress; the rough texture of his face against her belly; the rubbery feeling in her legs as he'd stroked her with his hands and tongue; the mocking smile on his face as he held up her panties and taunted her.

She was deeply confused. She was sure she had brought the situation on herself by teasing him as she had, there was no doubt about that.

What she wasn't at all sure about was how she felt about it.

Once again she saw him holding up her panties and forcing her to say out loud that they were wet and that they were hers...

...And found herself having to stop on the stairs and close her eyes for a moment.Just to catch my breath,she told herself.

After a moment she managed to shake the image from her mind and continue upwards. But the images and feelings kept creeping back into her awareness.

Which is why she didn't hear the footsteps behind her.

She had just reached the landing between the second and third floors when she suddenly felt a hand between her shoulder blades. And before she could react she was pushed face first into the wall and held there.

Then her dress was jerked up.

Gasping, she dropped her knapsack and put out her hands to stop it. But instead her arms got tangled in the fabric as her dress was lifted over her head...but not completely off, just up to her shoulders so that her head and arms were trapped as if inside a large cloth bag. She tried to struggle free but now the hem of the dress was being held closed above her head.

The fabric was thin enough to let some light through but she was effectively blind. What was worse though, to her mind, was the fact that since she wore no bra and Jack had taken her panties she was now completely naked and exposed from the shoulders down.

Jack! It had to be Jack. Well, this time she was going to scream, and keep screaming until someone came. She opened her mouth and sucked in her breath...

...Only to have it knocked completely out of her by a hard, stinging slap on her behind.

God, it hurt! And before she could take a breath her behind was slapped again, so hard that she fell against the wall, her breasts and stomach scraping against the cinder-blocks.

There was no air-conditioning in the stairwell and Lin was already suffocating inside the prison of her dress, the heat and pain and her fear combining to make the sweat roll down her face. Her glasses had long since fallen off and were somewhere below her chin.

There was another slap to her behind and she grunted with the pain of it and then began to whimper.

She was no longer trying to scream for help: the pain was terrible, but for Lin the humiliation was even worse. The thought of someone—she pictured the floor manager—discovering her being spanked with her dress up over her head was more than she could bear.

Another slap, so hard that she found herself standing on her toes for a moment, her breath hissing through her teeth.

Then suddenly she felt the palm of a hand running over her behind—smoothly, sensuously, first one cheek then the other—the touch cool against her burning skin.

And then through the fabric of her dress, right next to her ear: his voice. Jack's voice.

"Red is definitely a good color for you. Too bad you can't see it."

It took her moment to realize what he meant. Then the picture flashed into her mind: Jack standing next to her, holding her dress closed over her head, as if she were a prize fish he'd caught in his net—while she stood there helpless, her red, naked behind on display.

She imagined she could see his handprints there, white against the red...and shivered, though she didn't know why.

Somehow she found the courage to speak. "Let me go. Please."

There was no reply at first; just his hand again, this time starting at the back of her neck and descending along her spine in a long, slow caress. He ended by cupping and squeezing each cheek in turn...and then probed between them for a moment with a fingertip, making her gasp out loud.

Then his voice again, his mouth so close that Lin could feel the fabric of her dress being pressed against her ear by his breath.

"Repeat after me," was all he said.

And then he began slapping her behind again, now in a rhythm that emphasized the words he spoke:

"It's NOT(Slap!)NICE(Slap!)to BE(Slap!)a LITTLE(Slap!)COCK-tease!(Slap!)"

Oh God, the pain! She was simultaneously weeping, moaning and performing a little pain-dance, twitching on the balls of her feet. Her behind was on fire! Oh, why didn't he stop?

She remembered why... but just a little too late. He began again.

"It's NOT(Slap!)NICE(Slap!)to BE(Slap!)a LITTLE(Slap!)COCK-tease!(Slap!)"

There was a slight pause, then: "IS it?(Slap!)"

The last slap was so vicious that it echoed through the stairwell and Lin had to put her hands over her mouth to muffle her scream.

Oh God, the fire was spreading, climbing up her spine and...ohhhhhh...down between her legs!

"No!" she managed to cry out. "No, it's not nice!" The words were muffled by her dress and by her sobbing but she got them out.

There was an expectant pause. Lin knew Jack was standing there with his hand raised, ready to slap her again, and quickly stuttered out, "It's n-not... nice to... to be a l-little... A little..."

Her voice failed her. She simply could not bring herself to say such a horrible, nasty phrase, a term that a well-brought up Japanese girl should even know...especially since she would be saying it about herself.

"SAY it!" he roared, and slapped her behind again... and then again. "Say it, or I'll tie a knot in this dress and put you out on the sidewalk!"

He had found her weak point. She suddenly saw herself out on the sidewalk, staggering around blindly in the late afternoon sunlight, strangers staring and pointing at her nakedness...

"Cuh... c-c-cuh... c-cock... t-tease," she whimpered.

She wanted to sink into the floor.

She also, she realized to her horror, desperately wanted Jack to touch her again, the way he had before.

His voice, again at her ear, but this time strangely gentle: "Again. What are you?"

Inside her dress she used her hands to wipe the tears and sweat and smeared make-up off her face, then replied, her lips trembling,

"I'm a... li-little..."

Oh God, her throat was so dry! "I'm a li-little..."

She suddenly buried her face in her hands and sobbed, "Cock-tease! I'm... I'm a little cock-tease!"

And to her shock she suddenly found the heat in her loins beginning to build into a raging fire. Unable to stop herself she raised her head and began to speak, getting louder as she went on. "I'm a... little... cock-tease! I'm a littlecock-tease! A dirty, nasty, f-f-filthy... COCK-TEASE! Ohhhh...GOD!"

At that moment the heat inside her suddenly became liquid and seemed to burst out of every pore, and she found herself melting... deliciously. She slumped against the wall, her knees sagging. She would have slid entirely out of her dress and fallen to the floor had Jack not circled her waist with his arm and held her up.

Ohhh... she had never felt anything like it in her life! It was as if everything that had happened—the pain and heat, the humiliation and fear, and her eventual surrender to all of it—had somehow combined to give her such an incredible sensation of pleasure that she had nearly fainted.

Slowly, almost reluctantly, she returned to her senses and forced herself to stand upright, though she swayed for a moment as she did so. Jack's arm was still around her waist and she enjoyed the feeling of his strength as he held her to him.

She had no idea what had just happened... but she was sure Jack did.

"Turn around." His voice was again gentle.

Lin did as she was told, turning slowly in place with little shuffling steps. She expected to feel ashamed again at having to display herself to him... but found that she did not.

ShewantedJack to look at her.

More than that, she wanted toseehim looking at her.

She got the first part of her wish immediately. Jack let her stand there, still trapped inside her dress, for a long moment, and though he said nothing Lin could feel his gaze on her, and she wished her body was more voluptuous and pleasing.

Then...ohhhh...his hand, flat against her belly, moving slowly downward... turning slightly to comb through the nest of curly hair... probing gently between her legs...

Oh! She was shocked to discover how much moisture was there...she felt it coating his fingers as they slid along her lips...Mmmm...it felt wonderful.

And then his hand was gone.

And suddenly her dress fell away from around her head and settled into place, her glasses falling to the floor with a clatter. Even the dim light of the stairwell blinded her for a moment and she blinked several times before focusing on Jack...

...Who was standing in front of her with his hand raised, the fingers glistening with her moisture. And before she could speak he reached forward and touched them to her lips, gently, as if transferring a kiss. And somehow even though Lin was now covered by her dress this simple act felt more intimate than anything else that had happened.

She hesitated... then, scarcely knowing why, she kissed his fingertips where they were touching her mouth.

And suddenly she knew what he wanted her to do next. Looking into his eyes, she reached up and took his hand in hers, opened her mouth and began to lick his fingers clean, taking them into her mouth one at a time until she was done.

As did so she was thrilled to see him close his eyes for a moment and let a small groan of pleasure escape his lips.

In that instant a tiny sense of the power she had felt earlier that day began to return to her. Still holding onto his hand, she leaned forward, looked directly into his eyes and said, softly but distinctly, "I'm sorry for being such a little...cock... tease."

She was delighted to see that knowing look return to his face—though it also made her shiver again slightly. She had no idea how he would react...

...But she certainly had not expected that he would disengage his hand from hers and run his fingers through her sweat-soaked hair, adding his other hand to gently straighten out the wild disarray into which it had fallen. Or that he would cup the sides of her face and delicately massage her temples with his thumbs.

But it felt wonderful, and she leaned into it and would have purred if she'd known how. She looked up into his eyes, allowing herself to simply rest in their blue depths.

So when he said quietly, "Would you like your panties back now?" she was slightly taken aback. Yes, getting her panties back was the reason she had come up here in the first place, but now...

Getting her panties back would mean that it—whatever this was—would be over. Finished. They would go their separate ways... and then tomorrow? Would he expect her to pretend it had all never happened? Would he even be there?

She backed away from his hands and looked down. She could think of no reason to postpone the inevitable... or even why she should want to, really.

She raised her eyes to his, about to assent... and then she noticedthat lookagain, that slightly mocking expression that told her he knew everything she was thinking.

And for some reason this gave her hope, though she had no idea why--or even for what.

So she met his expression with a bold look of her own and, remembering the way he had made her speak in the store, said very clearly, "Yes. I want mypanties."

His smile widened into a grin—and Lin knew she had been right.

"Well," he said, holding her gaze, "You know where they are."

She had forgotten. Inadvertently her gaze dropped to the front of his jeans, taking in the bulge there, then just as quickly jumped back up to his face.

Oh my. Did he really think she was going to...

Well, yes, obviously he did.

No. This time he was wrong, she thought. Kissing and licking his fingers had been wanton, but everything else that had happened had been out of her control, she told herself. She was a good girl. There was no way she was going to put her hand down inside his pants.

Except for one thing, she suddenly realized.

She really, really wanted to.

But just long enough to retrieve her panties, she told herself, that's all.

She stepped closer to Jack, met his smile with a somewhat forced one of her own, then slowly placed her hand against his stomach just as he had done to her.

His shirt was damp with sweat and vaguely sticky to the touch. And when Lin turned her hand downward and attempted to slide it beneath the waistband of his jeans, she found they were so tight that she could only get as far as the knuckles at the base of her fingers.

She heard Jack give a grunt of amusement before taking a deep breath and sucking in his stomach. Her hand slipped inside so suddenly she found herself cupping his erection through his underwear.

They both gasped and Lin quickly moved her hand to one side before continuing to probe downwards.

Her fingers found the edge of a soft clump of fabric that she assumed were her panties. But she quickly realized that they wereinsidehis underwear.

Which Jack had known all along, of course.

Fine,she thought.

She hooked two fingers of her free hand into the waistband of his pants, stretched it out as far she could, then removed her other hand and immediately plunged it beneath the waistband of his underwear—being careful this time to keep to one side.

She only wanted her panties, after all.

Nevertheless the side of her hand brushed against him there, and then her fingertips encountered a snarl of wiry hairs and then something warm and smooth which she thought for an instant was the fabric of her panties but quickly realized was not and she recoiled slightly. But she understood that her panties would have to be somewhere below so she forced her hand even further, so far down that her arm was now more than half-way up to the elbow inside his pants.

Therethey were: her fingers touched satin, all crumpled up in the crotch of his underwear. She snagged her panties with her fingertips and pulled upwards...

...Only to be stopped when Jack seized her arm with one hand and then placed his other hand over hers through his pants.

Thank goodness,thought Lin—though she had no idea why. And her capacity for thinking about it—or about anything, for that matter—was severely diminished when she felt her hand, and the satin fabric it was holding, pressed firmly against his erection... and then wrapped around it... and then slowly moved up and down... as he continued to stare directly into her eyes.

Oh God, he's making me stroke his... his cock with my panties!

Lin thought she might swoon with excitement; the sheer boldness of what she was doing, coupled with incredibly sensual feel of warm satin sliding over the blunt form of his erection filling her hand, was making her dizzy.