I've received requests in my email for true stories, my real experiences instead of (or in addition to) the fantasies I like to write. I'm going to start with something from just a couple of days ago. But first some background information.
My girlfriend, Jasmine (or "Jazzy" for short), is just a couple of months away from turning 26, and she is drop-dead gorgeous. Picture a little younger, little darker-skinned, little more full-figured version of George Lopez's wife in that old sitcom. I don't know how I ended up with someone so hot, and I don't intend to pull at that thread. I don't know how long this will last. I'm just going to enjoy it as long as it does.
I quickly moved in with her shortly after I turned 18 a couple of months ago, having already been in a physical relationship with her for over a year. Jazzy respects my wishes to keep what's going on between us on the down-low, not letting my family and certain other people know we are more than friends and roommates. I think my mother suspects and has simply chosen not to confront me about it.
The first time Jazzy and I had sex I asked her to spank me, and she just lightly smacked my ass several times. In the time to come I kept trying to get her to spank me the way I want to be spanked. Right after I moved in I even bought a leather paddle, brought it home, and begged her to put me over her knee and paddle my bare bum good with it. I was so close to giving up on that ever happening, but in the last few weeks she seems to be warming up to the idea. A little over a week ago she finally used the paddle on me for the first time.
In anticipation of maybe getting the spanking I want in the not too distant future I selected a safe-word. She knows if I don't say the safe-word, "swordfish," I don't want her to stop. No matter what else I say or do it's a green light to paddle the daylights out of me until I say "swordfish." I think that's enough background.
A couple of days ago Jazzy went with me to a cookout at my parents' house. Among the other people in attendance were my brother and his daughter, Stacy.
Stacy is 13. Aside from being a little overweight, like me, she is the spitting image of my mother. I can see how one might find her desirable. As it happens my parents have a pool and enjoying the pool is part of the cookout.
At first I thought nothing of Stacy wearing a plunging one-piece swimsuit. She was swimming, and this is the closest thing to a bikini my brother will let her wear. After a while I came to realize that Jazzy kept checking Stacy out. She would do it for part of a second and then make a special point of looking away. A minute or so later she would do it again. I've gotten to know Jazzy rather well. It became quite evident to me that she was attracted to Stacy and felt ill at ease about it. She didn't want to keep checking her out but couldn't help it.
There was no reason to be jealous. I know Jazzy wouldn't try to do anything with a thirteen-year-old, whether related to me or not, she just likes to look. I check out other girls too. I know I won't cheat on Jazzy, and I know she won't cheat on me. It's not jealousy, I just found it super weird for her to be lusting after my thirteen-year-old cousin. I think I'm a little too young for her, which is another thread I don't want to pull at, and Stacy is younger than I. By several years. And these are teenage years. There might not be a big difference between a twenty-year-old and a twenty-five-year-old. But between thirteen and eighteen, that difference is huge.
It didn't take me long to get over being weirded out by this. I just sat back and watched Jazzy grapple with it. Then I had an idea. Once we left I was going to start teasing Jazzy about it. You know, rub it in just enough to irritate her a little, keeping it light and playful. If I do this just right I should be able to get a good spanking out of it.
I was driving us home and I started in on Jazzy. It wasn't working out as I had planned. She was supposed to be able to loosen up once we were alone and accept my ribbing in the spirit in which it was intended. She just got very quiet and looked out the window.
I said, "Don't be that way. I'm just playing with you." Still no response. It would appear she was ashamed of the thoughts she allowed herself to have about my cousin and didn't want to discuss it. We were almost home by this point. I finally said, "She is a very pretty girl. It's OK if you're attracted to her. It's OK that you prefer younger girls. I like it! If you didn't, you probably wouldn't be with me."
She just gave me that smoldering look. The look that exposes fiery passion but isn't clear without context what kind of passion. The same look can mean sexual desire or rage depending on the context. Especially when on the face of a sexy Latin woman.
I just said, "Sorry." I did my best to keep my eyes on the road and hoped I was reading the look wrong this time. It was never my intention to piss her off for real. I was just trying to role-play.
We got home and I was about to apologize for real, but Jazzy didn't give me a chance to get the words out. I walked in behind her and was closing the door when she smashed me up against it. She shoved her tongue in my mouth and started tearing my clothes off of me. Then she flung me onto a chair. Still giving that smoldering look she took off her top, climbed on top of me, and started kissing me again. Flip flops had been on our feet and they came off at some point.
I was completely naked. Jazzy was wearing just a pair of shorts, straddling, kissing and groping me. I started to try to take her shorts off of her. She stood up and let me slide them off. She wasn't wearing any underwear, but I already knew that. She took me by the hand and lead me over to the couch. Making out with me some more, she pulled me down onto the couch on top of her. Jazzy put her hands on my shoulders and started pushing me down her body. When she finally did speak it was to tell me to keep going. I love every inch of her beautiful body.
I usually take my time and savor every subtle curve, knowing that soon enough I will arrive at the main event. This time she was pushing me, telling me to go faster. I didn't go slow like I usually do this time, nor did I go as fast as she seemed to want me to. Why the rush? I was about halfway down her belly when Jazzy got two handfuls of my hair. She pulled hard to move me to her crotch and proceeded to order me to eat her pussy. She didn't have to tell me twice.
There is nothing about eating Jazzy's pussy that I don't love. The smell, the taste, the texture, the feel of her soft skin under my lips and tongue, the very heat coming off of her. And the intimacy of the act is just indescribable. I also love when she talks to me like I'm her slave being ordered to eat her. There's just something about the juxtaposition of that type of subjugation with the loving intimacy inherent in the act. Added to that is the love in her eyes looking down on me looking back up at her. I can't get enough of the way she wriggles when it tickles, the way she grinds against my face when I hit the spot. Her sexy legs are wrapped around my neck and she pulls my hair hard. All the little "ooohs" and "aaahs," the gasps and half breaths. And best of all, feeling her body as she orgasms.
Jazzy pulled me back up to her face and we made out some more. Then she told me to bring her the paddle. We've been together for a while but apparently not long enough for her not to be able still to surprise and confuse me. I wasn't even playing a role at this point, I was genuinely stunned. I just said, "What? Wait. What?"
She smacked my ass hard with her hand. "You heard me, young lady. You were disrespectful to me earlier. Then you disobeyed me when I told you to go faster. I told you several times, and you ignored me!" Another hard smack. "Now bring" smack "me" smack "the paddle!" smack!
I was giggling like a giddy schoolgirl as I said, "Yes, ma'am!" and ran to retrieve it. When I came back she had moved to a straight-back armless chair, nothing to get in the way of her disciplining me over her knee. As I handed her the paddle I was still grinning and giggling. I said, "I'm sorry, ma'am. Please don't spank me."
She pointed at her knee and said, "Bend over, Melissa. Now!"
I went over Jazzy's knee and she gave me a thorough warm-up spanking before laying into me with the paddle. She's so much stronger than I am that I can struggle against her with all my might and it's no problem all for her to hold me in place and keep on paddling me. She pinned my legs down with her right leg. I reached back to block the paddle. She took my hand and pinned it to the small of my back. I was saying things like "I'm sorry" and "please no more" between loud moans of pleasure.
My role-playing isn't very good. Hers is spot on. One might believe she is my aunt or something and disciplining me for real hearing her no-nonsense tone, lecturing me and telling me I've been a bad girl. She can act. I can't really act. But I can cry real tears. After a little while of her paddling me as hard as she could I did cry real tears. Now my begging her to stop sounded as real as her lecturing me. I never did say the safe-word, her arm gave out before my butt did. But I am not complaining! I loved every second of it! If it had lasted longer that would have been better, but it was still mindbogglingly amazing from beginning to end.
Once the spanking was over she had me sit in the corner until I regained my composure. Then we made out some more. Then I joined her in bed and lie on top of her and we sixty-nined. A little more making out, and we curled up together and drifted off to sleep.
My job requires a certain amount of sitting in a hard metal chair. That was very uncomfortable yesterday and today and will be for several days to come. And I love it! I love the constant reminder of Jazzy paddling the daylights out of me over her knee.
When I uploaded chapter 2 there were some mistakes in it. Grammar, spelling, punctuation, not the plot or the sexual stuff. I attempted to upload a corrected version but I'm not sure if it worked. Just know that if you come across crap like "I was playing the roll of a little girl," I know the word is "role" not "roll." I just made a mistake.