Few girls air their most personal fantasies. Whilst being gang-banged, taken forcibly by their fathers or having their dress ripped off in the shopping mall, preparatory to being openly molested by a bunch of over-heated school-boys, all rank way up there in the dream-stakes, any such reality might offer somewhat less of a rush.

Shannon though, had just the one teensy weensy daydream. To be tied-up and spanked soundly! Just eighteen now, she most certainly had the body for it. Barely five-two from the soles of her remarkably pretty little feet to the part in her mop of curly light-brown hair, she weighed-in at no more than a hundred and twelve pounds. Anyone in the market for an ultimately cute teenager with probably the most appealing lips, breasts and silhouette this side of Aphrodite herself, would assuredly need to be taking a number.

Not just a pretty face, she had worked hard in her last years at school to score big-time in those final exams. This by necessity had meant just the occasional boyfriend and the even more occasional night out. She may have still been a virgin but played host nevertheless to the same hormones on active standby as most any other school-girl. What another boy was denied, her own fingers were free to pursue ... and most nights unquestionably DID. It was at such intimate moments, the specter of being tied-up and left helpless infiltrated her naughty little musings.

Todd had been in love with Shannon since her sophomore year. Something less than a forceful personality, he had watched with aching ventricular distress as a veritable procession of ‘hulks’ had offered their dubious chaperoning duties, the majority of which however had earned short-shift from the blue-eyed academic who if nothing else, knew her own mind and was not about to be pressured into any short-term relationship just for the sake of the visuals. High-school politics and student cliques had never been Shannon’s thing.

Having regarded Todd as little more than a confidante during the intervening years, she had agreed finally to a one-off date - maybe to defer the rigors of Purgatory at some later stage. She was after all, a good Catholic girl! As it turned out she discovered she could have done way worse – had in fact in dates gone by. Over a period of some six and a half weeks she found herself in fully unchartered territory – head over heels in love. Todd was smiling, his fortunes had turned a complete one-eighty. It was almost enough to join the local Bible society!

Just a fortnight before she was to attend her first semester at College, they had decided to spend a romantic weekend at a mountains retreat. Todd’s father, a man of kindly disposition, had slipped his son a couple of hundred-dollar bills as they left for the car.

“Take real good care of her son,” he called after him, “She’s an angel.”

The entire journey, Todd found himself trying to repress images that for sure, his genteel up-bringing had no part in creating. Images as far removed from his established lifestyle as might be imagined. Shannon sat beside him looking out at the forested landscape in transit, holding his hand and as content in the world she inhabited as might be an oyster ensconced in its newly come-by shell.

Swinging off the exit road and into the guests’ allocated parking area immediately fronting the gothic edifice that was the “Grand Victoria,” they got out of the car and stretched. Todd flipped the trunk release and Shannon tugged out her overnight bag before reaching further-in to retrieve her boyfriend’s snap- lock. Pushing past her with uncharacteristic abruptness, he muttered “I’ll get that Shannon!” She caught what she interpreted as momentary panic in his voice.

The young desk-clerk lifted his head to attend to the approaching guests. Somewhere though, between his pre-rehearsed welcome-speech and their arrival at the reception desk, his vocal chords suffered a major operational relapse. Perhaps it was the imminency of what up until that moment was undoubtedly the best-looking girl he had ever seen. Maybe it was the brevity of that tight little skirt which was suddenly displayed in all its curvaceous limitations as she bent over quite innocently, to retrieve the clutch bag she had dropped.

Of course we can’t rule out the fact either that even taking into account the tasteful nature of the blouse she was wearing, everything beneath was somewhat clearly outlined and despite the fact she needed only a modest-sized bra for her age, push-ups can do wonders and sufficient of her cleavage was still visible let’s say, to give Pamela Anderson a decent run for her money.

“I, er ... that is to say The Grand Victoria welcomes you folks,” he stammered, trying to look anywhere but into those depressingly unavailable pretty blue eyes. “You have a booking?” he enquired of Todd, who was already filling out a registration form and fully aware of the effect Shannon was having on the man.

In possession of their electronic keys, they took the elevator to the third floor where adjacent suites 306 and 308 awaited their incoming temporary residents. Todd had been hoping for a shared suite naturally enough, but one glance at Shannon’s father had eliminated that little possibility, let alone any hope of his being able to persuade Shannon herself. Even his own father had said to him “Just behave son, you know what we expect of you!”

Getting on for 7 p.m. as it was, they decided to have dinner at Cavaliers restaurant on the ground floor with the intention then of maybe watching a movie upstairs together. With the wealth of sight-seeing planned for the following day, a real late night was not called for.

Barely twenty and not yet with the poise and worldliness of an older man, Todd raised the waiter’s eyebrow by enquiring as to whether the “Atlantic Salmon” came with fries or not. Shannon erred on the side of caution meanwhile and simply ordered a Beef Stroganoff. It was at the point Todd requested a wine-list that the waiter’s smirk intensified.

“And you both have ID yes?” he muttered deadpan. The view down the young girl’s top from where he was standing right that second, really did compensate for the mediocre salary.

Sipping her champagne, she could feel the hot flush spreading across her face. She felt delicious. Todd smiled at her. What he was imagining would have had Shannon’s parents sprinting down to the local courthouse, organizing an AVO to be served on her companion.

Ensuring that the wine flowed in anything but moderation, Todd was heartened by the fact that Shannon’s giggles were now punctuated by the odd slurred word. That he loved her was in no doubt – who in their right mind could not? That he desired a taste of the outré in terms of amorous inclination towards his wholly innocent partner was almost understandable. The fact is, if either party had been privy to the other’s secret thoughts, they might have taken their leave of Cavaliers way earlier.

Back in 308, Shannon sank into the plush chair, while Todd fiddled about with the remote trying to locate the main menu.

“World Trade Center” or “Talladega Nights” Shan?” he asked.

“Whatever,” she replied, kicking her heels off. “Think maybe I need a coffee actually.” She couldn’t repress a further bout of girlish laughter.

“What you NEED is another glass of champagne sexy features,” Todd grinned. He already had the cork off the “courtesy bottle” in the fridge and was pouring them a glass each.

“Do you really think I’m sexy?’ she giggled, looking up at him, using every coquettish mannerism available to her. Todd was having a hard time, not to put too fine a point on it.

“Nooo,” she cried out as he handed her a three-quarter filled wine-glass. “I’ve had way more than I should Todd. Are you trying to get me drunk or something?”

“Frankly ... yeah,” he confessed, “And yes, I do think you’re sexy Shannon. God, if only you knew...” his voice trailed off.

“Knew what?’ she asked, taking the glass from his hand with no further verbal resistance.

“Never mind,” Todd muttered. “You wouldn’t wanna know.”

“Try me,” she volunteered, “I am an adult now, right?”

“That you are Shannon,” he replied, both of them then quaffing a healthy few centimeters of the highly effervescent Yellow Glen (Excellent Australian Champagne).

“Soo,” she pursued unrelentingly, “What is it you had in mind for me Todd ... really!”

“You know Shan ... you must know surely?” he looked that second like a small boy who’s mother was asking him what he wanted for Christmas?

“Ohh that,” she smiled up at him, fully aware he had an awesomely unrestricted view from that angle, of her cleavage, maybe more. “Well you know I just don’t feel ready yet ... I’m still only eighteen don’t forget!”

“ONLY eighteen?” he almost choked. “Most girls at school have lost their virginity by ninth grade these days ... You can’t blame me for like, “wanting to?” I mean, I really love you Shannon and well ... it’s driving me crazy.”

Taking first one more sip of the champagne for support, she put the glass on the table. “I know Todd. Truth is – I think about it myself too.” She blushed brightly in both cheeks at the thought of what she really did think about. “I suppose I’m just a bit scared ... and drunk now,” she added giggling anew. “It’s all your fault!”

“Well hey, why don’t we take advantage of that little eventuality Shannon?” he smiled broadly, standing in front of the chair and holding both arms out to her?

“Tell you what,” she teased, pulling him towards her. “I’m feeling so light-headed I really should go to my own room now, but if you promise to behave Todd, I’ll sit on your lap while we watch Will Ferrell ... Deal?” Clearly, her vocal delivery was worsening.

“Deal,” he replied with but hesitant conviction. Scooping her up, Todd sat down in the chair and booted up the credits for “Talladega Nights”, The sensation afforded him by the placement of Shannon’s warm body or more relevantly, curvy little rear-end in his lap, didn’t bear mention.

Eighteen-year old girls for the most part, do not only feel nice, they smell nice. Shannon bless her push-up, exuded what you might term the ultimate in desirability. Not ten minutes into the movie and having almost emptied their glasses again, the duo’s on-site inhibitions were further on the wane. Nothing like a glass or five of champagne to boost the pioneering spirit.

Barely had Ricky Bobby nailed his first NASCAR preliminary, when Todd’s arms had eased their way north and were even now nudging their own red-line at the lower onset of Shannon’s 32B under-lifter. If she noticed the approaching invaders she was making no mention of the fact. Todd glanced across at the snap-lock case on the bed. “Realistically what are the odds?” he asked himself.

As the accumulated alcohol made its acquaintance with the young girl’s passing red and white blood cells, concentration became uniquely difficult, even to the point that with Todd’s right hand now bravely encircling her left breast, the best she could come up with was a fresh set of giggles and a non too clear, “Tha’s naughty Todd.” He definitely had in mind to be naughtier!

Cupping her right breast equally delicately, he gently squeezed the contents of both palms. Shannon began wriggling perceptibly on his lap in what Todd took to be pleasured acquiescence as she brought her own small hands up on top of his. As his fondling took on a more intense aspect, the slightest of soft sighs became audible from the lips of the semi-conscious teenager. “Mmmm” she purred.

With each gentle squeeze, the contents of that hot little bra were displayed to even greater advantage. Just one button freed-up might permit a viewing window that had the potential to disclose one or both nipples he realized.

“Wha ... what are you doing Todd?” she struggled to get out the words. She brought her hand up and pulled his away from its designated task.

“It’s OK Shan,” he cajoled, “Just let me ... I promise I won’t try anything else. I only want to make you feel good.”

By this time, he had not only the button undone but his right hand had slipped well inside her bra. Although this eventuality restored a degree of awareness in the girl’s mind, the feeling of a man’s hand fondling that which no other had ever encroached upon, tended to anaesthetize her alarm buttons. Basically it felt so good she wanted more.

Todd was losing his grip on reality. His every instinct was to rip that flimsy little top to shreds, lose the skirt and toss her on the far bed. The rest would take care of itself. Oddly enough, Shannon’s senses were running amok also. All she was imagining was Todd ripping her skirt and top off, tossing her on that far bed and spanking her stupid. Had they known, they could have saved each other a lot of time by comparing notes!

The romantic tableau started moving away from the typical Cary Grant/Deborah Kerr scenario to more a Bill Clinton/Monica Lewinsky aspect, at the point Todd’s right hand located the hem of Shannon’s skirt and the relative ease with which he was able to tug it higher. Shannon registered some token resistance with a lethargic “Not up there Todd,” but somehow in the translation it came across as “Ohh yess – right up there please Todd.” Either way, once her hot little matching-green panties were exposed, highlighted let us assume unintentionally – by a few strategic hip wriggles, neither participant was complaining.