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Friday, September 17, 2004
(an all grown-up! and...) naughty, naughty zara F/F
preamble from SIN:
that it's the same character i've already been writing about--at a younger age in very different circumstances--is really relevant only to me at this point.
the whole 'in-between' is in my head, but it'll prob. be a while before it finds its way onto a puter screen.
so right now, my stories (i actually have a bunch just about done and a few more in progress. woah.) are likely to jump between the two situations--
[[the one in this story definitely being my first stab in the erotic realm, so, eh a little unsure? ]]
just a warning/apology i guess if its 'weird' for anyone.
k, i shut up now.
~~~~~~~~~~
...Zara stood before the bedroom closet, deciding what to wear the next day.
As she gazed at that adorable little ass from across the room, Emily's only interest in clothes was getting Z's off...
"Oh my Zara, you have been a naughty, naughty girl, haven't you?" Emily walked over and pulled Z to her from behind.
"No," Z breathed in the always-intoxicating fragrance of her freshly showered partner.
"Oh yes, you have Zara.Michaela.Santi. A very, very naughty girl."
Em's voice was low and husky in Z's ear.
"Nooooo," she moaned, her knees already jelly.
"Oh yes, yes indeed. And do you know what happens to naughty girls Z?"
Em nibbled at her neck and ear and throat...
Zara gasped, "Not -- naughty."
Emily began to undress her slowly, fingers straying just...slightly...here...and there...
"Naughty girls get their pants and panties taken down...for a good, sound, spanking...on their naughty...bare...bottoms."
"Oh goddess, Em," Z groaned loudly.
Emily led her to their bed.
"In fact, a naughty girl like you just needs to be taken over her girlfriend's knee, to have her naughty, bare, bottom spanked good, and proper, until she learns to mend her naughty, naughty ways.
Z moaned as Em drew her over her lap.
Emily alternately rubbed, and placed stingy spanks all over Z's bottom and quivering upper thighs.
"And that is going to take a long time and a lot of spankings for a girl as naughty as you are Zara," Em continued in the same deep, slow drawl that made Z's head spin and spin...
"Air -- I need -- air," she gasped.
"Yes, you're going to need a lot of air, my naughty girl, crying your cute little eyes out, over my knee--as I tan your naughty, bare bottom, and good, with this hairbrush."
Emily was lightly dragging the bristles down and up, and down the center of Z's bottom, and her inner thighs, but never quite reaching...
"Oh.My.Fucking.God.Em."
"Such naughty language Zara Michaela!"
Z yelped, caught by surprise at the five hard smacks of the brush with which Em punctuated her words.
"Oh yes, I must get this naughty, naughty bottom heated up nice and toasty, right away," Em admonished coyly, her hand warming to the task.
She was rewarded with a growling, "Eeeemmm."
"Don't you worry, my naughty girl. I am going to make sure you get exactly what you need..."
preamble from SIN:
that it's the same character i've already been writing about--at a younger age in very different circumstances--is really relevant only to me at this point.
the whole 'in-between' is in my head, but it'll prob. be a while before it finds its way onto a puter screen.
so right now, my stories (i actually have a bunch just about done and a few more in progress. woah.) are likely to jump between the two situations--
[[the one in this story definitely being my first stab in the erotic realm, so, eh a little unsure? ]]
just a warning/apology i guess if its 'weird' for anyone.
k, i shut up now.
~~~~~~~~~~
...Zara stood before the bedroom closet, deciding what to wear the next day.
As she gazed at that adorable little ass from across the room, Emily's only interest in clothes was getting Z's off...
"Oh my Zara, you have been a naughty, naughty girl, haven't you?" Emily walked over and pulled Z to her from behind.
"No," Z breathed in the always-intoxicating fragrance of her freshly showered partner.
"Oh yes, you have Zara.Michaela.Santi. A very, very naughty girl."
Em's voice was low and husky in Z's ear.
"Nooooo," she moaned, her knees already jelly.
"Oh yes, yes indeed. And do you know what happens to naughty girls Z?"
Em nibbled at her neck and ear and throat...
Zara gasped, "Not -- naughty."
Emily began to undress her slowly, fingers straying just...slightly...here...and there...
"Naughty girls get their pants and panties taken down...for a good, sound, spanking...on their naughty...bare...bottoms."
"Oh goddess, Em," Z groaned loudly.
Emily led her to their bed.
"In fact, a naughty girl like you just needs to be taken over her girlfriend's knee, to have her naughty, bare, bottom spanked good, and proper, until she learns to mend her naughty, naughty ways.
Z moaned as Em drew her over her lap.
Emily alternately rubbed, and placed stingy spanks all over Z's bottom and quivering upper thighs.
"And that is going to take a long time and a lot of spankings for a girl as naughty as you are Zara," Em continued in the same deep, slow drawl that made Z's head spin and spin...
"Air -- I need -- air," she gasped.
"Yes, you're going to need a lot of air, my naughty girl, crying your cute little eyes out, over my knee--as I tan your naughty, bare bottom, and good, with this hairbrush."
Emily was lightly dragging the bristles down and up, and down the center of Z's bottom, and her inner thighs, but never quite reaching...
"Oh.My.Fucking.God.Em."
"Such naughty language Zara Michaela!"
Z yelped, caught by surprise at the five hard smacks of the brush with which Em punctuated her words.
"Oh yes, I must get this naughty, naughty bottom heated up nice and toasty, right away," Em admonished coyly, her hand warming to the task.
She was rewarded with a growling, "Eeeemmm."
"Don't you worry, my naughty girl. I am going to make sure you get exactly what you need..."
oh no don't you put me in that box you know what you can do with those locks bet your life i'll come crawling out again you'll have to deal with me then you'll hear me in the wind...