Date: Sat, 2 Feb 2013 17:35:42 -0700
From: Regi Stered <prvpacurn@gmail.com>
Subject: Madeline and me - part 2

This is about how Madeline and I got together.  Of course, the names were
changed to protect the naughty.

I hope you like it.  E-mail me if you want to read more about Madeline and
me.  We're open to suggestions too!

Kisses! (prvpacurn@gmail.com)

Madeline started working with me at a popular clothing store just before I
married Kyle.  She and I hit it off right from the moment we got put in the
misses department together.  The crazy things she says make me blush, but
she can be so damn funny.  One lady in her late 40's came in to try on a
skirt that obviously was too short and tight for her.  Madeline turned to
me and said "That bitch thinks she's gonna get some dick tonight." The lady
heard her and looked back over her shoulder with a wink.  Oh my god!  We
both started laughing as that lady went into the dressing room.  As we rang
her up, Madeline grabbed the lady's hand and asked her if she'd let me
stick my tongue up her ass.  I gasped and swatted Madeline on the shoulder
for saying such nasty things.

Of course, Madeline made it seem like she was kidding around which made the
lady laugh and wink at me.  I was still blushing from what Madeline said,
but now I was blushing even more because this cougar was thinking I'd
actually do it.

After a few more weeks, Madeline had kept up embarrassing me with nasty
comments like that when she felt she could get away with it.  I laughed it
off mostly, thinking that she'd eventually change subject matter.  It
wasn't until she actually got a lady to agree to spank me in the dressing
room that things changed but not the way I expected.

Madeline grabbed my wrist and pulled me along like I was some bad little
girl.  She motioned to the lady to follow us in back to the employee's
bathroom.  The back was always dark because the manager never got around to
putting in a new light bulb, and the bathroom was pretty secluded.  My arm
felt like it was gonna come out of its socket.  I was half squealing and
half laughing because I thought she wasn't really going to let her do it.

When Madeline had us all in the bathroom, she locked the door and pushed me
up against the back wall.  She started kissing me hard, and I froze.  I've
never been kissed by another girl before and I didn't know what to think.
I could taste her lipstick as she kept on trying to force her tongue into
my mouth.  One of her hands was at my throat holding me up against the
wall, while her other one started feeling me up through my blouse.  The
lady stood there dumbfounded, and watched as Madeline finally released me.

I was gasping for air and was too in shock to say anything.  Madeline sat
down on the counter and pulled me over to her.  She put my head and
shoulders up under her right arm and held me semi-over her lap.  With her
left hand she started reaching under me to undo my pants.

"You gonna stand there, or are you gonna help me?" Madeline called to our
customer.  The lady must have snapped out of her stupor because I could
feel another set of hands pulling down my pants and panties.  Once they got
them to my ankles, the lady spanked me and told me to step out of them.
Off came my shoes, pants and panties.  The lady set them on the counter
next to Madeline.  Next thing I know my panties are getting stuffed into my
mouth "to keep me quiet".

All the while I tried kicking and squealing – to no avail.  Madeline
just had too strong of a hold on me.  In a way I was scared, but I never
really felt panicked.  The lady rubbed my bottom with her hand and patted
it gently.

Then it started.  The customer swatted my ass hard with her hand.  I jumped
and screamed into my panties.  Then she gave me another swat but it didn't
hurt quite so much.

Then the lady saw the long handled brush that we used to clean the toilet
under the sink and grabbed it.  The brush was flat on one side and it
actually made a good paddle.  The lady fondled it and then took a whack at
my bare ass with it.

Oh my god!  That was nothing like her bare hands.  It stung and left a
bright pink mark on my left ass cheek.  That lady swatted me another 6 more
times before I slipped out of Madeline's grip and collapsed onto the floor
of the bathroom.  I was crying and rubbing my ass with my hand.

The lady dropped the brush, grabbed her bags and took off out of the
bathroom.  Apparently, she must have freaked out at what she'd just done.
But Madeline knelt down next to me and held me kissing my head and neck.
It felt good, but I was kind of mad at her for what she did to me.

"I'm sorry Andrea, you did great.  I thought she'd freak out and leave when
I had her pull your pants down."

With that, Madeline kissed me again.  This time it was gentle and more
passionate.  I don't know why, but I returned the kiss.  I was confused and
angry, but I also didn't want it to stop.  Kyle and I played around
together in bed.  I even let him spank my ass when he was fucking me from
behind, but it didn't dawn on me that I liked it that much.

"I kind of liked it.  I guess I freaked out too, Madeline."

She smiled at me, and ran her fingers through my hair for a little while
longer.

"You're a pretty fucked up chick Andrea.  I guess that's why I like you."

"You too Madeline, you too."

We both started laughing and got straightened up to finish out our shift.



How I ended up Madeline's love slave:

Madeline had gone to her locker in back for lunch, and I was coming out of
the bathroom.  She looked over at me and blew me a kiss.  She had been
playing it pretty straight since that lady paddled my ass.  But I knew
Madeline was up to something.

She took out a small plastic bag from her locker and I went over to see
what she had.  In it there was something thin and made of black leather.
She pulled it out to show me that it was a little riding crop.  It was
stiff, and it had a little strap around the handle.

"You want me to try this out on you sometime Andrea?" Madeline started
slapping her hand with it, to give me an idea of what it could do.

"I don't know, I thought maybe you'd forgotten about what I said the other
day.  I mean, maybe?"  I shrugged my shoulders.  The truth was that I hoped
she didn't forget, because I couldn't stop thinking about the way she
kissed me.  It was so different than when Kyle kisses me.  Her lips are
soft, and I really liked the way her body spray smells so sexy.  Was I
going lesbo?  I still loved getting plowed by Kyle, I mean, I do love him
and we were getting married in a few more months.

"How about you come over this weekend?  You're always saying that you hate
going to that sports bar with Kyle, so just say you're going to spend time
with your girlfriend.  He won't mind."

So I sent a text to Kyle.  He was a little disappointed, but understood I
needed some "girl" time.

Madeline told me how to get to her place and to be there Saturday evening
at 7.  She lived in a small bungalow house near the college in town.  I
knew the area, but never been in the neighborhood beyond the bars and
restaurants.

Saturday came and I was getting as excited as a teenager going on a first
date.  I wanted to look nice, but I wasn't sure what to wear when you go to
a girlfriend's house to get spanked.  I settled for a schoolgirl style
skirt with black leggings and a sweater.  I thought I'd be the naughty
student and Madeline could be a headmistress.  The thought of that scene
nearly had me running to my bedroom to get myself off with my favorite
vibrator.  Yeah, I have a couple in my dresser drawer.

I stopped at a liquor store to pick up some wine before I got to Madeline's
house.  When I got to her place to ring the bell the lights were dimmed.
It looked like either nobody was home, or...

Madeline opened the door.  The lights were off, but there was a bunch of
candles lit in the room.  But that wasn't why I was standing there with my
mouth wide open.  She came to the door with the craziest outfit on I'd ever
seen.  Not crazy like mentally crazy, but crazy like OH MY GOD!

She had a black lace robe that flowed down her legs.  The top she had on
was a patent leather demi bra.  Her bottom was a similar patent leather
pair of boy cut shorts that made her ass look fantastic.  This was all
topped off with a pair of knee high boots that had 4 inch stiletto heels.
She absolutely looked like she was going to devour me!

"Get in here, and stop drooling Andrea." Madeline made it nearly sound like
a command.

I stumbled through the door, and my eyes began to adjust to the lighting.
She had placed candles all around the room on tables and the bookcase.  It
looked simply medieval.

So after the pleasantries: me with my wine and Madeline with her outfit, we
settled on the couch.  She had her iPod playing some soft music, and as we
talked and sipped on the wine I began to notice that Madeline was gently
stroking my hair.  I liked how she caressed my neck and earlobe.  It really
relaxed my fears of what tonight might become.

We shared our thoughts about her "playing around with me" at work (as she
called it).  I didn't mind it if it didn't lead to anything there.  That
incident with that lady scared me a bit.  I didn't want to lose my job.
Madeline told me that she could tell that I was a better follower than a
leader, in other words "submissive".  She also told me that she was a
lesbian and hoped that I wouldn't be scared off by her at first.  But as
things kept on going at work, she thought I might be open to an encounter.

I blushed.  I never thought I might like other girls.  Even in college, I
didn't have that so-called lesbian roommate experience.  But as we sat
there talking, my hand found its way to her thigh.  The silk robe she wore
was soft and it fell open enough to allow me to see her breasts.  Madeline
pulled my head closer to her and we kissed again for the first time since
the incident at work. My heart was racing, her lips were so soft and when
she began working her tongue into my mouth I surrendered any last
resistance to this encounter.

The more we kissed the hotter I got.  My fingers ran through her hair as
she began working her way down my neck and on down to my aching pussy.
Kyle likes to go down on me, but I can tell you that no man will ever match
what a woman can do down there.  Madeline had my legs spread open and was
slurping away at my pussy expertly.  I had never came so much from getting
eaten before.  She continued to bob up and down, licking and sucking my
clit. Her fingers worked their magic inside my pussy and as I approached
another climax I squirted for the first time in my life.

Madeline came up with a glistening sheen of my pussy juice and come all
over her face.  She allowed me to recover before getting up from her
position.

"I'm going to freshen up. When I get back, I want you naked and kneeling on
the floor over there."  Madeline pointed to a wooden chair in the corner by
the fireplace.  I nodded and dreamily started taking off my sweater and
skirt.

Once I slipped off my clothes I took my place by the chair.  I waited for a
few minutes, and I could hear Madeline shuffling around in her bedroom.
When she returned, Madeline was holding the riding crop she showed me at
work in one hand and was holding a pair of handcuffs in her other hand.

"Wow, Andrea. You look pretty hot kneeling there.  Do you trim your pubes?"
Madeline started poking my knees to get them to open.  I was a little
embarrassed to admit that I do, but since I was naked and kneeling on the
floor there was not too much more that I could hide.

"You should greet me in a more proper way, Andrea my dear."  She grabbed a
handful of my hair and gently pulled my head down to the floor.  She placed
the toe of her right boot in front of my face.  I got the hint, and lightly
kissed her boot. "That's right. Good girl."

While I was kissing her boot, Madeline placed the cuffs on my wrists behind
my back.  I thought to myself that there was no turning back now once these
clicked shut.  I let her do this to me, and I didn't want to stop her
either.

She had me sit up on my heels again and she sat on the chair next to me.
The riding crop was on the opposite side of the chair from me.  Madeline
had me walk on my knees over to get it and give it to her.

"How am I supposed to pick it up?" I asked stupidly.

"With your teeth, my pet.  And drop it in my hand."  Madeline ordered while
she swatted my ass with her other hand.

I scuttled along next to her, and bent over to get the crop with my teeth.
Just the perfect position for Madeline to swat me again!  I let out a
squeal and nearly dropped the crop from my mouth.  Quickly I scuttled back
to Madeline and presented the crop to her.

She patted my head.  "Good girl Andrea.  Now turn around and put your head
down on the carpet.  This had my ass in position for Madeline, and it
nicely exposed my girl flesh to her too.

"You can tell me if you want to stop at any time.  It's called a safe word.
If you say the word OATMEAL, then I'll stop.  I'll give you a break only
then – got it?"

"I think so.  OATMEAL if I want you to stop."  This was new to me, but I
didn't want to stop.  Somehow, it just was right.  Besides, Madeline never
really hurt me before.

The first couple of taps of the crop were very light.  Just so I could get
a feel for it I suppose.  Madeline started spreading the gentle rhythm of
these taps all over my upturned ass.  She would stop once every so often to
rub the shaft of the riding crop between my legs and up to my exposed
pussy.  I could tell I was still a bit wet there from when Madeline went
down on me.

She continued to sensually pat and rub the crop over my ass just a little
longer. Then it started.

"Whhooop!" The first time she hit me, I yelped.  It wasn't that it hurt so
much as I was surprised by it.  Then twice more the crop found its way to
my left ass cheek.  I didn't cry out, but grunted.

Madeline then began a steady stream of strokes across my ass.  She made
sure to spread them from one side to the other.  Between the grunts and
yelps, I tried to keep my face in the carpet.  There really wasn't any way
for my hands to stop Madeline from swatting me with the riding crop.  It
hurt worse than I thought it would, but I could handle it.

After about 30 solid strokes, Madeline got up from the chair.  "You're
doing pretty good Andrea.  Are you doing okay down there?"

"Yeah, I'm okay."  Madeline then swatted me hard on my right ass cheek with
the crop.

"You should say `Yes Ma'am' – got it?"

"Yes Ma'am."  It felt a little weird calling her `Ma'am' since I was a year
older than her.  But it was also exciting.

Madeline whacked me several times more before stopping to inspect her work.
"Your ass is really good and red.  I bet you won't be able to sit down for
a while now Andrea."

I didn't think so either.  But the whipping she gave me with that riding
crop was making me pretty hot.  I didn't think I could be so turned on by
getting spanked like this, but I was feeling my juices flowing.

As it happened Madeline was right in front of me when she stopped.  I don't
remember what made me do it, but I started licking her boot.  Madeline was
making me so hot, and I wanted more.  More spanking, more sex, more of her.
From my knees I worked my tongue up and down its shaft and then back down
to the heel.

Madeline noticed my tribute to her, and pulled me up by my hair.

"You are getting into this aren't you?"  She smiled at me.

"Yes Ma'am. I am."

With that, Madeline gave me a big kiss.  It was all I needed to know that
she and I would be spending more play time together.



Thanks and kisses!