Ginny's Lesson (2 page)

"Lap my clit," she mutters. "Release me."

My tongue moves up at her command. I slurp at her throbbing hood, twirling around and stabbing at the precise spots that send her inner thighs twitching involuntarily. Her moans urge me on. I feel her hand grabbing the hair at the back of my head, grinding me harder onto her miniscule world. All my efforts are concentrated on that inch of flesh that promises to bring her ecstasy. I want to see her satisfied under my lips and tongue. My arms are sore from being held behind my back for so long, my knees are numb, pins and needles are torturing my ankles, but I double my efforts as I lick, suck, and drink up Ginny's juice; the discomforts elsewhere on my body seem to direct all the blood flow and my focus to Ginny's tangy, salty pussy. She breaks into a scream, thrusts her pelvis into me, clasping my head in place as I feel her convulsion endlessly rippling, her cream spilling over and flowing.

After a long while, her hand relaxes. I steal a look at her. Her head is thrown back, her long neck elongated and exposed; her lips are parted in abandonment. Her left hand is still grasping the side of the sofa, her knuckles still white from the effort. I let this rare image of Ginny imprint itself firmly in my mind.

"That was nice," she croaks, her eyes still closed. "Now it's your turn. The way you should have it." Her eyes pop open, a glint of mischief as she gazes at me.

She gets up, and offers me her hand. I slowly free my wrists from my back, and reach for her outstretched arm. The soreness at my sides is unique: it is painful but gratifying as well, knowing how it has been caused. I stand up cautiously; my legs are wobbly. I lean into her lightly for support. She leads me to her bedroom.

"Strip and lie on the bed," she says neutrally as she flicks on the light. "Face down. Spread your arms out to the side, and open your legs wide."

Ginny watches me from the bedside table. I do not know if she wants me to disrobe slowly or not. I decide against it; if she desired a show, she would have told me. So I quickly undress and dump my clothes in one corner. Then I walk over to the bed and lie down as she has told me to. The vulnerability of that pose is enticing; I relax into the position as my arms and legs find their long-needed rest.

My nipples are already perky as I lower myself onto her cool, white sheets; the smoothness of her bed feels heavenly against my torso and legs as I ease myself onto it. I am soaked from the satisfaction of eating Ginny out; I imagine my juice sticky against my slit, in contact with the intimate fabric on which Ginny sleeps each night.

"Comfy?" Ginny's voice reaches me from the right.

"Yes," I answer.

I feel her climb onto the bed until her weight sinks in behind me, near my butt on the right. Her palm glides along my right thigh, a soft, feathery touch; it pauses when it reaches the cheek of my bottom, lingering there for a while, then moves towards the left and down my left thigh.

A long silence, and then suddenly,
smack
!

The abruptness of the blow leaves me breathless. A heat spreads over the right cheek of my buttocks, as the impact finally registers in my mind. Damn. That hurts.

Another blow.

This time my body reacts, and flinches.

A pause, then a series of quick, hard spanks on the same spot.

The hotness of my skin intensifies and I feel my thighs contract unconsciously. As the smarting pain sinks in deeper, I find my pussy getting wetter by the second. My clit is quivering in sync with the onslaught.

Ginny's weight shifts more to the middle of the bed, then the same clean blow is delivered; this time on my left.

My hip twitches.

Her hand deals me another slap.

I bite my lip as I feel the burn spreading.

Again, ten or more spanks on precisely the same area.

My hands grip the fabric beneath me tight as a whimper escapes my lips.

"Enough?" Ginny's voice reaches my ears.

My brain is in a whirlwind. It hurts. Some of my previous lovers have spanked me before, but not like this. Ginny's blows are sharp and deep, reaching my bones. But the effect is also new: my clit is ultra-sensitive, if Ginny were to touch me now, I would come within seconds.

"Not saying yes," Ginny's fingers trace the redness she has caused on my buttocks. "But not saying no either." She blows cool air onto my bottom, possibly swollen by now. Her breath feels soothing on my hot flesh.

"I'll let you off easy," she coos. "Just this once."

She gently hikes my legs up, I curl my hip up into the angle her hands are directing me.

"You're dripping wet," Ginny announces. "You dirty, dirty girl." The voice that delivers the message is not reproachful; there is a hidden smile in it.

She spreads open my slit with her long fingers, then licks me slowly from back to front. I shiver from her warm, moist tongue. My clit shudders uncontrollably.

"You want to come?" she teases.

"Yes, Ginny," I murmur. "Please."

She places her whole palm on my pussy, massaging me slowly in a circular motion, sending me almost into delirium, then says, "Come, now," as she envelopes my clit with two fingers, and rubs me relentlessly.

Every nerve in my body goes into overdrive as I erupt into a climax that seems it will never end. I feel Ginny's other hand on the small of my back, holding me in place, her whole body anchored at my hips to keep me from shaking loose.

My screams subside as I sprawl exhausted onto Ginny's bed. Her graceful fingers run up and down my back, stroking me lightly, bringing my heart rate down to normal. Soft kisses land on my shoulders and my hair, then I feel her cradling me close to her.

"You're mine, you know. My silly, clueless Melissa." Her voice is back to the usual, gentle sound I have grown to love and depend on. I turn to look at her sheepishly; her words make perfect sense now.

"I've never taken you for granted, Ginny," I begin slowly.

"I know," she smiles. "I had to shock you back to your senses, that's all." She caresses my temple, and wipes away the sweat on my brows. "But you mustn't let others trample your heart like that anymore."

I stare at her foolishly.

"Let me protect you." Her eyes twinkle. "Or I'll have to punish you again."

Recalling the delectable mixture of pleasure and pain just now, I answer cheekily, "You can punish me even if I behave."

The End
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“Are you an art student?” She inquired casually.

“Me? No. I can hardly draw.” I blushed with embarrassment.

“That’s all right. Have you come for my new sketching classes?” Her wrinkles deepened at the corners of her soft blue eyes.

I hesitated. My gaze darted sideways. The paintings on the walls gave me an idea. “Do you… would you need new models?” I whispered.

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I nodded.

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December and the holidays brought me home. Finally, I am ready to meet Nikki again.

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