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Callipyjean
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Username: Callipyjean

Post Number: 8
Registered: 11-2005

Posted on Sunday, November 06, 2005 - 12:21 am:

First Spring Ride

It was a glorious day. In late March the temperature had soared to an unseasonable seventy three degrees, and Tim called Deedee at eleven thirty in the morning.
“Hey Babe, we’ve both been working lots of hours, lets go out to lunch and forget to come back. I’ll stop by home and get the Harley, and take you for your first ride.”
“I’ll make a couple of phone calls and go home by way of the deli, what kind of sandwich do you want?”
“Just grab me a roast beef, and let’s eat at your place, I don’t want to have to bother packing a picnic this time. I want to ride!”
“Ok, Tim, see you at my place before noon.” And when he got there at 11:50 she had changed into jeans and old cowboy boots. There were deli sandwiches and bottled water on the counter, and he began wolfing his down.”
“I’m just so glad to take you riding with me. I thought we might run over to a little country park in Cheral County, a friend of mine, Dave Keller is a deputy over there. Get your suede jacket, the wind could be chilly before we get back. Have you ever ridden a Harley before? They are not as comfortable as Japanese bikes, with their nice soft suspension systems.”
“I had a little 90 cc Suzuki when I was in college, because the parking was so scarce at the university, but I never had it over 35 miles per hour. I love the idea of a motorcycle, but I’m not sure that I’m not afraid of the reality.”
“Sorta like some other things in my life.” Deedee thought to herself. “I’m almost sure that Tim is HDguy from the spanking site, but he’s never said anything, and I don’t know how to bring it up. If he is, do I want him to spank me? If he isn’t do I dare tell him? If he is, why doesn’t he say so? “ Deedee had met Tim at the local bookstore/coffee shop. They both seemed to spend a lot of wintry Saturdays and Sundays reading and sipping coffee. Deedee had made friends with Wendy, who manned the espresso machine, and she told Deedee that the manager, Martin thought Tim was some kind of consultant at the university. Their mutual interest in books of almost any kind had extended to coffee, and dinners, and dates, and finally to a few very enjoyable evenings spent in Deedee’s queen size bed. The loving was great, but Deedee, having never been spanked since she was old enough to be lectured effectively…in her case about age eight, wanted to see if it was the turn-on she expected, or a silly mistake. Was Tim the man to do it? And how was it ever going to happen?
Tim, on the other hand, knew all about Deedee. He really was a consultant, a computer type who had very capably, (and legally) gone into the net and found out who DorlaDarlene was, and from IMing her on the site, found that she frequented the bookstore. It was a simple matter to strike up a conversation there. On their early dates, it was a little more difficult not to reveal things he had found out about her from their chats on the net, he had to be careful, but as they spent more time together, that was becoming less of a hazard, not more. He could always say she had mentioned something on a previous date. He was almost sure that she realized he was HDguy, but she never said it, and he was content to leave it that way.
As they were leaving the house, Deedee asked, “Tim, when we get out in the country, will you let me drive a little way?”
“Let’s just see how she’s running, and how you like riding before we get too rambunctious. Maybe I will if you’re a good girl.”
“I don’t want to be a good girl, she I wanna be a bad biker babe.” She cooed into his ear.
“Now that wish has great potential.” He answered as he kicked the bike into life.
The wonderful thing was, that she loved it. The wind, the engine under her, the strong back and legs she was cuddled up against, the vibration of the road surface through the frame of the bike. Everything. When he took it up to highway speed she yelled and laughed out loud. It was wonderful. The bike, the man, the day, the road. When they turned down a quiet country road and crossed into Cheral County Tim slowed the bike.
“Do you really want to learn to ride yourself.”
“Yes, Tim, of course, It will be great.”
“What you better be is careful, and do exactly as I say. This is a heavy bike for someone your size, and it’s very powerful. It is extremely dangerous, and I don’t want you going over thirty today, or any day until I say the word. OK?”
“Ok Tim, I’ll be careful.”
He let her ride up and down the road a few times, just to get the feel of the clutch, shift, and brakes, then, when she came back he got on behind her.
“According to Dave, that little park is about five miles down this road on the left hand side. You take us there, we’ll get a drink of water, then you get on the back again.”
“OK”
“And Deedee, remember what I said about speed. Keep it down.”
They started out sedately enough, Deedee was being careful, but the road, an old state highway was well paved, and like many in that part of the country, arrow straight. She eased so gently into the throttle, that he missed the climb up from thirty, to thirty five, to forty, to forty five. The hard west wind that had blown all day was directly into their faces, masking the increase in speed. When he looked over her shoulder, the speedometer was crowding sixty, and the park was less than a mile away.
“Deedee, throttle down.” He said, the dead calm tone successfully masking his panic. If she tried to brake to turn into the park, she would, at best, dump them both into the ditch, and at worst smear both their faces into the cement. She throttled back almost as gently as she had shoved it forward, and geared down for the turn. The rear end slid a little in the gravel but she rolled to a successful stop without hitting either the privy or the picnic table. He said through gritted teeth “I think we both should get a drink and use the facilities.”
He was gone several minutes, way longer than it took a man to pee. “Oh Shit, I hope he’s not angry with me. It was just SO wonderful, and I didn’t hurt anyone, or even nick the bike.” Deedee thought, as she sat on the picnic table, admiring it. “Such a marvelous machine.”
When Tim came out he was outwardly calm, his heart rate was back almost to normal after the adrenalin rush, but his powerful hands were itching to apply some of that extraneous energy to a certain disobedient, childish, stupid, unruly butt. That little girl could have gotten them both killed, or maimed, or smashed his bike, and she better learn right now that when he said something that pertained to safety, it was NOT just a suggestion. He strode to her, and taking her shoulders between his hands began to lay out his exact feelings about her behavior directly into her face. He did not raise his voice, or swear, but every work was as clear and hard as a fine diamond. He started with “You could have gotten us both killed.” And went on from there. Before he was finished, Deedee was hanging her head and saying over and over “I’m sorry Tim, I’m so sorry.”
“No Child, you’re not yet, but before today is over you will be. Drop your jeans and panties and get across the seat of that bike.”
Deedee raised her eyes and looked directly into his face. “Yes, Deedee, I’m HDGuy from the site, and I had hoped to give you a nice good girl spanking to see if you really liked what we all love to think about, but now you are going to be spanked, and it is definite that you WON’T like it.”
“No Tim, I’m sure I won’t, but I trust you to be fair.” She said regretfully.
“Do as you’re told.” He growled, and she slowly lowered her jeans and panties, and bent across the warm saddle of the Harley.
He looked at his watch, and made her stay there for two minutes waiting for the first swat to land, then, laying his left hand across her back he raised his right and started.
He spanked, and spanked and spanked, and the blows seemed to get harder with every swat. He covered her cheeks, and her sit spot, and her thighs all the way down, he required her to spread her feet apart, and spanked the inside of her thighs. She cried and sobbed and begged him to stop, finally he glanced at his watch and her bottom. He stopped spanking, but did not allow her to change position. “You’ve been bare assed across that bike seat for five minutes, exactly the time it takes to go five miles at 60 miles per hour. Exactly as long as your first solo ride. Exactly as long as I was worried sick about us both. I think that is both fair and just. Pull up your pants, we are going home.” He reached into his pocket for a clean handkerchief which he handed to her, then stalked away and straddling the bike, came down on the starter.
“Well, what are you waiting for? Get on.” He grinned “You just love the wind and the speed.”
Deedee had gingerly pulled up her panties and zipped her jeans. She had blown her nose and wiped her eyes, but she did not see how she was going to put her butt on that bike seat for the long ride home. But she grinned back, threw her leg over and locked her arms around his waist.
On the way home, Tim did every dicey trick he could think of on the bike. Partly because he knew she wasn’t afraid, or if she were, she would be too busy thinking about her bruised bottom to care very much, and partly because the next time he cut one of these capers, it wouldn’t be anything new to her. If the ride were deliberately over some very rough ground, it was more gentle, and more perhaps more appropriate than finishing off with six strokes of his belt, which he had contemplated. It served to drive home the point that a person could get hurt riding a high powered machine.
Deedee couldn’t enjoy the ride home as much. She had to concentrate hard on not letting out a yelp every time Tim took the bike over another shoulder, ripple, or hole in the road. Besides, she knew now, spanking made her soooo horny. She just kept thinking about pulling down her jeans and panties, laying bare assed across the bike and offering her cheeks to his hand. About spreading her legs, and hoping he wouldn’t (would?) notice how wet she was. About how she wanted him naked and hard under her while she rode him like she had the big powerful bike.
When they got to her house she slid off and turned to him.
“Come in, please.” She said tentatively, looking questioningly at his face.
“Of course Babe.” He said quietly. He had been afraid she would tell him to leave and never come back.
She unlocked the door, and locked it after them. She looked again into his face and tore the top three buttons off his shirt in her haste to press herself against his skin. She pulled him unnecessarily into her bedroom and growled “Get naked…please,” as she wiggled out of her jeans and panties. He was more than willing to oblige, and lay on his back soothing her bruised and punished bottom while she licked and sucked his hardness.
Soon she was saying “Now? Shall I mount you now? Will you like to feel the heat you’ve left in my bottom on your balls? Shall I ride YOU now? Sir, may I please?”
“Yes, Deedee, now, now”
“Now? Sir? Now?”
“Yessssssss!” he groaned
“And she chuckled deep in her throat as she slid down his length and was impaled on his hardness.

Pagan
Spanko
Username: Pagan

Post Number: 263
Registered: 05-2005

Posted on Sunday, November 06, 2005 - 07:36 am:

I'm glad it wasn't too harsh. What she did was reckless, but I was happy to see that he took the fact that she had never been spanked before into consideration.

Nice story.