1 comments/ 15439 views/ 2 favorites Dance Class Partners By: caligula97236 James met Carrie at an evening dance class offered by the university recreation department. He was 18. She was 32. He was just starting his second semester as a college freshman. She had just returned to college after divorcing her husband. It seemed they had absolutely nothing in common, except their isolation and loneliness. James lived on campus, but did not have the type of personality that made him popular. He was interested in the wrong things, he was outspoken when he should have been quiet, and too quiet when he should have spoken up. The other dorm residents dismissed him after a few days, ignoring him and cutting him off to fester in isolation. James had a roommate who was studying physics and totally anti-social. There was nothing for them to talk about, and before long, he felt uncomfortable even being in the same room with the sullen math-head. He returned to his room to sleep, but that was it. He spent his free time wandering around campus or around the college town, full of resentment at having been shut out of the university's social life. James' sexual urges were at their peak, but that only led to more frustration. He was not the kind of guy that women his age found attractive, even though there was nothing wrong with his physical appearance. He just did not have the self-confidence and other personality traits young women find desirable, so the attractive 18-year old females all around James completely ignored him. James thought about how to deal with his situation. He felt that if he could just find a girlfriend, most of his other problems would straighten themselves out. Throughout the fall he tried various clubs and even a couple of church groups, but always got the cold shoulder because it was obvious he was there for the wrong reasons. Finally, after Christmas Break, he decided to try learning how to dance. Maybe dancing would help, because he knew women like to dance more than guys do and dancing was a good way to meet them. If he could dance, perhaps he'd have better luck... ---------- Carrie had worked as a waitress for the last couple of years following her divorce. She had drifted in and out of church groups. However, she was faced with the stigma of being a divorced woman and couldn't stomach listening to doctrine written by anti-social men sitting alone in caves in the desert 2000 years ago. She couldn't picture being a good Christian wife to some patriarchal wannabe. Already she had endured more than her share of unpleasantness in her first marriage. By the time she met James she was alone, and had been for quite some time. Unlike James, Carrie really had no good reason for taking the dance class. She knew how to dance just fine, and hardly expected to meet a partner there. She just went, mostly because she had nothing better to do. ---------- Most of the people at the class were couples, so James and Carrie paired off by default. At first they didn't see much in each other. She struggled not to roll her eyes at his horrible performance with the steps, while he was somewhat intimidated by his older dance partner. Still, she showed him some moves and worked with him that first night in class. He made some limited progress as he struggled to please the only woman who had paid any attention to him since he started college. During the following class they paired off again. James had not realized it, but throughout the week he had been vaguely looking forward to seeing Carrie. Perhaps she was 14 years older than him. Perhaps her lined face and cynical expression were not points in her favor. However, the fact remained that she had been the only female over the past week who had talked with him for more than a few seconds. Carrie's interest in James began during the second class. He seemed so immature and helpless, so naïve, and yet, there was something about him that attracted her. After the class was over she decided to talk to him a bit. Being a waitress, she was experienced with making small talk. In Carrie's life, small talk often led to bigger tips, because if a customer looked upon her as a friend, chances were he'd open his wallet a bit more. When they stepped outside, it was bitterly cold and they really had nothing to do. She bought him a soda. A soda. Ha! When she had been 18 she could have bought a beer, because back then it was legal to drink at 18. Well at least legal to drink beer, at any rate. The law had since changed, and her companion would have to settle for soda. James was in no hurry to say goodnight because he did not want to go back to his room and deal with his unpleasant roommate. He didn't know where else he might go once he said goodbye to Carrie, but he didn't want to go back to the dorm. She picked up on that. Suddenly, on the spur of the moment, she decided not to say goodnight. Instead she asked him if he would like to go over to her place for a late dinner. At first James wasn't sure he wanted to go to Carrie's place. She seemed OK, and was reasonably attractive, but she was so...old. Really, she was almost twice his age. Also, there was something kind of weird and creepy about her. However, the bitter cold and unpleasant dorm situation convinced James that Carrie's place was his best option he had for the evening. Carrie had a small house to herself. It was a guesthouse built behind a much larger residence that belonged to the mother of her supervisor at work. In exchange for her very cheap rent, Carrie looked in on the older woman every afternoon, helped her clean up, and picked up her mail and groceries. The guesthouse was old and looked like it needed some upkeep, but it was a pretty good set-up for someone who earned only slightly more than the minimum wage. When James entered the small house, he noticed how old all the furniture was. It turned out that all the furniture were items that had been discarded by her boss or his mother and relegated to the guest house. It seemed kind of depressing to James, the dark house, the battered mismatched furniture, and Carrie's empty existence. But then, was his isolated existence in the dorm any better? Another thing James noticed Carrie's house was camera and photography equipment. Carrie explained that she had majored in art before she met her ex-husband and had specialized in photography. Carrie showed James some of her photos. Some were still-life pictures, some were landscapes, and some were of people doing day-to-day things. Apparently she specialized in black and white photography, because most of the pictures were not in color. Carrie's photos were quite good, but all of them had dark shading and a rather sinister overtone. She loved macabre topics; urban ruins, stands of dead trees, abandoned buildings, graveyards. James could tell that Carrie was fascinated with death. Then, for the first time, he noticed another detail about her. She had several scars crossing her left wrist. At some point in her life she had attempted to commit suicide. He looked around the room again. The walls were covered with old pictures, miscellaneous hanging items such as small tapestries and display plates, and a few larger versions of Carrie's photos. Then he noticed something that stood out. Among the items hanging on the wall, in a corner near the window, hung a leather paddle. The implement was about the size of a ping-pong paddle but slightly narrower and quite cruel-looking. James' heart skipped a beat. Did that paddle belong to Carrie, or had it been hanging there before she moved in? James was very unnerved, but at the same time he was fascinated. It was obvious Carrie had a very dark soul. He could not feel safe around her, but that feeling of danger suddenly made him feel very much alive. ---------- Carrie served James a rather odd meal. It was obvious that she was into health food, because what James got was a plate of Tabouli, a Russian-style salad of diced carrots and cabbage, and a bowl of tangerine and mango pieces for desert. She also offered her guest a glass of wine, which he took. The wine wasn't much, just enough to let calm his nerves but not enough to affect his performance. At that moment Carrie really wasn't sure what she wanted from James, but at the very least she was hoping for a round of sex following the meal. As they ate, Carrie sent unspoken signals to James that she wanted him to take her. However, he was oblivious, which led her to suspect he might be a virgin. A few questions about his high school relationships confirmed her suspicions. James had never had sex with anyone. Great. Now I've got to teach him how to do that as well, she thought to herself. Once they finished their meal, Carrie turned on some New Age music and sat on her threadbare sofa. She made it clear she wanted him to sit next to her. He nervously chatted about his classes while she tried to give him seductive looks. James was not quite so dense that he didn't understand what she wanted, but he didn't have a clue how to proceed. Carrie began by running her fingers through his hair and up his forearm while he continued to talk nervously. Her directness unsettled him, but his young body reacted to the touches. He began stiffening under his pants. She noticed, and he knew that she had noticed. James was terrified. Carrie put her hand on his chest and could feel his heart pounding. She gently kissed him on the mouth. She was only the second person in James' life he had ever kissed. The first girlfriend he had kissed had been when he was 16. Carrie took the lead as she worked both herself and her guest up to a state of arousal. She kissed him passionately and allowed him to kiss her neck. He still was troubled by the lines beginning around her face, but pushed that thought aside as he felt her body pressing against his. She guided his hand to touch her breasts. He realized that underneath her sweater she wasn't wearing a bra. His penis stiffened upon learning that detail about her. Carrie passed her hand over the crotch of James' pants and touched the tip of his penis, now furiously pressing against the cloth. Then she leaned back and pulled off her sweater, leaving her body naked from the waist up. James heart pounded even more furiously, because never before had he see a woman's breasts up close. Carrie's body was thin and somewhat scrawny, and her breasts were not ideal by the standards of the magazines he was used to looking at. What James had in front of him was a real woman, not a playmate. She wasn't perfect, but she was the real thing. Her breasts sagged slightly and were very soft to the touch. He began kissing them, and the softness and warmth of her chest more than made up for its imperfect appearance. Carrie began unbuckling his belt and struggled to get his zipper undone. "James, lift up for a second." He lifted up enough to allow her to pull down his pants and underwear. She slipped off his shoes and pulled his pants right off, leaving him naked from the waist down. She massaged his thighs and tickled his testicles before gently squeezing his very hard penis. They stood up to finish getting undressed. James unsnapped Carrie's slacks and pushed them down to her ankles. He slipped his hand under her panties and fondled her bottom. His glance happened to fall upon the leather paddle hanging only a few feet away from him. Seeing that cruel-looking implement, and feeling his lover's bare bottom, filled him with overwhelming sexual desire. He pushed her panties to her knees. They fell to her ankles and she stepped out of them. She lifted up the bottom of James' shirt and pulled it over his head. Now both of them were naked in her living room. Carrie was aroused and quite wet. Her body badly missed sex. She hadn't been with anyone since the previous summer and that last experience hadn't gone well for her. James would be different, a completely blank canvas she could paint with her own needs. She knew what to expect, but he really didn't. She lay back on her sofa and pulled him over her. He was very clumsy from total lack of experience. He didn't even really know how to get inside her and kept missing his target. "James...no...not there...lower...no...too low...wait... here...wait...just stop...stop...let me help..." She guided him inside her and he began thrusting. Quickly he forgot the embarrassment of getting started as he moved inside her and pumped semen into her body. Oh it felt good...so good. She climaxed as well, quietly gasping with pleasure and relief. ---------- When they finished and separated, Carrie got up to grab a wet washcloth and clean off both herself and her lover. As she walked to the bathroom he studied her naked backside. From the back her thin figure was quite attractive. He noticed an interesting detail, she had no tan marks on her body at all. She returned to the living room with the washcloth. Naked she looked quite a bit younger than she looked when she was dressed. A flash of sexual desire swept through James and she approached him and gently cleaned off his penis with the wet washcloth. She then unceremoniously waded it up and threw it in the direction of her washing machine. As he sat in his lover's dimly lit living room James realized he had absolutely no desire to go back to his dorm room that night. It wasn't the thought of facing the bitter January cold to walk back to campus. It was his discovery that he felt much more at home in the living room of his strange lover than he did in the dorm with his creepy math-head roommate. She picked up on that. He would be nervous about staying overnight, but she could tell that was what he wanted to do. Rather than say anything, she would just let it happen. He would fall asleep in her arms, she would cover him up, and they would see what the next day brought them. Carrie joined James on the sofa and put her arm around him. She encouraged him to touch and explore her breasts. He gently ran his fingertips over her nipples and watched the reaction of her soft skin. He noticed the scars on her left wrist a second time. He wondered how long ago she had tried to kill herself and how close she came to actually succeeding. It was a mystery, but one that he knew better than to pursue. ---------- For the first time in his life James spent the night in bed with a woman. They made love a second time in her bedroom. The freshman was not nearly as clumsy now that he knew how to properly get inside. He wasn't perfect, but he made up in energy and enthusiasm what he lacked in experience. Carrie felt very different when she was with him. It was nice to have her body be desired by an 18-year old. However, she had to work the next day and he had to go to class, so they quickly went to sleep. The next morning she was up at 5:00. Her restaurant opened at 7:00, but because she was shift manager, she had to be there at 6:00 to let in the other employees. She didn't bother to wake up James. She simply left him a note telling him to grab some breakfast before going out and make sure he locked the door. She left a schedule of when she would be home if he wanted to call her later in the week. She wasn't worried about James stealing anything out of her place. She was a good judge of character and figured he could be trusted. James was very surprised to wake up alone in his lover's house. The silence of her place contrasted with the constant racket of the noisy dorm and was a nice change. He got up, and not bothering to get dressed, read her note. He found the casual way she treated their relationship very strange. It was clear she liked him, but the tone of her note implied: "if you feel like calling me, here's when I'm available. It's your choice whether you want to see me again or not. If you want out of the relationship, I'm giving you the chance to get out, no strings attached." He went to the kitchen to see what she had to eat. Hmm... whole grain bread, unsweetened yogurt, buckwheat, oatmeal, fruit...nothing particularly appealing. He drank some juice and decided to have a quick look around before leaving the tiny house. The first thing that James wanted to find was any item that could give him any clues about her past. He looked for some pictures or albums, but found absolutely nothing lying out in the open, not a single photo of her or anyone else. There was no mail, no bills, no pay stubs, no receipts. He began to wonder if Carrie was even the woman's real name, because he had no proof other than what she had told him. Her college textbooks were sitting on a shelf with her notebooks, but the only clue they gave him was what she was studying. There was one tantalizing item in the living room that raised more questions than it answered, the leather paddle. Why was it hanging there, out in the open, on her wall like that? What clue could it give him about her? Did she use it on her lovers? Did she want her lovers to use it on her? He took down the implement and ran his fingers over the leather. For some reason the paddle excited him. He gently touched it to his bottom, trying to imagine what a good smack would feel like. He swatted himself a couple of times, first imagining Carrie using the leather on him, but then fantasizing about using the implement on her. He imagined her thin, attractive bottom, stretched tight and colored pink from discipline. So which would it be? His bottom or hers? James felt that he understood why Carrie was giving him the chance to get out of the relationship. This paddle meant something; either she would expect him to use on her, or she would be using it on him. The thought and the mystery were frightening and exciting. James did not want out of the relationship at all. Quite the contrary, his mysterious lover, a woman 14 years older than he was, captivated his imagination and desires. He would indeed call her, spend more time with her, and get some of his questions answered. ---------- James returned to his dorm long enough to get cleaned up, change, and go to class. His fellow residents noticed a change in his behavior. He breezed in and out completely unconcerned about what the others thought of him. Screw 'em. He no longer needed or wanted their approval. Nor did he care any longer about his sullen, loser roommate. He had other things on his mind and the freshmen surrounding him no longer mattered in his thoughts. Dance Class Partners - F/M ending Part II - F/M ending James let one night go by before calling Carrie. He was desperate to talk to her and see her again, but didn't want to let on. What he didn't realize was that she had him figured out. She knew he was desperate to see her again, and also knew that he would try (and fail) to hide it from her. After all, he was only 18 and even for someone 18 was inexperienced and naïve. He called right when she expected him to call, on the second night she had made herself available to talk to him. At that moment Carrie still wasn't sure what she wanted from James. She cared about him, but saw him as a person who was very unfocused and needed some guidance. She knew plenty about his life from listening to his nervous chatter and could tell that he was a very lonely and unhappy person. She could see that in him, because she knew from her own experience what it was to be shut out of a normal social life. When James called, he was very nervous and unsure of himself. Like the timing of the call, his nervous behavior was exactly what Carrie was expecting. She knew that part of the reason he was nervous was that he, like her, felt drawn into a relationship that made no sense. However she also could tell he was nervous because of what he did and did not know about her. He knew nothing about her past, but he did know that pain and suffering were an important part of what had made Carrie who she was. There was a dilemma facing James that struck him only after she had picked up the phone. When you're 18, just where do you invite a woman who is 32? He hardly could imagine taking her to a campus party. He had no clue what kind of movie she might like. When he suggested taking her out to a hamburger restaurant near campus, she flatly told him she didn't eat meat. That rebuke unsettled him and left him with no other options. Finally she resolved the problem herself. "I'm working the early shift on Friday and I'm getting off at 6:00. Why don't you just pick me up at work and we'll head back to my place? I'll cook you dinner." James agreed. He was nervous about going back to her house and not really looking forward to eating whatever she'd be cooking for him, but he realized he might be even more uncomfortable with her in public. It was true that going back to her house was the best option. Friday afternoon James left his dorm and caught a bus to go the short distance from campus to Carrie's restaurant. The restaurant was fairly nice and Carrie was wearing a black dress that was the uniform for all female employees. Her hair was done up and she was wearing make-up. The make-up was a bit of a surprise to him, because he had never seen her wearing anything on her face before. When they got back to her house, the first thing Carrie did was wash her face to get the make-up off. She took off her hose and work shoes, replacing them with a pair of flip-flops. She left her work dress on because of her guest. Normally she wore nothing when alone in the house, but figured that he wasn't quite ready for that. Carrie had James help her in the kitchen, directing him to cut up vegetables and set the table. He did not realize it, but that night of cooking would be important for his future with Carrie. She put him to work partly to keep him busy and make him less nervous. However, she had other purposes for having him help her. She wanted to see how cooperative he was and how willing he was to follow orders. His willingness to follow orders in the kitchen would, in turn, determine how the rest of the night would unfold. It turned out that the nervous freshman was willing to do whatever she told him to do. Carrie thought about her camera and her photography. She realized that she had enjoyed looking at James' body the previous night they had been together. She began thinking about how she might get him to pose for her, because she wanted to add his body to her collection of photographic images. As they ate dinner, she quietly probed him with questions about his feelings towards nudity and photography. It turned out that he was quite fascinated by nude photography. Carrie talked about her own photography, and then dropped a small fact about her past, that she had worked as a nude model for the university art department before she got married. That detail of her life fascinated James. He asked her what nude modeling was like, to which she responded: "I loved it. It gave me a real rush, standing there completely naked in front of all those people, and having them study me in detail. It was a total turn-on for me." The expression in James' eyes answered Carrie's question. He would be perfectly willing to pose for her if she handled it right. They sat down on her sofa and began kissing. She pulled off his shirt and unbuckled his pants. When he moved his hand to unzip the back of her dress, she moved it away. "You need to wait, James. You need to be patient. Right now it's my turn." She pulled his pants and underwear off, leaving him totally naked. She would remain completely dressed. He felt very vulnerable, but that feeling of vulnerability made him very aroused. She was free to explore and touch his body, but hers was still concealed by the black restaurant dress. Carrie very quickly established herself as the dominant partner in the relationship as she continued to caress and kiss her naked boyfriend on the sofa. He was scared, but at the same time he was thoroughly enjoying the experience. She decided to take matters one step further. She backed off slightly, placed her hand on his bare chest and looked him straight in the eyes. "I have a question for you, and I need you to answer me honestly." "Uh...yeah, I promise. I'll be honest..." "You know that there's a leather paddle hanging near the window. When I got back Monday night, I noticed that it had been turned around. It wasn't hanging the way I usually hang it. Now, was it you who moved it?" "I...I..." "Answer me honestly, James. Did you touch that paddle?" "Yes...I...I...you know...I was curious...so I picked it up." Her hand stayed pressed against his chest, where she could feel his heart beating furiously. "...and what were you thinking when you were handling it?" "I...I was kinda curious to see what it felt like." "That's it? Just curious to see what it felt like? Maybe you were wondering something else?" He swallowed, and then continued: "I...kinda wondered...why you have it...you know...hanging up like that." She gave his a very stern look. "I'm not gonna answer that, because you already know. You know why I have that paddle." Yes, he already knew why she had the paddle. She was going to spank him with it. That's why she had it. Deep down in his soul, James had a secret fantasy, one that had been part of him for many years. He wanted to be spanked. He wanted to experience the joy of presenting his naked bottom to a woman he loved. He wanted to feel the intimate heat of punishment against his bare skin. Then he wanted to be held and reassured. Finally, his bottom still feeling the hot sting of the spanking, he wanted to make love. That was his secret desire, and somehow Carrie had picked up on it. With that she kissed him and began fondling his body. She ran her fingertips between his thighs and brushed the tip of his very hard penis. His heart continued to pound with terror and anxiety, but also with intense arousal and desire. She took his shoulders and motioned him to lie across her lap. He obediently settled over her thighs. The cloth of her dress rubbing against his bare body renewed his exposed and vulnerable feeling, a feeling he totally loved. Carrie rested her hand on his bottom. Very gently she began caressing his bottom cheeks as he trembled with anticipation. So she was right. She knew him, and understood what he needed. "We have all night, so we're gonna take our time. I want you to think about what's gonna happen." She continued gently rubbing his bottom, running her fingertips between his thighs and brushing the sensitive skin on the backs of his testicles. He shuddered and spread his legs to allow her to explore him more intimately. "Think about it. Think about what's gonna happen. This is what you've always wanted, isn't it?" "Yes, it's what I've always wanted." Again he trembled, from excitement and anticipation. He no longer was afraid. He was immensely happy, having found the woman who understood him and could give him the life he needed. As he lay over her lap, waiting for the first slap, James experienced a feeling of fulfillment he never had imagined was possible. It was the happiest moment of his life. She leaned down to kiss his bottom and then began patting it to let him know that the punishment was about to begin. She delivered a very sharp SLAP! At last, the spanking James had waited for was starting. She began with moderate slaps, spanking him on alternate sides to slowly build up the stinging and pinkness in his backside. As she had told him, they had all night, so she was in no hurry. She spanked slowly and sensuously, gradually building up the heat in his eagerly waiting bottom-cheeks. His penis stiffened and pressed into her thigh, much to her satisfaction. Yes, that erection would have to be taken care of as well. Carrie continued the first part of James' spanking for about 20 minutes. That was the pleasurable part of his spanking, the part that would stimulate him and get him ready to make love to her. They would make love, but then the spanking would have to continue. James had to understand the meaning of pain as well as pleasure, so he could appreciate both elements in his life and his relationship with Carrie. After about 20 minutes James' bottom was a lovely shade of deep pink and hot to the touch. His nerves were on edge and his senses totally awakened. He felt more alive than he had ever felt before. Carrie quit slapping and began massaging the sweaty pink skin of her lover's bottom. She told him to sit up and gently circled the tip his very hard penis with her fingers. It was bobbing slightly and he seemed that he was just about to come. It was a lovely erection, one that Carrie wanted inside her. She pulled up her dress and lay on her back on her floor. She pulled her panties to her knees. James pulled them over her feet and tossed them aside. Then, for the third time in his life, he entered her. He thrust very hard, furiously pumping semen into her. Sweat dripped off his body onto her dress and he moaned with pleasure. Oh this was good, even better than the lovemaking session on Monday. Carrie gasped with delight and dug her fingers into his burning bottom. She grabbed his backside and pulled on him, wanting him even deeper inside her. They finally exhausted themselves and separated. As before, Carrie went to the bathroom and wet a washcloth to clean off herself and her lover. She gently wiped his now flaccid penis to clean it off, then reversed the washcloth and used it on herself. She straightened her dress. James wondered why she didn't simply take it off. She returned to her sofa, and reached out to draw him to sit next to her. She was still dressed and he was still naked, which renewed his feeling of vulnerability and submission. They rested for a few minutes, and then she began playing with his penis and tickling his chest. As soon as she got a response from his body, she knew he was ready for the punishment portion of his spanking. She reminded him that they still had not used the paddle, and that he had admitted he was curious to know what being punished with it felt like. She placed her hand over his pounding heart and looked straight into his eyes. "James, go get the paddle and bring it over here. If you still want me to use it on you, get on your knees, hand it to me, and tell me what you want. If you want me to punish you, you gotta ask me." The feeling of erotic terror returned to the freshman. So...he was getting punished after all. Of course he could have refused, backed out, and spared his bottom the painful experience that awaited. All he had to do was not get the paddle and not ask her to spank him. However, he knew he couldn't back out. Not now. He had been dreaming about this all his life, and now it finally was about to happen. He had to submit to her. Presenting his bottom for the paddle was his destiny. The force of his lifelong fantasy swept him up and carried him to the window where the paddle hung. Driven by that force that was deep in his soul, he picked up the implement and carried to his waiting lover. As instructed he knelt and held it out to her. His hands were shaking and sweat ran down his body as he continued to kneel and hold the thick cruel-looking piece of leather. Carrie sat quietly, but did not take the implement. Trembling, he looked at her, wondering why she was not taking it. Her expression was not reassuring. "James, you gotta ask. You gotta tell me what you want." "I...I want...you...to please...please take this paddle and...sp...spank me with it. I mean...like uh...punish my butt..." "You want me to spank your butt with this paddle? That's what you're asking me?" "Y...yes, ma'am. That's what I want." Interesting, thought Carrie to herself, he just called me "ma'am". Very interesting. She took the paddle. With her free hand she gently stroked his nervous, sweaty face. She then took his hand and motioned him to stand up. Still holding his hand, she led him to her armchair and directed him to bend over the back and firmly grip the arms with his hands to steady himself. James was sweating. His bottom was covered with perspiration. Carrie ran her hand over his damp backside, knowing that, because his skin was wet, the sting from the paddle would be sharper. Perfect. Both lovers relished that moment, the tense seconds before the first blow would land. Carrie ran her hand over James' stomach and caressed his penis. She gently ran her fingers through his pubic hair and explored his testicles. He became erect. She gave his penis one last gentle squeeze before positioning herself to deliver the first painful swat from the paddle. She touched it to his right bottom-cheek. "You ready?" "Yes." POP! She laid a painful swat squarely in the center of his right side. As the stinging from that first swat mounted, she touched the paddle to his left side, gently rubbed it against his sweaty skin, and struck hard. He gasped, but held firm to the chair to stay in position for the third swat. POP!... POP!... POP!... POP!... POP! Carrie smacked hard on alternate sides. She waited between swats, making sure he had felt the full effect of the previous swat before administering the next. She spanked him hard, but she also spanked sensuously and with love. Yes, she did indeed love him, enough to understand his needs and strive to satisfy them. POP!... POP!... POP!... POP!... POP! The experience of being paddled was very different from being spanked. While he was over her lap the heat and stinging had been just enough to heighten his senses and arouse him. The spanking hurt, but it was a sexually stimulating sensation that he really enjoyed. The paddling was different. Carrie's blows were very painful and not pleasurable in the same way the hand spanking had been. The experience was much more intense and quite scary. And yet, in its own way, the severe paddling was just as important for James as was the sexual hand-spanking, because the pain cleared his mind and swept away his guilt and self-hatred. James bit his lip as the throbbing intensified. Tears began rolling down his cheeks. He was quietly crying, much to Carrie's satisfaction. James' lovely backside was a dark shade of red and quite swollen when Carrie finished swatting him. Tears still were running down his cheeks. She put down the paddle and ran her hand over his sore bottom, touching and massaging the sensitive skin. She took him by the hand and motioned him to stand up. She kissed him and fondled his penis. After a few minutes he was responding passionately to her kisses. Soon afterwards Carrie's efforts to get an erection out of him paid off, as his penis responded to the stimulation coming from both his sore bottom and the gentle touches of her fingers. It wasn't very long before he was ready for another round of sex. She pushed him to the floor and made him lie on his back. She gave his penis one last caress, lifted up her skirt, and mounted him. His bottom throbbed as she lowered herself over his penis and the full weight of her body pushed his hips to the floor. Once again he pumped semen into her as they made love together for the fourth time in their lives. ---------- A few minutes later Carrie told James to step into her bathtub. She ordered him to stand still while she cleaned him off with her shower nozzle. It was a very strange and new experience for him, passively standing while she soaped and washed his body. He felt very helpless, and very submissive. She toweled him off and led him back into the living room. There was another thing she needed to take care of, before the redness in his bottom began to fade. He owed her a picture-taking session. His heart pounded and his penis stiffened as he realized that his bare body and punished bottom were to be documented for posterity. She ordered him to assume various positions around the room, and finally to wash dishes in the kitchen while her camera continued to snap. The fact that his bottom was still marked up made him feel much more exposed and vulnerable. And yet, that feeling excited him and made him feel very sexy. That feeling of sexiness came out in Carrie's pictures. When she developed them the following week, she would consider the pictures of her boyfriend the best session of figure photography she had ever done. Before they went to sleep, they made love in her bed one final time for the evening. She rewarded him by taking off her dress and getting on her elbows and knees. She wanted him to take her from behind, to expose herself and have him enter her. James was tired, but his young body responded to Carrie's lewd display and submissive posture. For the third time that night he entered her and exhausted himself pumping semen into her body. For the third time that night they both enjoyed exquisite orgasms. He fell asleep shortly afterwards, his head resting on Carrie's bare chest. He was exhausted, sore, and very happy. Carrie stroked his hair and caressed his face as he closed his eyes. She reflected that asleep he looked even younger than he looked when he was awake. She deeply cared for him, because now he belonged to her. She would love him, protect him, and finish raising him. She had something she could look forward to in life, a purpose that she didn't have just one week before. Before she went to sleep, there were two final issues Carrie needed to resolve. First, she called a co-worker to ask if she could switch shifts for the next day, so that she could stay home and fix James breakfast instead of opening the restaurant. It turned out switching schedules wasn't a problem for the co-worker. The change would allow Carrie to stay home until the early afternoon. When James woke up, she would be there for him. The second detail concerning Carrie was a secret to everyone other than herself. In her bathroom drawer she kept a razor blade. It was the same razor blade she had used in her suicide attempt the year before. Until she met James, she had been getting ready to use it a second time, and this time not botch the job cutting her wrist. With James soundly asleep in her bed, she knew that she no longer needed it. She no longer wanted to die. She wrapped the blade in some toilet paper and threw it in her kitchen trash. Carrie returned to her bedroom. She pulled back the blanket so she could admire James' naked figure. She gently kissed his bruised bottom. Then she settled next to him, pulled the blanket over both their bodies, and went to sleep. Dance Class Partners - M/F ending Part II - M/F ending James let one night go by before calling Carrie. He was desperate to talk to her and see her again, but didn't want to let on. What he didn't realize was that she had him figured out. She knew he was desperate to see her again, and also knew that he would try (and fail) to hide it from her. After all, he was only 18 and even for someone 18 was inexperienced and naïve. He called right when she expected him to call, on the second night she had made herself available to talk to him. There was a dilemma facing James that struck him only after she had picked up the phone. When you're 18, just where do you invite a woman who is 32? He hardly could imagine taking her to a campus party. He had no clue what kind of movie she might like. When he suggested taking her out to a hamburger restaurant near campus, she flatly told him she didn't eat meat. That rebuke unsettled him and left him with no other options. Finally she resolved the problem herself. "I'm working the early shift on Friday and I'm getting off at 6:00. Why don't you just pick me up at work and we'll head back to my place? I'll cook you dinner." James agreed. He was nervous about going back to her house and not really looking forward to eating whatever she'd be cooking for him, but he realized he might be even more uncomfortable with her in public. It was true that going back to her house was the best option. Friday afternoon James left his dorm and caught a bus to go the short distance from campus to Carrie's restaurant. The restaurant was fairly nice and Carrie was wearing a black dress that was the uniform for all female employees. Her hair was done up and she was wearing make-up. The make-up was a bit of a surprise to James, because he had never seen her wearing anything on her face before. As they made their way back to her house, Carrie put James at ease by getting him to tell her about his week. He talked, she listened. She knew what he really wanted was to find out something about her. However, she had no intention of letting him know anything apart from some minor details of her daily life. Her past was off-limits to anyone apart from herself, which was why she carefully locked up all of her mail and memorabilia. She did share one detail about her life with him, something that made him understand her diet. Being around the smell of cooking all day, especially meat in its various stages of preparation, nauseated her. When she got off work she couldn't even look at normal food without getting sick. What she ate at home were items not usually served in restaurants, healthy items that didn't create a stench when being prepared. She shared this detail with James not because she had let down her guard, but because she wanted to let him know that she had no desire to go to any restaurants. The routine for the meal at her home was a bit different than it had been the first time. Carrie asked her guest to help her cut vegetables, set the table, and clean up. He didn't mind, because he would have been much more nervous if he had just sat watching her and doing nothing himself. She kept him busy and spared him the need to break the silence of the kitchen with conversation. After dinner Carrie directed James to help her clean up. She then used the bathroom and cleaned off her make-up. She left her panties and shoes in the bathroom. She came out wearing her work dress with nothing underneath. She turned on her usual favorite music and approached her young lover. For a long time they kissed passionately. He explored her body with his hands and realized she was completely naked under her dress. James was much more at ease on this second night than he was on the first night. He was more in control now that he knew how to make love to her. She was worked up. He unzipped the back of the dress and pulled it over her head. She did not resist. He ran his hands down her back and caressed her exposed bottom. As his hands explored her firm, thin backside his eyes happened to fall upon the paddle. The paddle fired his imagination as he realized he desperately wanted to spank her. He wanted her bottom to be his, to touch, to explore, to enter, to slap, and to punish. He wanted her to surrender herself. He realized that was what she wanted as well. The thoughts and fantasies running through James' mind were totally new in their intensity and their hold on his soul. Prior to that moment his lack of experience with women had given him a vague desire to cuddle and be held, something that in real life had happened only sporadically when he was in high school. What he felt now was the raw power of real sexual desire, not a vague idea of love or romance. He continued to fondle her bottom, running his fingers over her buttocks and exploring the sweaty area in between with his fingertips. His eyes stayed focused on that paddle as he continued to explore her bottom and kiss her neck. At that moment he understood something very important. He was destined to spank her that night, but not quite yet. Carrie unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants and underpants to his ankles. Quickly she pulled his shirt off. She knelt and gently circled the tip of his penis with her tongue. That was all he needed. He pushed her to her hands and knees on the floor. She complied, spreading her legs and turning her bottom up as she lewdly exposed herself to his eager gaze. He ran his fingertips over her vagina, partly to arouse her, but also partly to make sure he knew where the opening was. A couple of seconds later he was inside, vigorously thrusting as the image of her lovely thin bottom and the leather paddle continued their hold on his imagination. This was only the third time he ever had sex in his life, but now he knew what he needed to do. He pushed hard as he held and massaged her shoulders. She gasped quietly as she climaxed. She was very quiet about her orgasms, but James knew her well enough to realize he had completely satisfied her. They separated and she laid a towel on the sofa for him to sit on. As before, she went to the bathroom and came back with a wet washcloth. She knelt in front of him as she wiped clean his penis. She gently cleaned off the tip once she was done, and then, as before, wadded up the washcloth and threw it at her washing machine. James knew that before the night was over Carrie was destined to take a spanking from him. It was something that she needed, although at that moment he still didn't realize how badly she needed. He was maturing very fast. He knew that to make his time with Carrie meaningful, he had to be considerate of her needs. He was smart enough to know that how he spanked her would be very important. He couldn't just grab her and put her over his lap. He needed to go much more slowly and make the spanking part of a much larger experience. He couldn't be rough or impatient with her. Instead he needed to spank her slowly, with love and tenderness. She would feel real pain, but a gradual sensual pain given by someone who cared about her. They sat together on the sofa for a few minutes. He gently played with one of her breasts, tickling the nipple and watching as her areola crinkled at the touch. What he really wanted, however, was to touch and fondle her bottom. He moved his hand from her breast to her hip, trying to get his fingertips as far down as he could between her skin and the towel. She picked up on the hint. "Do you want to see my bottom?" "Yeah." "OK." She lay across his lap and folded her arms under her face. Then she closed her eyes and relaxed. She spread her legs slightly and relaxed her bottom-cheeks, allowing him to explore her backside in detail. For a very long time he did just that, running his hands over her tanned bottom-cheeks, tracing her anus with his fingertip, and touching the wet, sensitive area between her legs. She sighed with pleasure, clearly enjoying what he was doing to her. He went from massaging her bottom to gently patting it. He patted more and more in a mock spanking motion, to let her know that unless she stopped him, he would start spanking for real in a couple of minutes. She didn't stop him at all. Quite the contrary, just before he was about to deliver his first soft slap, she said: "If you want to spank me, I'd like that." He began slowly. He spanked just hard enough so she could feel the slaps. A pinkish color slowly built up in her bottom as his hand moved up and down on alternate sides. She sighed and turned her backside up slightly, to let him know that she was enjoying the spanking and wanted him to start spanking a bit harder. SLAP!... SLAP!... SLAP!... SLAP!... James spanked much more forcefully after the gentle warm-up slaps. He took his time, enjoying the reddening bottom stretched over his lap and his lover's struggled breathing as she gasped from a combination of pain and pleasure. She made no effort to tighten her muscles or avoid the swats. No, she kept her bottom spread and turned up. She wanted the spanking to continue. SLAP!... SLAP!... SLAP!... SLAP!... Carrie was becoming very aroused. The smell of her excitement filled the room and her crotch was totally wet with the juices of her pleasure. She was not being spanked for punishment, but instead being spanked out of love. For her the heat and stinging in her backside was love in its purist form. In Carrie's life, love always had meant a mixture of pain and pleasure. Finally, after about 20 minutes, Carrie's bottom was quite red and slightly swollen. Her entire body was covered with sweat and trembling with pleasure. She still was lying across his lap. She was where she belonged, where she felt at home. She was immensely happy. The sound of the slaps and happy sighs, and also the feeling of her body lying over his lap aroused James tremendously. She truly was a lovely sight. He wanted her so badly. He guided her to the floor on her elbows and knees. She obediently spread for him, her wet vagina beckoning from between her red bottom-cheeks. At that moment she was not Carrie, the 32-year old waitress, but Carrie, the woman of his desires and fantasies. He entered her and thrust so hard it hurt her slightly, but that was what she wanted. She wanted the pain to continue, because from that pain came her pleasure. It was his best orgasm yet, and her best orgasm in years. James spent a second night at her house, and once again woke up alone the next morning. As usual, she had left at 5:30 to open her restaurant and entrusted him to lock the front door when he left. This morning he was hungry enough to eat from her refrigerator. It turned out the yogurt was palatable if he mixed it with some fruit. She had left him a note telling him she'd see him at the dance class on Monday, because she had to work all weekend. As he departed his eyes happened to fall upon the paddle hanging on her wall. He hadn't used it on her. For some reason that reminded him that he still knew nothing about her past. That part of her was as hidden as it had been the first day they met. ---------- The weekend came and went. James' roommate seemed curious about the two nights he had spent away from his room. However James offered no clues, apart from saying the obvious: that he been gone because he "had other things to do". He spent Saturday and Sunday catching up on his coursework, suspecting, and hoping, that he would spend Monday night at Carrie's house again. When alone he practiced his dance steps, hoping to perform a bit better in the class when he danced with Carrie. He was determined not to disappoint her. He went to the gym and worked out, but apart from exercising and practicing dancing he spent Saturday and Sunday trying to move ahead in his coursework. For the first time since starting school he did not waste time wandering around town in frustration, but instead pushed himself academically. The change in his life also included what he ate. Over the weekend he chose healthier food at the dorm cafeteria. He wasn't quite ready to forgo meat yet, but he passed up fried chicken and desert to concentrate on eating more vegetables and fruit. By Sunday night the change of diet, plus his exercising, made a noticeable improvement on how he felt. For the first time since starting college, James was not depressed, because now he had something in his life to look forward to. ---------- The following Monday night James and Carrie paired off again in the student recreation center ballroom. They were happy to see each other, but Carrie seemed a bit sad and out of it to James. He wondered why. Still, she seemed pleased that he had taken the trouble to improve his performance on the dance floor. She spent the next hour working with him to help him improve even more, to the point that if he were to go into a nightclub he could avoid making a total fool out of himself. For the third time in their lives they walked back to her house along the bitterly cold sidewalks. For the third time in their lives she fixed him dinner and for the third time in their lives they cleaned up the kitchen. However, what was different was Carrie's mood. She seemed distant and increasingly sad. She turned on her normal New Age music and listlessly sat down on her sofa. James joined her, but he could tell she was not yet in the mood to be kissed, and possibly not in the mood to have sex at all. What she wanted was to be held and comforted. Something was bothering her, but he was afraid to come out and ask. He suspected he knew what it was. She had grown tired of the relationship and was about to tell him. Of course. It had always happened that way before: the girlfriend's moodiness as she worked up the courage to tell him...It had always happened this way before, every break-up had been the same... "James...I...I want to ask you something." He drew a deep breath. He thought he knew what was coming, but he didn't. What she wanted was not to leave him, but something totally different. "If I...ask you to do something to me, something that might seem a bit weird, can you do it, and promise that you'll never ask me why?" "Uh...I guess..." "No. You can't 'guess'. I need a yes or no answer from you. I gotta to trust you on this." "Alright. I promise. I won't ask." She said nothing more for a few minutes, but then she kissed him. She stood up, pulled her sweater over her head, and unbuckled her jeans. James stood up as well intending to get undressed, but she motioned him to sit back down and keep his clothes on. Once she was naked, Carrie took out a camera and made sure it was loaded with film. Then she walked over to the window and took the paddle off its hook on the wall. She set the camera on a nearby table and knelt in front of her bewildered lover. She handed him the paddle. "Punish me." "What?" "Punish me. I have to cry right now, and I can't do it unless you punish me. After I start crying, I want you to take my picture. Then I'll need you to continue...punishing me, that is. It's going to need to really hurt. Do you love me enough to be able to do that for me?" "Yes. I love you. I'll do whatever you want." James' own words shocked him. He hadn't realized it until that moment, but he did indeed love her. She needed him, he needed her, and he loved her. He fully understood that she was not submitting to punishment from him, but punishment from herself. She needed to be punished, but because she could not do it on her own, needed him to help her. He was the one who needed to wield the paddle. She took one of her old armchairs out of its corner and placed it in the center of the room. Then she positioned her body by bending over the back and firmly gripping the arms with her hands. She spread her legs, stuck out her bottom, and closed her eyes. He took a few moments to enjoy her bottom before cruelly marking it with the paddle. He gently ran his hand over her trembling, sweaty backside. He loved the feel of her resilient skin and firm muscles, a lovely sight that was the youngest-looking part of her body. He penis stiffened under his pants as he realized how aroused the sight her body was making him. He caressed her bottom with the paddle to let her know that her requested spanking was only a few seconds away. He drew back and delivered a respectable swat against her left bottom-cheek. The blow made a satisfying noise, half-way between a CRACK! and a POP! She inhaled slightly, but otherwise made no noise. However, her expression seemed relaxed. The tense, unhappy look from earlier in the evening had vanished. POP!... POP!... POP!... POP!... James proceeded slowly, swatting her on the left side, then on the right, then across the middle. Each POP announced a new angry pink welt laid on top of the ones already on her bare backside. At first Carrie enjoyed the intense heat and stinging, but that wasn't why she had asked James to discipline her. Soon enjoyment turned into suffering as the pain went from stimulating to unbearable. POP!... POP!... POP!... POP!... The welts hurt more and more, but the spanking did not stop. She trusted James to continue spanking until she told him to quit, and she was not about to give herself any mercy. She deserved to suffer, because only through suffering could she find atonement for what she had done. She gritted her teeth as tears began flowing down her cheeks. She couldn't stand it any longer, but she would just have to. She had no right to quit, not now... POP!... POP!... POP!... POP!... By now Carrie's bottom was a dark, angry-looking red. He kept swatting her, because she had not told him to stop. After all that time and all those blows, she was just beginning to cry. James was horrified, fascinated, and extremely aroused all at once. Then she told him to pause and take her picture. She turned her head back to the camera so her face was clearly visible. He took a full body shot from the left, a close up of her bottom, and then a full-body shot from the right. Tears were running down her cheeks, but she looked right into the camera, determined to make sure she was recognizable to anyone looking at the pictures. That part of his duty completed, James set down the camera and again picked up the paddle. The final part the spanking was the hardest. She cried pitifully each time he struck. Her body heaved with sobs in between swats. However James did not quit. He was determined to keep his promise. No matter what, he would force himself to continue spanking until she told him to stop. Finally, she pushed up from the chair and fell into his arms. He was relieved, because her bottom was badly marked and he didn't see how she could take much more. She was traumatized and would still be in a lot of pain long after the spanking ended. What she needed was to cry and be held. He comforted her, stroking her hair and wiping away the tears. They stood in silence as her crying slowly died down. Finally they sat on the sofa and she rested her head on his chest. He knew better than to try to say anything. She was lost in her own torments and at that moment was confronting her inner demons. Carrie's dark mood passed and she cheered up considerably. She guided James' hand over her breasts and down her stomach. He slipped his fingers between her legs and very gently touched her clitoris. She gasped and went wet immediately. He explored her breasts with his mouth, gently licking her nipples and pinching them with his lips. The reaction was immediate. She gasped and felt for his crotch. She fumbled with his zipper with one hand, but it was James who paused for a second to unbuckle his belt and pull down his pants. Carrie moved to the floor. She got on her elbows and knees, spreading her bottom wide. She still was in a lot of pain and her backside was very swollen and red. Her posture and expression begged him to take her. James kicked off his pants and pulled his shirt over his head. He entered her, totally aroused at the sight of her punished bottom and trembling, sweaty body. She was wild with happiness and pleasure. She pushed back towards him, wanting him as deeply inside her as possible. She wanted to feel his body pressing against the welts from her punishment. She needed this. She had needed it for such a long time. Dance Class Partners - M/F ending ---------- James spent his third night at Carrie's house. They slept soundly, but at 5:00 she was up and at 5:30 she was out the door. As before, she left him a note with her schedule for the week on it. He got up at 7:00, ate some of her yogurt, fruit, and oatmeal, and left her house. This time he didn't bother to try to find out anything more about her. He didn't need to know anything more. He loved her, she loved him, and they would be there for each other. That was all that mattered. James stepped outside into the bitter cold of a bleak January morning. As he walked past the larger house and exited to the street, he passed a trashcan. He could not have known that something very significant was discarded in there, a razorblade from Carrie's bathroom. It was the same blade she had used to cut her wrist the previous year. Because of him, she no longer needed it. Because of him, she could look forward to living again.