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Chapter 16 - Paul's Secret Desire
Amy and Paul returned to Chicago greatly refreshed from their trip to
Pennsylvania. They spent nearly three weeks with Paul's family. As had
been the case going out, Amy and Paul took their time coming back,
spending three days traveling along a different route.
Amy thoroughly enjoyed her time at Paul's house, in spite of the
family's depressing living situation. She liked his relatives. She was
pleased to have put a spark of ambition back into Julie, and to have
spent time with Paul's nephew. She helped Julie and Paul's mother in the
kitchen and learned several recipes. She also spent several mornings
outside, making some house repairs with Paul and Julie.
The times she enjoyed the most, however, were daily afternoon trips with
Paul to a secluded location in the forest, about 30 minutes from town. A
15-minute hike from the road took them to a stream that had a surprise,
a small deserted beach. Paul explained to Amy why this was so special;
it was the one secluded place he knew of where it was possible to spread
a blanket and not have to worry about ticks.
Having lived in France, Paul was more open about his body than a typical
person from the US. He enjoyed being nude outdoors. This was another
attitude he brought back from Europe that set him apart from the
conservative mentality of his neighbors. Amy had become used to spending
large amounts of her time in the nude as well, but up to now the she had
only been nude outdoors in front of Suzanne's camera lens. The time
spent with Paul in the forest, relaxing for hours, swimming, sunbathing,
eating cheese and drinking wine, gave Amy truly special memories of her
short vacation. There were lengthy love-making sessions under the sun
and relaxing naps that followed. There were short walks in which Amy and
Paul looked and felt like Adam and Eve must have felt, unencumbered with
the stress and trappings of civilization. By the time they left for
Chicago they were deeply tanned.
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Amy took only one class that summer, an easy English requirement. To
Amy's huge relief Burnside went to Europe on sabbatical, so there was a
break from being spotlighted in class and from her professor's red ink.
Amy's summer was full of other activity. She had promised Suzanne her
time for modeling, given the backlog of projects her friend had wanted
to work on. Suzanne welcomed Amy back with a notebook containing a list
of planned photo-shoots. The photographer was pleased with her
roommate's deep, even tan when she returned from Pennsylvania.
There were hours of studio sessions in front of Suzanne�s camera. At the
end of June there was a trip to Nebraska and several days of shooting in
a wheat field, with the hot summer wind whipping Amy's unprotected skin.
There even was a photo shoot for a chain of coffee houses, in which Amy
and Wendy, dressed in company uniforms, smiled at Suzanne's camera with
their hands operating the company's espresso machines. Of all the photo
shoots, the ad campaign was the toughest. Suzanne had insisted that her
models learn how to use the company's equipment before the shoot, which
meant that Amy and Wendy actually had to train as employees and serve
real customers. As usual, Suzanne's insistence on realism paid off;
later that year Amy saw herself and her friend on billboards and bus
posters all over Chicago, pushing coffee on the city's consumers.
Finally, there was the editing of the essays for Suzanne's upcoming book
on Wendy and her gambling problems. As Amy re-wrote passages from the
essays, her own bitterness about the damage to the relationship between
herself and her friend came out in the revisions.
Wendy's problems were the one thing that spoiled Amy's summer. Suzanne's
dark, morbid book and its depressing subject matter weighed down on Amy,
as did the fact that Wendy now seemed to be able to open up more to
Suzanne. Amy was frightened by Wendy's drawings and failed to see their
artistic merit. Wendy's quiet, sullen behavior made her unpleasant to be
around. Whenever Amy tried to talk about something pleasant, Wendy's
dark eyes looked up at her with a hostile expression. Amy realized that
the last thing Wendy wanted to hear was how happy she was with Paul.
Amy continued to disburse money to Wendy out of the income from
Suzanne's pictures. Amy wrote all of Wendy's checks and prepaid her
expenses whenever possible. She felt uncomfortable talking to Wendy
about her finances. She felt like she was taking care of an
irresponsible teenager.
Wendy was both grateful and resentful concerning Amy's control over her
life. She resented having to ask Amy for permission to use her own
money, but at the same time realized that for now she had no choice. The
conflict within her came out every time she talked to Amy.
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Suzanne wanted a male model. Suzanne's experience allowed her to size up
people quickly and figure out how to get their images on film. Suzanne
knew that Paul at first would be nervous about having his body
documented on film, and went slowly. She worked on Paul by showing him
previous work done with other male models. Then she eased him into
modeling for her through a joint portrait session with Amy. Amy herself
was not aware of what Suzanne ultimately had in mind when she agreed to
pose with Paul for a joint portrait together. Suzanne moved from facial
shots to standing shots with Paul and Amy fully dressed. Suzanne moved
about the studio, as she asked Amy and Paul to start shedding clothing.
Before they realized it Amy and Paul were nude. Suzanne ordered Paul to
sit down and Amy to sit on his lap. She retook the portraits, then had
Amy and Paul pose together for a long series of joint figure shots.
Finally Amy stepped to the side, and Suzanne shot a long series of
figure studies of Paul by himself. She experimented with the lighting
and backdrops. Before either Paul or Amy realized what had happened,
Suzanne had shot several rolls of film on Paul alone.
The next step was to develop the pictures and present the better ones to
Paul and Amy. Paul was deeply moved seeing himself on film like this. He
was hooked.
Later that week Suzanne took Amy and Paul back to her favorite forest
location. Once again her ranger fan locked the gate behind Suzanne's
vehicle, this time for two days in a row. Suzanne told the ranger about
the progress of her upcoming book with Wendy. She took down his address
to send him an advance copy, once the new publication was ready for
printing.
Amy and Paul left their clothes in the minivan and walked down the trail
holding hands, with Suzanne's cameras clicking behind them. Suzanne
spent the next two days taking roll after roll of film of Paul and Amy
together, and of each separately. Amy was more muscular than she had
been last year and her skin was darker, so Suzanne was every bit as
interested in Amy as she was in Paul. Ultimately these pictures would be
included with a series of landscapes into Suzanne's fourth book, which
she planned to call "Eden".
The following week Paul posed by himself at the studio in the art
department. Amy stayed dressed and helped Suzanne with the lighting and
equipment. Paul felt a strange excitement, being naked in front of two
dressed women and taking orders. Suzanne's commanding voice thrilled
him. Increasingly he felt the excitement of submission.
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Paul's new fascination increased dramatically when Amy told him about
Burnside's Mardi Gras party and her tormenting of Bill. Paul surprised
Amy by wanting to hear all the details. While making love to Amy later
that night, images of himself in Bill's situation flashed through Paul's
mind. Amy's boyfriend was developing a guilty fantasy. He wanted Amy to
punish him. He still was thrilled by any opportunity to spank Amy, but
he also wanted Amy to spank him as well.
A couple of nights later Paul and Amy were relaxing on Amy's bed. They
were undressed, but had not had sex yet. Paul was on his stomach,
inadvertently lying on a couple of Amy's textbooks, his bare bottom
close to her. Amy wanted to pick up the books and put them away. She
reached over and tugged at one of the books.
"Paul, move please, so I can get these off the bed."
Suddenly Paul decided to stay put and see what Amy would do.
"Paul, please move."
Amy tugged at the book and became irritable.
"Paul, move!"
Suddenly Amy slapped Paul hard on the bottom. He stayed put. Amy slapped
him hard again, three more times.
"Paul, if you don't move, you're gonna get it!" He looked at her in
anticipation. Suddenly Amy realized that "getting it" was precisely what
Paul wanted. A thrill of excitement ran through her. She got up and
pulled a thick belt out of her closet. She doubled it and swatted it
through the air. Amy tried to speak with a forced tone of seriousness.
The cracking in her voice however, as well as her expression, betrayed
her excitement.
"OK, Paul, since you want to be that way, let's see what it takes to get
you off my textbooks."
Paul, for the first time, felt the thrill of waiting for an erotic
punishment. He knew that Amy was strong, having worked out with her over
the last five months. This was going to hurt. Yet it was Paul himself
who would determine when the punishment would end; all he had to do was
roll off Amy's books. He was determined to stay on the books as long as
he could stand it.
Amy rubbed her hand over his bottom. She studied the reddish handprints
left by her slaps. She teasingly ran her hand between his bottom cheeks
and on his thighs. He had a furious erection and shifted uncomfortably.
Amy slipped her hand under him, grabbed his penis, and pushed him up
slightly. His bottom was now well exposed for Amy's belt.
"Paul, I want you to stay like this until you decide you need to respect
my books."
Again Amy ran her hand over Paul's bottom and between his bottom cheeks,
now that Paul was raised up and his legs slightly spread. Gently she
touched the backs of his balls. Paul now was lifted up enough that Amy
easily could have pulled her books out from under him. However, the
books were no longer the issue.
Paul was nervous and excited at the same time. His bottom tingled in
anticipation at the soft touches of Amy's hand. She was tormenting him
and he loved it. She began gently rubbing the belt on his unprotected
bottom.
Suddenly she stepped back, measured her distance, and delivered a cruel
swat to both of Paul's bottom cheeks. CRACK! Paul jerked from the pain
but quickly positioned himself for the second swat of Amy's belt. CRACK!
Amy hit Paul hard across the right bottom cheek. She moved to the other
side of the bed. CRACK! CRACK! Amy laid two more swats on Paul's left
bottom cheek. She moved back around and, full force, laid into Paul with
three vicious swats across both bottom cheeks. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Paul gasped. The swats hurt more than he had anticipated. However, the
intensity of this experience, and the feeling of submission and
vulnerability, totally aroused him. He was so hard he could barely stand
it. He desperately wanted to jump up and take Amy. However, he resisted
that temptation. He wanted this experience to be even more intense.
Amy was totally aroused. She could feel the wetness building between her
legs. She studied the pink stripes and ran her hand over Paul's bottom.
She noticed his furious erection and desperately wanted to squeeze it to
torment him. Amy knew better, however. There was a very good chance, if
she squeezed him now, that he would come on the bed and spoil
everything.
Suddenly Amy remembered Suzanne's paddle. She wanted to try that as
well.
"Paul, are you ready to respect my books?" He looked up, his eyes wild
with excitement. He shook his head.
"Then I'll have to teach you. Stay where you are." Paul watched Amy with
surprise as she left the room. He was even more surprised when he came
back with a paddle in her hand.
POP! Amy laid a sharp swat on Paul's right bottom cheek with the paddle.
The sting contrasted with the belt swats, but laid on top of them, made
them much more painful. Amy decided that she would give Paul 10 swats of
the paddle, then start up again with the belt. She decided to hit him on
alternate cheeks to concentrate the force of the swats. Lovingly she
caressed Paul's bottom. Paul sighed nervously.
POP!...POP! Amy swatted hard. Paul shifted back and forth slightly and
sighed. POP!...POP!...POP!...POP! Paul grunted, from a combination of
pain and pleasure. Amy paused to look at the deepening pink color on his
bottom. Where she had laid the belt marks were a dark pink, punctuating
the light pink circles formed by the paddle marks. She lightly tapped
his right bottom cheek and delivered another pair of hard swats to
Paul's right side. POP!...POP! Amy shifted position to lay matching
swats on Paul's left bottom cheek. POP!...POP! Paul's voice broke with a
gasp. Amy could tell the sound was a combination of agony and arousal.
She knew, because she had made noises like that plenty of times herself.
Amy picked up the belt again. She was determined to force Paul to get
off her books. Paul was every bit as determined to stay over Amy's books
as long as he could.
Amy gently caressed Paul's deep pink bottom cheeks. Again she teased him
by gently stroking the backs of his testicles with her finger tips. She
noticed that he was sweating and shaking slightly.
"Paul, you haven't had your birthday spanking for this year," Amy began
sweetly as she gently caressed his bottom. "That's 19 swats with the
belt. I need you to lift up a bit and spread your knees some more."
Paul became nervous, not sure if he could take 19 swats of the belt over
the paddle swats. He complied, stretching himself for Amy. Amy pressed
her hand in the middle of his back to force Paul to turn his bottom up
even more. Feeling the cool air against his bottom hole and between his
legs made Paul all too aware of his vulnerability.
CRACK! Amy laid the first swat at the base of Paul's right bottom cheek.
Paul gasped. CRACK! Another swat, slightly overlapping the first,
changed the color at the base of Paul's bottom from deep pink to reddish
pink. CRACK!...CRACK!...CRACK!...CRACK!...CRACK!... Amy worked her way
up Paul's right bottom cheek with full-force swats, darkening the color.
Paul gasped and his breathing became irregular. Amy peeked between his
legs. He was harder than ever.
The sight of her love on his elbows and knees, with his eyes closed and
gasping from the swats, his marked bottom and furious erection, drove
Amy wild with excitement. She changed sides. Viciously she attacked his
left bottom cheek with the belt.
CRACK!...CRACK!...CRACK!...CRACK!...CRACK!...CRACK!...CRACK!... His
voice broke with the last three swats.
Full force, Amy laid the final five swats across both bottom cheeks.
CRACK!...CRACK!...CRACK!...CRACK!...CRACK!... Paul's voice broke with
each swat. He was covered in sweat. Amy could not stand the anticipation
any more. She was so aroused that her voice cracked.
"Paul, get up! I don't give a shit about the books! Take me!"
Paul stood up, but pressed Amy backwards over the bed. The smell of her
arousal hit him. Suddenly he wanted to taste her. He buried her face
between her legs. The sensation of his kisses made her climax.
"Paul!...Oh Paul!"
Paul stood up. He was totally aroused. He wiped his mouth with his
forearm and got on top of Amy. He kissed her. The smell of her sex still
was on his face, but she didn't care. She grabbed his swollen bottom and
squeezed hard. He entered her and climaxed immediately. Amy climaxed
again. Paul heard her familiar squeaks as he continued thrusting. He
still was totally aroused and stayed hard. He continued thrusting and
finally got what he wanted, a second orgasm. Amy and Paul were drenched
in sweat and smelled of each other's sex.
They finally calmed down and separated. They managed to get their breath
back. Paul sat up against Amy's pillows and Amy cuddled in his arms. She
fell asleep with his arm around her.
Paul stayed awake for a while, contemplating Amy's textbooks, which had
fallen on the floor. His bottom, withstanding not only his weight, but
also part of Amy's, throbbed. He would not be able to get to sleep until
he could get out of a sitting position and relieve the pressure on his
welts, but he did not want to disturb Amy.
Paul was shocked about this discovery he had made about himself. Tonight
he had been aroused in a way he had never could have imagined before.
Under any other circumstances he would have been totally embarrassed
about letting a girlfriend know about this sexual desire, one that he
himself was unaware of before he modeled for Suzanne. However, he also
knew that Amy had been as excited by spanking him as he had been
receiving her swats. He could share his soul with her and his secret
desires.
Paul and Amy were excited by the same things. They enjoyed the same type
of foreplay. Paul realized how lucky he was to have Amy in his life. He
had found his soul-mate.
The Wanderings of Amy - Chapter 17
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