Amy
Amy is a set of stories based loosely on modern day Waynesboro, a small town south of Augusta. No local business names or local personal names have been used, though you may encounter characters similar to those living in the town. While local business locations may be used, the names are not, and I may have changed the precise location.
Chapter 1
Amy Lane sat alone on a bar stool behind a old mechanical cash register, staring past the tables and chairs of El Camino Bravo, past the tiled floor and streamers still up for Independence Day, past her co-workers - not a one a Caucasian like she, out of a window of glass blown and shaped locally. The window's old white paint was peeled and cracked, layer upon layer having been painted over carelessly, until the surface became almost irreparable. The many layers of stark white paint had rendered the lock on the window inoperable, sticking it and all of its many companions - lined up like transparent soldiers in the walls of the restaurant - firmly in their places.
The object of her rapt attention was John Mathis, a young man who worked at the hardware store just across the street. He wasn't the town hunk by any means, but he cut a nice profile, and his spiky brown hair and matching brown eyes went together nicely. He was currently leaning against his truck, smoking a cigar, drinking its thick, heady smoke in as though it were bourbon. He would roll the smoke around with his tongue, allowing the thick clouds to roll slowly out of his mouth.
A glance at the clock revealed that five o'clock had arrived, and it was time to leave the restaurant for the day. Amy grabbed her raincoat and purse and walked towards the door. With a quick word to Mr. Hernandez, her balding and undertall employer, Amy stepped out of the door and onto the street. She had parked right out in front of the building, which allowed her to steal another glance at John, who was now on his phone and still propped up against the truck. Cranking her small Ranger, she popped some music in and drove for home.
Five minutes later, Amy was pulling up to her house on Jones Avenue. She stepped out of her car and walked in the front door, cursing as she almost tripped over one of her two cats. Her roommate Jill walked out of the kitchen stark naked and greeted her.
"Hey, Ame,"
"Hey, Jill. Been on the sybian already today, or just airing yourself out?"
"No, but I was just about to take a ride on it...unless you'd like to play sybian today."
Amy grinned, her white teeth a pleasing contrast next to her red lips and red hair. Her green eyes sparkled merrily above her freckled cheeks. Jill and Amy had, since before they were roommates, been casual lovers - in part due to the absolutely wonderful dating scene in Waynesboro - but also in part due to the act that they both loved another girl going down on them and the feel of a woman as she came beneath them. "Nothing's better than a girl on her knees", Jill was fond of saying. Where Amy was concerned, Jill thought this was doubly true. She was already wet thinking about looking down while standing to see the redhead eating her out, holding her open with one had while playing with her own cunt with the other.
"Hmm...maybe so - I do like to do the fucking sometimes rather than always be the receiver."
"Ok, but first, you have a spanking coming."
"What for?"
"Because I want to give you one - and because it makes you so wet you'll fuck all night."
Jill was right - Amy certainly responded well to having her ass reddened, especially if the spanking was long and thorough, leaving the twenty-four-year-old with a stinging sensation she would feel the next day.
"Yes ma'm...can I pick out what I get spanked with?"
"Certainly. Feel free to pick anything you wish. But I want you to strip completely first."
Smiling brightly, Amy put down her coat and purse and began to disrobe, starting with her button-up shirt, revealing a green demi-cup bra. Next came the short blue skirt, under which no underwear nor hair marred the landscape of her mound, which glistened now with sweat and juices from her pussy. Last came her shoes and socks, kicked off and tossed in the corner. Tits bouncing, Amy half-skipped off to find what she was looking for - a magnolia switch.
She slowly opened the back door, glancing out of the screen door into the Georgia afternoon, feeling the sultry heat and humidity left over from the morning's rain. There was a magnolia tree in the backyard, a large specimen, which often had small branches and new trees that provided some of the best switches Amy had ever found. Deciding it was safe, Amy bounded out of the door and jogged swiftly to the tree, ducking beneath its fronds. She cut a branch with a pair of shears, a good four-foot length of wood, about 3/4 of an inch at the "handle" end. She rushed back inside, globes heaving and ass shaking, never noticing the teenage boy in the top window of the house next door.
His name was Jeremy Thomas, and he had been looking at a Playboy in the upstairs bathroom of his house, stroking his length, just getting started. When the girl next door - a mere five years older than he - ran out of the house naked and cut a branch off a tree in her backyard, his cock went from semi-hard to rock solid. He furiously jerked himself off, thinking of her full breasts as he did, finally coming with a grunt and shooting come all over the toilet as well as all over this month's centerfold. Shaking, he walked out of the bathroom and went to lay down.
Back in her own house, Amy took the branch to Jill, handing it over and standing before her lover, hands held at rest in front of her belly. Jill looked over the branch, nodding approvingly and setting it to the side.
"Alright, across my lap, bitch."
Amy obediently took the well-practiced position, her ass balanced midway across Jill's legs, her tits hanging down like a set of udders starving for attention. She waited anxiously as Jill ran her hands slowly and softly across her back and nethers, then sighed when Jill began massaging her bottom. She closed her eyes and began to drift, feeling the need to fuck - not "make love" or "have sex", but fuck - the need to have something long and hard shoved in her wet, dripping snatch.
*SMACK*
The first blow brought her out of her reverie, stinging her left ass cheek and bringing her physical need to come closer to the surface.
*SMACK*
*SMACK*
*SMACK*
On the blows came, slow at first, but gradually faster, and soon in sets of three to each side.
*SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK*
*SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK*
On and on, turning her ass from white to a soft pink, sending a slowly increasing stinging sensation throughout her ass and pussy. Now ten blows...now fifteen...now twenty. She knew this would go on until she was squirming at the sharp feel of flesh on flesh, but for now the feeling was wonderful.
*SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK*
*SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK*
The stinging sensation, formerly nothing more than a nice warm feeling, started to really smart at thirty. By forty, Amy's ass was feeling like needles were being pricked into the flesh on top, stabbing into her bottom. Every time Jill's hand fell, her ass exploded into a cloud of fire. By fifty, the fire was getting pretty warm, and each blow made Amy grunt or squeal. By sixty, she was squealing with each hit, and starting to whine.
"Owwwww!!! That hurts!!"
"It's meant to hurt, slut! Now stand up so I can give you a good switching!"
Standing slowly, Amy placed her hands on her head, causing her breasts to lift in the process. Jill stood and lifted Amy's right tit in her hand, then leaned down and sucked on the nipple until Amy moaned. Jill reached a hand down, feeling deep into Amy's pussy.
"You're enjoying this, you little bitch. Bend over so I can teach that ass of yours a lesson."
"Yes, ma'm!"
Amy bent over, legs together and back arched downward, poking her ass out as if her body was begging to be beaten. She felt the switch touch both sides of her bottom, then swish back away from her.
*WHAP*
"OWWW!!"
"Shut up, slut! Count your strokes!"
*WHAP* "One!"
*WHAP* "Two!
She was in pain now, the burning sensation that had awakened her cunt now just a memory. Lines of fire manifested across her ass, running between her legs. She begged and pleaded for mercy as blows five and six sliced across her world. Seven, eight, and nine had her wailing...
*WHAP* "Teh...he...henn!"
She had tears rimming her eyes, and a heat in her ass and cunt that no water would quench. She needed to fuck and be fucked, to feel the crash of a thick, weighty instrument in her folds.
"You can stand now and go get the strap-on."
She stood ever so slowly, her skin tender from the day's punishment, feeling as if it had been baked. She walked unsteadily to the bedroom, opened the toy chest, and dug out her strap-on. She slid it on, making sure to penetrate her slippery pussy with the end in the crotch of the device, and walked back out.
Jill was laying on the floor face-up, playing with her cunt, furiously frigging herself in eager anticipation. Amy walked in, kneeled down, and pushed the dildo deep into Jill's cunt, slowly fucking her. The thrusts gradually came faster, Jill moaning beneath her, ordering her not to stop. The straps of her fucktoy she now wore chafed on her ass, digging into her ass crack, pulling her cheeks apart, exposing her asshole to the world.
"Keep going, Amy!"
"Yes ma'm!"
She did keep going, even though her ass was on fire, even though she was running low on steam. Jill was playing with her own clit now as she was being fucked. She began to moan, then became soundless, her mouth still open in ecstasy. Jill tensed beneath her and screamed, a wordless howl that brought Amy's orgasm closer. She fucked her lover more furiously now, fast and deep thrusts that had both of them panting. She felt her own orgasm on the verge of arriving and shuddered with it, groaning and squealing as Jill had moments before. As she came, she thrust three more good times, making Jill howl, partly with pleasure and partly with pain. They both lay panting until Amy finally mustered the nerve to withdraw and remove the strap-on from her cunt.
"Wow, that was good, Amy. I see you didn't get any vibrator time at work today."
"Nope. Busy day. Wanna fuck again later, Maybe outside?"
"Sure. But right now, I want some pizza. Put in your buttplug so I can torment your asshole later."
"Can I spank you later?"
"No problem, but it'll cost you five extra licks right now."
*Sigh* "Okay."
Grabbing the switch, Jill ordered Amy to bend over in front of the front picture window, giving anyone who looked closely a nice view.
"Who's a slut, Amy?"
"I am, miss."
*WHAP* *WHAP* *WHAP* *WHAP* *WHAP*
Sniffling again, she stood, Hands on her head to remove the temptation to rub her ass.
"Thank you for beating your slut, mistress. Can we get that pizza now?"
"Yes,dear. I'll call it in. "