Almost There Already

And he didn't like it when I talked dirty. He- he never went out with me again after..."

Stacy could see why Gwen's boyfriend wouldn't want to do any of those things. Hell, she regretted doing most everything that had happened tonight. She felt guilty. She felt dirty.

What's more, she didn't want to talk about it.

"I like you a lot Stacy," Gwen said. "I mean a whole lot. I mean - like I love you Stacy. No one has ever done anything like you did. No one has even bought me anything pretty either.

"I-I love you too Gwen," Stacy said, unable to think of anything else to say the finger teasing her sex made thinking impossible. If she agreed quickly, perhaps Gwen would concentrate on driving.

"I want you to call me tonight when you go to bed," Gwen said.

"Okay," Stacy said, wondering what was going through the girl's brain. She was incredibly embarrassed. What if someone looked in the car window. Worse, they were getting close to her house. What if the press was still there? What if it was captured on film? Senator's daughter, naked beneath her skirt, fingerfucked in a car, film at eleven.

Thinking of it made her quiver. Made her slim hips pump of their own volition.

"Not before you go to bed," Gwen urged. "But when. When the lights are off and you are in bed, I want you to call me. Okay."

"Okay," Stacy gasped. She didn't want to think about it, but her body had betrayed her. Her slim thighs had spread, as Gwen fingered her openly. The wet sucking sound were a testament to her desire. She didn't believe such a thing was possible, but she was in danger of coming again.

"Now tell me," Gwen said. "When are you going to call me?"

"Tonight," Stacy gasped. "From bed."

"That's my good girl."

Gwen removed her hand before they arrived at Stacy's house and wiped the excess moisture on Stacy's short skirt. Then Gwen walked Stacy to the door and kissed her, but she didn't say anything more. And that night though Stacy looked at her cell phone, and though remembered Gwen's instructions.

She wanted to be a good girl. But Gwen's idea of a good girl was so very different than that from her father. She didn't want to disappoint him. More importantly, she was terrified of the things that Gwen had in mind, so she didn't make the call.

She was afraid. Afraid of what she had done that night. Of what she might yet do. It was a long night. But finally it was over. Finally she could go to bed.

********************

Later that week, at Gwen's house, Stacy had forgotten all about Gwen's instructions. But Gwen hadn't.

"You broke your promise to me Friday night," Gwen said.

"What promise?" Stacy asked. At the moment, she thought it poor timing to be talking of broken promises, when just moments ago, Gwen was whispering sweet nothings in her ear, slowly but surely stripping the reluctant senior that sat on her lap of all her vestments.

"You tell me," Gwen said as she easily turned the petite blond around and locked a thick thigh over her back and another between the girl's lean legs. Then her large hand came down on delicate buttocks with a resounding thwack, leaving a red imprint in its wake.

"Ouch!" Stacy cried. She tried to struggle free, but she was held helpless by those big powerful thighs. One at her back held her fast, while the one between her legs kept her struggles to a minimum.

"Stop it," Stacy ordered. "I mean it. Why are you doing this? What promise?"

Oh the indignity of it. Of being spanked like some errant brat. Treated like a child instead of an eighteen year old adult young woman. And the worst? The worst was that it was so damned effective. So relentless in transforming her back into a helpless girl.

"I'm sorry...alright I'm sorry," Stacy begged. "I should have called. I should have called."

"That's right," Gwen said. "You should have called. Now instead of the nice date I had planned for tonight, we are going to have to put things right. Up you go, now..sit just like that. And take your medicine."

The licks were not as hard as before. But they stung nonetheless. Each blow elicited a small grunt from the hapless blond. This was like no spanking she'd ever heard of. She was straddling Gwen's thigh, practically laying all her weight on it. Her upper body she held with her hands on the carpeted floor. The blows were coming one at a time. One for each cheek. Alternating. Each blow moving her on that thigh. Forcing her to rub he naked sex on it.

And how the blows stung. Not just her pride, but they really began to sting. Worse and worse. The sensation building. And a worse blow to her pride, it wasn't only her bottom that was afire, but her loins as well. She was growing hotter and hotter. And more and more wet by the moment.

And at some point, she wasn't sure when, Stacy wasn't just moving her pelvis due to the blows to her bottom. She was moving it on her own. Willingly. Her grunts became moans. And how she hated herself. She didn't want this. She wanted Mitch back. She wanted to be head cheerleader again. She wished she'd never met this horrid girl. She wished her loins weren't so hot and needful. She wished... Ugh. ... Oh God...

"Stop that," Gwen admonished. "This isn't for your enjoyment. I'm really pissed at you. Besides, your muff is rubbing me raw..."

"I'm...sorry.." Stacy breathed.

"Here, let's fix that."

"What do you mean?" Stacy asked. However, instead of an answer, she found herself on Gwen's desk, naked, legs outstretched wide. Then finally her wrists were secured behind her back with a pair of nylon hose. They had some give, so it didn't even feel as if she were tied.

"Have you ever been so turned on. I mean so horny you don't know one end from the other?" Gwen asked.

"Yes..." Stacy said quietly. Yes she had. There in the car with Mitch, making out. Rubbing against him, her hand down his pants. While he climaxed, Stacy went home hot. Hot and stewing in her own juices.

"Have you really?" Gwen said, as she sat down in front of her naked girlfriend and spread the girl's moist pink lips. In her other hand she held a simple object. Simple but quite effective.

"Mmmmmm....." Stacy moaned as Gwen stroked the soft bristles of the small paintbrush along her lips. The moan grew in intensity as the brush dallied along her clit. A little here. A little there. Not so much a taste of pleasure, but a glimpse of it.

"Has anyone ever played with you like this?" Gwen asked.

"With a paint brush?" Stacy asked. "No."

"No, not with a brush dummy," Gwen said, putting down the brush and picking up a rubber band and giving Stacy a sting with it. Causing the helpless girl's legs to jump and spasm. Then picking up a tack and poking the tip here and there. Not painful, but not comfortable either, the pricking making Stacy jump and wriggle backwards out of the girl's reach.

"Like a toy. Like a fun, sexy, hot, yummy... little toy. Like a little toy doll that can be played with." Gwen put the tack down and picked the brush back up. She guided Stacy's legs even wider than they had been before.

"A toy that can be dressed...or posed...that can be done things to."

"No..no has ever...." Stacy breathed.

"Have you ever made a porno?" Gwen asked.

"God no!" Stacy said loudly and almost coming off the desk due to her nervousness. She pulled at the nylons binding her wrists and discovered that while they had plenty of give, they held her securely. She grew concerned at her helpless situation.

"Shhhh...have you ever shaved your pussy?" Gwen asked.

Stacy's cheeks grew rosy. "No." This time she whispered.

"I want to shave your pussy," Gwen said.

"What?" Stacy asked.

"Just stay there," Gwen said. "I'll be right back."'

By the time Gwen returned, Stacy's desire had begun to cool. And with her cooling desires, so too returned her doubts.

"I don't - I don't want to be shaved," Stacy said.

"Okay," Gwen said. "Just relax. We won't do anything you don't want to do. I mean, because I could do practically anything to you. After all, you are tied up and helpless. I could do anything. I could tickle you."

And with that Gwen tickled the slender blond. Made the helpless girl giggle and dance. Made her buck and gasp. Until she could barely breathe.

"Tell me you are helpless," Gwen said.

"I'm..ha-ha...helpless," Stacy gasped.

"That's right," Gwen said, picking up the brush. It tickled at first, but soon Stacy warmed to it again. Her loins growing hot and wet. Her desires beginning to rage.

This time Gwen gave her more than a taste of pleasure. She gave her whole bites. She stroked Stacy's moist lips. She twirled it over her clit. She let the pleasure build over and over again. Until Stacy's sex began to twitch and squeeze. Oh fuck she was so closet . So close, yet so far away.

Had she had use of her hands, she would have brought herself off. She thought she'd been horny before when she made out with Mitch in the car. Those had been mere fumblings. Nothing like being taken to the brink over and over again, and then being allowed to cool back down.

"Please," Gwen asked. "Let me film you."

That was the worst. Had it not been for Gwen's question. Gwen's out of the question question, it would have been Stacy that was begging. Now she wasn't even allowed to beg. Now she was forced to say: "No-no-no. Oh I can't. You know I can't. Even if I wanted, I couldn't. My dad. If it ever got out."

"If you loved me, you would." Gwen repeated. "I wouldn't even show your face. It would be anonymous. Please."

Seven times of being teased to the brink of orgasm. Seven times her fires of desire had been stoked to a burning rage before being cooled once again. Seven times of need and near ecstasy before Stacy relented.

"You would promise not to...ah..not to show my face." Stacy asked after being repeatedly teased.

And with that Gwen knew she'd won.

"Not at all."

"Okay...but no one can ever see it," Stacy said. "Even as Stacy was saying the words, she knew she shouldn't be agreeing to this. A porno. That's what this was. She knew better. And yet, she was so hot. So fucking horny. Being in such a state weakened the will; made her willing to do just about anything.

Gwen didn't answer, instead she hurried to take out the camcorder. She zoomed in on Stacy's well lubricated sex.

Stacy felt her cheeks warm the moment the camera was centered on her. Dear God, why had she agreed to this? Her knees curled in, and her hands moved protectively over her sex as she was overtaken by her shyness.

"This is Gwen Stapleton and I'm here in the outback," Gwen said in a fake Australian accent. "And I've come upon the rare pink monkey."

"Stop that," Stacy said, but she couldn't help but laugh at the tall girl's antics.

"The pink monkey is usually quite docile," Gwen continued. "But it can become quite ferocious if teased. Aye, let's fuck with it a bit and see what happens."

This time Gwen didn't use the paintbrush but her own fingers. Burrowing two of them in the girl's tight pussy. Taking her to the brink of orgasm in moments.

Stacy's camera shyness was now a distant memory. She spread her lean thighs wide to provide Gwen with more access. She pumped her slim hips in hopes of reaching orgasm. However, before she could reach climax, Gwen quickly removed her two fingers, leaving the hapless blond gasping for breath.

Gwen began again, this time with the paintbrush. Only now, once Gwen took Stacy to the brink of orgasm, she picked up her scissors and snipped off some of her short blond curls.

Stacy knew where this was going. Oh God, it was bad enough that she had allowed Gwen to bring out that damned camcorder. To allow herself to be filmed while engaging in a sexual tryst.

But, this? To allow herself to be denuded. God, shaved smooth and bare. To be made smooth and bare; and immortalized?

She shivered as she imagined the other cheerleaders noticing her bare state in the shower. Now that Tracy was the head cheerleader, she found herself more and more not the top girl...but the bottom girl. Running laps. A victim of catty humor.

Oh God, she wanted desperately to prevent being a victim of more of those snide comments or worse, the time the girls would be laughing when she showed up in the locker room only to fall silent when she approached.

Stacy slammed her lean thighs together as the consequences slammed home.

"Aye, the monkey is a shy animal, but you can sometimes coax them out of hiding with one of these," Gwen put down the scissors and commenced running the paintbrush along Stacy's hungry sex, teasing her sensitive clit.

It felt too good to keep them closed for long. But the moment she spread them

Gwen quickly picked up the scissors once again and snipped off another swath of curly hair.

"Stop that!" Stacy said unconvincingly.

"The monkey becomes angry when it's natural habitat is destroyed."

"God Gwen," Stacy moaned, but didn't close her thighs, even as Gwen snipped her curly down over and over again. "Fuck..."

"It becomes agitated."

"Please Gwen," Stacy begged. "We shower at away games...I would be the only...no one is shaved....no one....they whisper .... they talk about me ... us ..as it is...oh God...Gwen..."

But Gwen snipped and snipped. Then she began to lather Stacy's plump and blossoming sex with shaving cream. She pointed the camera at Stacy's cute little pussy and continued filming.

"But if you stroke the monkey and calm it," Gwen continued as she picked up the disposable razor. "And don't show any fear, it will let you befriend it."

Gwen ran the razor down Stacy's mons and as the white cream was stripped away, there was nothing underneath but smooth bare skin.

"Outside of its natural environment," Gwen said as she kept the razor removing more and more of Stacy's downy curls. "It may even become domesticated."

"Damn it Gwen. You are determined to do it aren't you?" Stacy breathed. Domesticated. The word struck home. Like a pet. The word made her wet. Made her so fucking hot. "What am I going to do? How can I hide this? Oh God, I'm so close. Please Gwen...please...touch me...finish me..."

"Patience little monkey," Gwen said. "We are almost done."

Next Gwen applied a bit of shaving cream to the last few hairs, these in the crevice of Stacy's bottom. Then removed these as well.

"Are you domesticated yet little monkey?" Gwen asked as she picked up the paintbrush and began stroking Stacy once more.

"....no..." Stacy moaned.

"Tell the truth," Gwen said. "You are, aren't you? Are you domesticated little monkey? My horny little monkey."

"Oh God yes...."

Gwen panned the camera from Stacy's hungry sex up to capture the obvious need in her hungry blue eyes. And the obvious submission.

"You promised," Stacy panted as she turned her face to the side.

"Show me your face," Gwen purred. "Come on..."

"....no..."

"Please..."

I wasn't the please. It was the brush. Oh God the brush. It could not be denied.

Stacy turned to the camera.

"Tell me what you want," Gwen said.

"I want..I want to come."

"You see why I like you nice and smooth?" Gwen asked. "It's more sensitive isn't it?"

"..mmmmmmm....yes..."

"You know," Gwen said. "For such a tiny little girl, you have a plump little cunt."

Stacy dared to look down. She'd never seen herself like that...so smooth and bare...so 'out there'. Sure, when she was a girl, she didn't have her curly blond down, but was long before she had begun to develop. Besides it was so long ago that she could barely remember it. Now without her curly protection, she could see that yes...she was plump 'there'.

It made her shiver to think of showering after the game...and other girls seeing her. God, of the camera Gwen was focusing on her privates!

"And just look at that fat little clit," Gwen said. "It's like a little cock sticking out there. Come on out little monkey, come out where we can see you."

Gwen peeled Stacy's lips apart and gave a few light wet slaps to the mouth of the girl's hungry sex.

"Oh God," Stacy moaned as the sensation echoed deep within her loins.

With a perverse sense of dread, Stacy glanced down again. Her mons were swollen and pink. Her nether lips open and waiting. It was covered in a thin sheen of honey. Her clit, though she felt nothing but shame and embarrassment, her clit stood proudly, a small pink slightly purple bulb distending from its hood.

Gwen put the brush down for a moment, and caught the little nubbin between her fingers.

"Look little monkey," Gwen giggled. "I can jack you off like a boy. Do you like that monkey? Do you like being jacked off? My little boy monkey."

Stacy had never felt such a sensation as have her clit tugged and pulled. She almost came on the spot. But then it was released and the brush was back in Gwen's wet fingers.

"There we are," Gwen said, as she stroked the small appendage with the delicate bristles of her paintbrush - taking the poor girl to the brink of orgasm yet again. However, this time she gave the brush one final flick.

"Oh!" Stacy cried, her hips pumping, as a warm feeling of pleasure grew from her loins and attempted to infuse her slim body. An orgasm. Yet not enough to sustain itself. Her sex twitched twice and exuded its sweet nectar but then stopped, leaving her breathless and gasping. Then the yearning returned once again - twofold.

"See it's all about level of importance," Gwen said. "Like I bet right now all you can think about is this brush and a real orgasm. Not another of these."

Then Gwen flicked the little brush along the tip of Stacy's clit for three short strokes. Stacy's legs shot up off the table. Not just up, but her thighs were held open, of their own volition, and trembling in a split in mid-air.

"Oh God...." she gasped, her eyebrows knotting up, and sweat streaming down her chin. It hit just like before, a pleasurable warming, and then....it faded. Leaving her high and dry. Her sex twitching. Her juice puddling beneath her bottom.

"But you see," Gwen continued. "You have it all wrong. Who hold the brush? I do. And who owns this sweet little pussy? Go on. Tell me. Who owns this sweet smooth little puss my little domesticated monkey?"

I do. That was Stacy's first thought. But, she was glad the words didn't leave her mouth. Instead her body bucked as she was taken past the brink once more.

"Oh fuck..." Stacy gasped, and then the sensation began to wane. God her nipples were so hard they hurt. Her clit so swollen she could feel every sensation. Even a breeze was almost unbearable. It was then that she knew the correct answer to Gwen's question.

"You do," Stacy breathed. "You own it."

"And that makes me a very important person, yes?" Gwen said. "Important enough that when I tell you to call me from bed at night that you call me?"

"Yes," Stacy said. "I'll call you. I'm..sorry I didn't. I was...I was just ... scared."

"Good girl," Gwen purred. "Just look at that cute little puss. My cute little puss. Awww....it's twitching. So precious. I bet I know what it wants right now."

With a sense of both anticipation and dread, she watched the brush draw near. By now every sensation, even pleasure, was too much. She was on overload. But still she needed it, she needed to calm the yearning in her loins. A yearning such that she had never felt before. A yearning so great she forgot the camera pointing at her face then zooming in on her crotch. The brush...Oh God the brush.

"Oh fuck," Stacy moaned, her breath ragged. "Oh..oh...no...stop...no..don't stop...oh God...right there....here it comes...keep going...keep going...oh oh please... OH!"

This time there wasn't just a leaking warming sensation that never developed further than her sex. This time it exploded within her. Lighting up her body. Suffusing her. Like a wave of heat flashing through her. Making her spasm. Making her slim hips pump in time to the beat of her racing heart.