TEENAGER LOVE Julian had decided that this was it. He had done that once before, back when he dated Carrie. He had bought a pack of condoms, and gathered all his courage, and then, when the moment came, he had chickened out. He was furious with himself then, but now he was glad. Back then, he had put on all those condoms, one at a time, in the days following his defeat. The episode had given him some much needed practise. It wouldn't do to fumble like he had with the first few when Susan was watching. And this time, it was it. Susan was coming over to do homework, and they would be all alone in the house all Sunday. Julian had bought his second pack of condoms. This day they would go all the way. Shortly after Susan arrived, they were in his bed. He was finger fucking her as usual, and she was giving him a hand job. He had not brought it up at the outset as he had intended, and he was getting kind of close. Now or never. "Susan? Would you like to go all the way?" Susan didn't like that at all. She increased the speed of her wanking. Better get him off before this got unpleasant. "That's not a good idea." "Wouldn't you like to try the real thing?" "Julian, are we really ready for this?" He delayed his answer with a kiss, and kept upping the speed. When she let him, he said: "Yes. I love you. You love me, you've said so." "Oh I do!" She kissed him again, and held the kiss. At last he pushed her head away. "Susan! Slow down! Stop! I'm gonna aaaaahhhh" He sent large quantities of a white, sticky goo flying out into the world. Bitch! Bitch bitch bitch! BITCH! She'd done that on purpose, he was sure of that. Well, he'd get it up again soon enough. No, soon but not soon enough. They would be downstairs doing homework, and he would never get her back to bed today. He had to make his move now. But which move? "I'm sorry I came, but I know a way to get it up again in no time. We can still do it." He got a long, white scarf from a drawer. "What are you going to do with that thing?" By way of answer, he caught her right hand and quickly tied the end of the scarf around her wrist. She flailed her left arm wildly, but he caught it and, being stronger than her, forced her arms together above her head and tied them together. He laid her down on the bed, face down, her knees resting on the floor, and tied the scarf to the bedpost on the far side. He went to his parents's bedroom and got the hairbrush from the dresser. Then he got the spanking strap from the upstairs broom closet. When he was about to close the door, the long forgotten cane caught his eye. Might as well bring it along. In the bedroom, Susan had climbed on the bed and was untying the knots with her teeth. "Oh no you don't!" He pulled her down by one foot and tightened the knots. "Do you know what really turns me on? Spanking! I always get a hardon watching someone spanked" (as long as I'm safe myself, he added silently.) "No matter how spent I am, a good spanking will always get it up. Now I'll spank you, and then we do it." "Oh Julian! Don't!" He showed her the brush. "This is what we got when we were little. Well, when we were really small, we got this." He brought his flat hand down hard on her right buttock. She flinched and ouched. "But that's so long ago I don't really remember." She'd felt that. He had expected a 16 year old to be totally unconcerned about a hand spanking. He had been wrong! He gave her one more slap, and got a satisfactory reaction, both from Susan and from his dick. He gave some more. "Julian, it hurts!" "Of course it hurts, that's why it's called a spanking." He cringed inside at his own remark. Well, not all your lines can be epigrams of deep wisdom. His hand was beginning to sting, so he stopped after a few more. "And when we got a little older, we got this," showing her the hairbrush, "and now we're getting this" the strap "and this" the cane "is what our dad got when he was a kid. He says we're lucky we don't get it, but that's just dad. It's always the same: he had it sooo rough and we are sooo lucky. Don't believe a word of it. What do you get?" "Julian!" "I've shown you mine, now you show me yours." "Well, mostly just the hand. Or the paddle, a special spanking paddle. Sometimes daddy's belt." Julian was really hot now. "Didn't I tell you that this would get me ready in no time? It worked like a dream!" He put a condom on. Then he ran his hand between Susan's legs. He was worried that her cunt would be all closed up like he had read about in those doctor books, but it was as open and as wet as it had ever been when he finger fucked her. He shoved his rubberclad dick inside her. At one point there was a bit of resistance, but it all but evaporated before his thrust. Susan flinched ever so slightly, and that was it. He paused to get used to the sensation of heat and pressure all along his dick. Then it hit him. He was fucking. Oh Glory!!! He was fucking! He, Julian F. Dorkmann, was actually fucking! FUCKING!!!! At long last he was really fucking! What was more, he was fucking Susan, Susan the great looker, Susan who he had been drooling over even when he dated Carrie, Susan who had told him that she loved him, Susan who most boys of the school had on their top ten most fuckable list! His hips initiated thrusting motions without authorisation from his conscious will. "Oh Susan! This is great! Great! Fantastic! Nothing's ever been this great!." He loved those little movements Susan made to grind her clit against the bed. "Oh Julian, Julian, Julian!" He came. Far too soon he came. He lay spent beside her. He twirled and pinched her clit gently between two fingers the way he knew she liked it (yet another way in which she was so very different from Carrie). When she had come, he got up and got rid of the condom. "I'm sorry I came so fast. That was great! We'll do it again soon, won't we?" he said, starting to untie her. Then he realised he didn't need to. "Susan! We can do it again right now! I can get it up again! I need only spank you! Hey! We can do this all day!" "Oh Julian, don't spank me. Can you really do it all day?" "There's only one way to find out. Let's try! Know what, we'll call it a science project. That way you won't need to lie when your mom asks what we've been doing." "I don't like it, Julian." Julian picked up the brush. He gave Susan's left ass-cheek a good, solid smack. He gave her a few more. "Not so hard, please Julian." He tried putting a bit more force behind the next blow. Finding this kind of blow more satisfactory, he continued in this style. At first Susan tried to take it with dignity. Then she started pleading, but shortly changed to badmouthing him. "Julian, you idiot! Do you really think you'll get away with this?", "I'll see you behind bars for this!" and so on and so forth. In the rare cases where she had badmouthed him when they were cuddling after petting, he had had some success with shutting her up by playing with her cunt again. He tried it now, and it worked like a charm. Susan was furious. She hadn't minded the hand spanking. She had been surprised and a bit angry that Julian had used so much force, each blow had been as bad as when mommy spanked her, but the blows had been few, and kind of a turn on. When he started with the brush, she had thought that he wanted her to know what it felt like, to share the experience. She had found that kind of sweet. The brush hurt, but it was not as bad as that paddle mommy used when she decided that an especially severe punishment was in order. Then he just went on and on. She had never been subject to anything like this. At home, the dreaded paddle would only come out as part of a hand spanking. Sometimes mommy would only show it to Susan. Usually she would get four whacks with it, on rare occasions six. Her very worst spanking ever had been when, at different points during a long hand spanking, she had got three series of four for three separate offences. How she had begged to avoid that third helping!! This was getting to be as bad. Also, something was dawning on her. Something decidedly unpleasant. Susan had long since made up her mind that once she decided to rid herself of her virginity, it would be with Julian's aid, but she had expected to be the one to decide when! She had told him no. (She had, hadn't she? She had! She was certain of it.) She had told him no, and he had tied her up, and shoved it in. She'd been raped! The Julian she thought she knew as a kindhearted boy had turned out to be a rapist! She had believed that Julian loved her, and he had raped her. It could be worse. It could have been a stranger. At least she was certain that Julian wouldn't kill or maim her. Yet a few minutes ago, she had been just as sure that he wouldn't rape her. Good! Her protest had made him stop. What now? The fool was putting his hand between her legs! "You jerk! Do you think I'm in the mood after what you did to me!" As his hand traced her dripping crack, she realised that she was in the mood. When his fingers connected with her clit, she shuddered. She was shocked. How could she be this aroused and not know? It was only a few seconds work for his deft fingers to push her the last tiny bit of the way into an orgasm that relegated the one she'd had just after Julian took her to being the second best of her life. Julian was surprised and delighted. What he had hoped for was that ire would slowly give way to pleasure. What had happened was that her clit had worked like a mute button! And then she came! She rarely came this soon after coming. And this had looked like a big one. He contined working on her cunt while considering what to do. Finger fucking Susan was really neat and certainly arousing, but it would take forever to get him ready again this way. Then he saw a possibility. No harm in trying. Susan felt Julian removing his hand from between her legs. Another hand felt its way along the front of her left thigh, and started working on her sex. The heat in her seat and that in her sex were of very different kinds, yet seemed to be working themselves into a kind of compound. He leaned across her for a moment. Only when the brush hit her right buttock did she realise that this had been to pick it up. That brush hurt!! She didn't manage to say anything, she was so surprised. Another blow connected, then Julian started moving around, still using his fingers on her sex. Oh those fingers!! He sure knew how to use those fingers. She hoped that the spanking was over, then, when the brush hit her left buttock, realised that he had been getting into a better spanking position. How to stop him? As the spanking went on she tried to decide what to say, what would be most effective She had to stop this! This must stop! Only not now, not right now. This technique worked real good! Susan ouched and owed and whimpered at the blows, but didn't speak or struggle. Then she came. Julian was thrilled. Three times in how long? Less than half an our, that's certain. She'd never done that before. He continued. When she came again, he was rather hot, but he wanted to see if he could get her to come once more. It didn't take long. He gave her three or four more blows, just to get her really hot. Susan was in pain, the worst pain she had known, and it kept getting worse. That was some vicious brush!! She wanted to tell Julian to stop, but whenever she tried, different phrases were competing for her voice, phrases like "Be nice and stop now, Julian," "Stop this right now or you'll regret it, you brute," and "Oh this feels so great." She was unable to speak. She wept and wished for the spanking to stop. Let it stop now, please please let it stop, oh let it stop. NO! It had stopped. Julian was withdrawing his left hand, and had stopped hitting her. Why oh why did he stop? She wanted to tell him to go on, but was as unable as she had been of telling him to stop. Oh no, what did he want to stop for? The answer was not long in coming. Julian found his second fuck as great as his first. Better, even. He new what to expect and could savour the feelings more. "Oh Susan! I love you so, I love you so much!" he said, believing it the appropriate thing to say in these situations. "Julian! Oh Julian my Julian my Julian," Susan answered. The best thing about this second fuck was that it lasted much longer. Julian only came after a long time of concentrated fucking. Julian got rid of the condom, then lay a while looking at the strap. He had seen this strap used often, though not as often as he had felt it. His parents were firm believers that kids who made trouble together should be punished together. They always took the youngest first, giving the oldest an extra punishment in the form of a preview. Julian, being second of four brothers, had often had to watch one or both of his younger brothers get part of what he himself had coming, knowing that he, being older, would get more. That would always make his dick shrivel up when it happened, but thinking about it afterwards always had the opposite effect. That such thoughts now only caused the slightest stirring feeling in his dick was proof that even when you're 17, even when you're a man on your lifetime pinnacle of sexual stamina, three shots in little more than an hour will take their toll. He picked up the strap. He tried to use it on Susan's blushing ass the way he had seen his dad use it. It took a few blows before he got the hang of it. Susan seemed to think them painful, but she did not react as did his brothers (Julian would had found it very difficult to describe what his own reactions to the strap looked like from the outside), and it did not sound right. Then he got it right. He hit Susan's ass with a very satisfactory SMACK, and she howled. He tried to repeat this success, and succeeded with respect to the sound. Susan, not taken by surprise this time, didn't howl, but yelled: "Julian!! Not like that!" "That's the way. I didn't know how to do it at first, that's all." Again she tried for dignity, this time very briefly. Then she yelled bloody murder and pulled on the scarf, making the bed shake and creak. Julian stopped and massaged her clit, which did shut her up, though not imidiately. What next? He could not finger her cunt and still have room to swing the strap. He settled for a rhythm of a few blows and then a moment of clunt stimulation. This kept her quiet. Didn't make her come, though. He started with two blows at a time, then went to three, then four. Susan started crying hard. Julian decided to try simply strapping, and it worked. Susan was crying her eyes out, but she didn't speak or struggle. Julian found the strap an incredible turn on. Using this instrument, which had given him such pain in the past and would cause him so much in the future, on somebody else was simply fantastic. Not long after Susan started bawling, he was quite hot, but this was simply too good to stop. It was great. Greater than fucking? No, but almost as good. He had better stop. He would be doing this again later today, to get it up again. He had got it up now, he was very hot, more blows were in a way a waste. He'd stop now, only one more. And one more. And then he just had to give her one more. When he finally stopped, he put on a condom and plunged straight in without preliminary. He had not fucked her long when Susan came. That was fantastic for Julian. He had made her come by fucking her! He had made her come with his hand countless times, but making her come with his dick, just by fucking her, that was the mark of a great lover. Julian liked being a great lover. The feeling as her cunt spasmed around his dick was also neat. Too bad it would make him come. But it didn't. He fucked to his hearts content, and it felt great, and he didn't come. He fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked. This was the meaning of life. This must be what life was all about. Life should always be like this. "Oh Julian, Julian," Susan said. Julian came up with a suitable answer for that one without overtaxing his intellect: "Oh Susan, Susan, Susan, Susan, Susan, Susan, Susan." Eventually he did come. He recognised the signs, familiar from their many petting sessions, that Susan needed to come. He gave her what little help was necessary. He got up and got rid of the condom. He had never felt so spent! He tried picturing his father working on his youngest brother with the strap. For the very first time ever, this provoked no response from his dick. He visualised Susan having her ass processed by her father with a doubled up belt. He was worried when he got the same lack of reaction. He had never been this far from being horny (except perhaps the day he had jerked off eight times just to prove that he could.) His dick was sore. His balls were aching ever so slightly. Going on offered no pleasure. Oh the sacrifices we make for the sake of science. He picked up the cane. "Now let's see if this is really as bad as my dad says." Oh goody! He was getting feint but unmistakable signals that the good ol' one-eyed trousersnake was not quite dead yet. Then, as he was lifting his arm for the first blow, Susan said: "Oh Julian! Are we really going to do this all day?" That's when it hit him. That's when he realised his mistake, his glaring oversight, the fatal flaw in his glorious scheme. "Oh no! Susan, I'm sorry," he said, his voice full of despair welling up from deep within his heart. "I'm so sorry! I only bought ten condoms!!" THE END