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Jeremy and Candy
There is something about being an abandoned child that resonates with us all. My characters are both foundlings.
Why is it erotic? Is it all about the loss of control? I don't think Jeremy and Candy will ever shove the old witch of an aunt in the oven and then go finish eating the snacks on her gingerbread house -- the grown ups will always have the ultimate control. Jeremy, just turned 18, walked Candy, also newly 18, back to the "The Fortress" and she snuck back onto the grounds and into the dormitory -- very risky. He walked all the way back home, feeling euphoric and thinking only of Candy -- he's even forgotten the knowing looks at the diner and the fact that he spent his last two dollars buying Candy a drink. He is still tingling from the memory of the blow job, and from Candy's kisses and the soft, spicy smell of green apples in the shampoo she uses. When he goes home, his aunt is waiting and she is livid. He isn't expecting anger -- she thinks he is out with his friends like usual, prowling around in packs the way boys do. He has no idea that the building super has complained to her again about "her little brat" and how he keeps letting the vestibule door slam and it makes flakes of paint jump from the moldings. He knows what those sharp claws digging into his wrist mean, though, it's only happened a thousand times since he moved in here. It means his jeans unceremoniously yanked down, dragging his shorts with it into a shameful puddle on the floor, and him yelping and squealing as he's jerked over her knee. And then her hand starts slapping his bare ass - HARD. When he was little, these sudden jerks across his auntie's knee and the hard spankings that followed would make him gulp and squeal and beg and squirm -- he was never really sure why she spanked so often, or why she was so angry all the time, and sometimes she would spank until he wet himself over her knee, which was humiliating. She would tell him he was a nasty little boy and spank him harder. Now he doesn't have the urge to wet -- he has a more mortifying problem in that his cock is rising and swelling and it's too late to stop it. Only when he is bawling and snivelling and crying does his aunt let him stand up and then he puts his hands on his head and waits, face burning red with shame, his cock standing at half mast and twitching, seeking warmth. Get your ass upstairs to bed" she says, and he jerks up his jeans over his burning bottom and runs upstairs in tears. He throws himself on the bed and sobs and one hand goes down his still-undone pants and finds his still-hard cock and he clutches it for comfort. His thoughts immediately go back to Candy and her soft, soft pussy, and then he's stroking it, and thinking of Candy under him with her legs open and inviting. His heart swells with love love love -- he adores Candy. She is the only thing, the only person, that makes him feel good. Really, really, really good. He takes her last letter out and reads it again, especially the words, "I love you Jeremy" over and over. It makes tears burn his eyes and he blinks them back. The ink has run in a spot, as if Candy was crying herself when she wrote it. But how could that be? He is confused by the letter, in that it mentions this school dance where they throw together the boys from the Gilman school with the girls from Candy's school. He doesn't like the idea of that AT ALL. And Candy doesn't sound like she likes it either, from the note. She says repeatedly that she loves him, Jeremy, and that is soothing and that feels good. But still...! The thought of other guys circling around his girl, trying to touch HIS GIRL, trying to get her alone and press up and kiss her...try to get their hands up her skirt to feel that soft pussy that Jeremy thinks belongs to HIM and him alone -- it fills him with a surging, blinding rage. There's nothing he can do about it, though, and his hand gropes, frustrated, for his cock, which has responded to the heat of the anger thinking there might be something in that heat worth jacking off for. He strokes, and sweeter thoughts of Candy return. Candy under him at the carnival -- BEGGING FOR IT -- ! and oohhhhhh that feeling of thrusting it right up inside her in that soft soft warm wet place and her whispering "ohhhhh Jeremy...ohhhh Jeremy!" like she liked it.. Oh, that's nice. That is very very very nice....unnnnnnnnnggghhhhhh unnnggghhhhhhhhhhhhh...ohhhh Candy....I love you Candy. He's still twitching and squirting spunk into his hand when his aunt comes back in, eyes flashing and her hairbrush in her hand, and Jeremy goes back over her knee for a good hard spanking with the hairbrush until he is howling and his bare ass is very red and sore. This time when his aunt jerks him to his feet, she says "get dressed for bed" so he has to undress and put on his pajamas in front of her. He gets into bed, hating her, and sobs and sucks on his thumb until he falls asleep. Jeremy's Aunt always stood him up in front of her with his pants still down. She would continue the scolding that she had delivered, looking him up and down. A peculiarity of Jeremy's, from his first spankings at the age of six, is that he would stiffen during and sometimes even before being dragged squealing over his Aunt's broad lap, wriggling and kicking, the picture of Fallen Eros over her heavy thighs. Sometimes, especially in Summer when his Aunt wore shorts, his erection would be painfully hard; more often his wand would be 3/4 hard...but whatever his state, you can be sure that his Aunt took full advantage to view it! She would then, yes, dismiss him to his room, and, yes, he would run up the stairs crying and yanking up his pants and throw himself on his bed when he got old enough clutch himself for comfort, the bedsprings loud while all unknown to him his Aunt has her greedy ear to the bedroom door. Jeremy, who was an orphan, was spanked well into his teens by this formidable Aunt of his, who never let him forget how much of a burden he was on her. He had to make do on the tiny allowance she grudgingly gave him and couldn’t afford all the treats –movies, shopping sprees at the mall--that his high school classmates took for granted. Many of them had their own cars. Jeremy walked to school. These deprivations worked on Jeremy and he began to cultivate a “tough” image, wearing the same patched jeans and army-navy jackets, speaking in monosyllables and getting into the occasional fistfight, which he invariably won, as he was lean and trim and quick on his feet. Altogether he was NOT the sort of boy who could be expected to attract the eye of a girl like Candy, who attended the snobby private school for girls that the townies called the Fortress. And yet…he had done just that. And he had even managed to bed her, too, with the help of an older pal with a convenient apartment. And the proof of it were these amazing letters, ones he kept next to his heart in their creased up envelopes with heart decals, taking them out and reading them over and over whenever he could, lingering over the girlish handwriting, forming the tender words with his lips…. Dear Jeremy -- I have to be very careful that my Daddy doesn't catch me writing this to you. I have to keep you a secret, Jeremy. If my Daddy found out, he would be very angry. He won't let me go out or date or do anything fun. And if he knew what I did with you...! or if he found out I had a real, actual boyfriend, he would kill me. There are eyes everywhere here. Teachers watching, older girls watching younger girls to make sure nobody is alone for even a second. I'm not sure it's safe using the fountain any more -- I think this hateful girl from the fourth form saw me over there and she makes me nervous. There's another place where you could leave a letter -- the downspout on the building behind the horse stables. It's right near the end where my horse's stall is, and if they leave both doors open I can disappear for two seconds out the back to check before anybody misses me. I do hope you have a delivery here sometime soon so you at least get this! And no I can't bring the fluffy earmuffs every time, they go with a particular outfit. Candy Dear Jeremy -- I am trying to write this during class so I can hide it for you to find before this afternoon. Girls are always going out to visit their horses, it is one of the very few things nobody pays any attention to. And I am the only one with a stall in the back. I don't think anybody else even goes out behind the building where the secret hiding place is (shhh don't tell When I was sitting on your lap in the park, I wanted you so much, Jeremy. Just kissing you and feeling how hard you were in your jeans. I just wanted to rub myself up against it. And I couldn't believe you put your hand up my skirt and got your finger inside me. Especially after seeing your friends -- don't you worry about people seeing?? It felt really good though, Jeremy. Really good like...that...does. I feel like you're really my boyfriend when we do that. I want to do things you like. When can we do that again? Your Candy (I will let you lick me)Dear Jeremy -- I was beginning to despair of ever hearing from you again Lauren told me it was over, I would probably never see you again and if I did, you would avoid me so you wouldn't have to talk to me or admit you even knew me. I cried myself to sleep last night thinking that was true. I realized I don't even know where you live or your phone number or ANYTHING. It is so hard not being able to see you all the time. I always wonder what you are doing and thinking. Getting your letters makes my day What you sent back to me was very sticky -- ! What does your friend Joey think we are doing at his apartment? Does he know about what we do? You didn't tell him, did you Jeremy? I wish you could come to the dance, but don't worry if you can't -- I won't dance with anybody. I only want to dance with you. My Daddy bought me a green velvet dress in Venice that I am going to wear. Lauren says the velvet bodice (my bosom as you would say will make everybody want to touch it, but I think she's just jealous because her father never brings her things. When am I going to see you again, Jeremy? I feel like I'm going to die if it isn't soon Your Candy How could this treasure have fallen into his eager hands? True, he was pretty, and he was ardent, and he was artistic (he loved to draw her naked in Joey’s place, posing her in ways that made her blush to remember). But the two had something in common that may well have played a role in their mutual attraction. Like Jeremy, Candy was spanked. Hard. And often.
Candy's Painful Weekend at Home with Daddy
At school, Candy was spanked by the Headmistress. At home it was her stern, demanding Daddy (Candy never knew her Mother, who died when her daughter was an infant). Candy’s Daddy likes to dress her in soft materials and skirts that are too short when she sits down. He makes her spend a lot of time bent over things with her skirt up and her panties showing. Over the dining room table like that, while he sorts through his mail (which always seemed to take forever). Over the end of the couch, when he said "wiggle" and when she didn't comply immediately (her face grew very hot and red at what she thoughthe meant), he said, in a very stern and Do Not Disobey Me voice, "You Know What I Mean," so Candy started to rub her clit against the edge of the couch. Which she thought was fine, what he wanted, until she felt a VERY hard slap across her bottom and heard, "Panties down" and felt her panties yank down off her ass. Then her face really burned, and so did her ass, twenty or thirty hard slaps with her Daddy telling her to "Get your ass in the air," so it wasn't until after he stopped that she started to rub her clit against the edge of the couch again, miserably, crying hard. When she heard, "Spread your legs, young lady," she obeyed, blindly, humiliated. Candy always knew when she was going to "get it. " Daddy doesn't say much before he paddles-- just takes a wooden spoon from the pantry, drags her to a barstool, turns Candy over his knee, and starts spanking her hard. Right away the spoon makes Candy bleat and bawl over his knee, crying her hardest. "Go sit in the corner," Daddy says, and Candy goes, in tears, for this hated punishment, which always stung so bad when you sat down. She sits -- when she doesn't raise herself off the stool with her hands for a few brief seconds -- and faces the corner, and sobs. She'd been rubbing over Daddy's knee but not with relief, and her clit is bathed in that slimy cream between her legs which makes her squirm and squirm -- and her ass is stinging, stinging! She eats dinner with her Daddy, without much appetite. She wants him to send her to bed, but he doesn't. He tells her to "sit on the couch and be quiet," which she tries to do. Her skirt slides up and she can't stop it, and she knows she is showing her panties because she is warned three humiliating times before her Daddy tells her to "Come Here," and she goes back over his knee bare assed for a hard spanking, his hand slapping her ass over and over, long after she is in tears. She wiggles over his knee miserably, not able to help it...! she can't help it...! and she feels her pussy get creamy and wet again. "You. SMACK Little. SLAP Slut." "Spread your legs, dammit!" "You. SLAP Little. SLAP Slut." SPANK "You SPANK Little SLAP Slut " SPANK S "You. SMACK Little. SMACK Slut." SLAP
Candy squirms and cries. She has been trying not to think about Jeremy, but now she wants him, and his endlessly stiff boner, Right Up There. She squeals and grunts like a piglet across her Daddy's knee, rubbing rubbing rubbing and then "unnnnnnnnnnnngg unnnggggggh" and she doesn't see the smile on her Daddy's face because he does send her to bed after that. In the morning she has to bend over the table and pull up her nightie -- a long white cotton thing with a ruffle on the bottom her Daddy likes her to wear. He likes the tiny white lacy g-string panties that match it -- they go up her ass and are very uncomfortable, but he sets down his coffee cup on her back -- right where her white nightgown is bunched up, and Candy doesn't dare move and spill it. She can only relax and shift when he picks up the cup to drink. Then she feels a sharp slap on her ass -- "Get dressed, we're going shopping." " What color, Daddy? " she remembers to ask, and he says "Blue," so she goes to put on a blue dress. It comes to her knees and flares a little. She remembers the panties that go with this dress; they're silky and blue too, with little-girl ruffles on the edges. She comes to stand in front of him. He turns to her, impatiently, and reaches up her dress to yank her panties down to her knees. She knows a lecture is about to follow and she waits, face pinkening.
"We are not shopping for you today," her father says. "You're going to come along, and you're going to be a good little girl, is that understood? Or you're going to have some long time outs with your panties down, is THAT understood?" Candy nods and says "yes" in a small voice. "Do you need a reminder?" "No Daddy I'll be a good girl. " "You need aTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
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