Author's Pen Name: Freelance Fan E-Mail Address: dherder@worldnet.att.net Title of Story: Wicked Wanda and the Strap Suggested Category: Spanking Abbreviated Key Words: None - - - - - Wicked Wanda and the Strap Wanda was one of my mother’s friends, and she’d been staying with us for almost two weeks while waiting to move into a new house. She was a youthful 32-years-old, with short blonde hair and fiery eyes. She trained horses professionally, so her body was tanned and tight – and her muscles were well developed. She had very firm breasts and long legs, which she’d show off late at night walking around the house in her cotton nightshirt. As any normal 16-year-old boy would, I fantasized about Wanda almost every night. It wasn’t difficult to imagine my hands caressing her perky, little nipples or my face buried between her legs. What I couldn’t imagine was Wanda’s fiery temper. There I was standing in the shower, leaning against one of the marble walls. The hot water felt good on my sore muscles. I was exhausted after a long morning of landscaping maintenance followed by a few hours of soccer practice. I was angry, too. Wanda had met me at the front door with an intensity I had not seen before. "You promised you’d drive me to my hair appointment this afternoon!" she reminded me. "I’m sorry, but I forgot," was my only reply. I hoped that she would drop the whole mess. "You know – you’re one of the most inconsiderate people I’ve ever met . . ." she retorted. That’s when my sarcasm kicked in – I use it as a defense mechanism. "Then I think you’d better get out more often . . ." I said abruptly as I started to walk down the hallway toward my bedroom. She marched down the hallway behind me, continuing her barrage of words. "If I were your mother, I’d give you the spanking you deserve . . ." she bellowed. "Well, you’re not my mother, so get off my case!" I stepped into the bathroom and shut the door. I heard Wanda’s footsteps fade as she walked back down the hallway. That’s when I took off my clothes and stepped into the shower. This scene played over and over in my mind as the hot water washed the dirt off my aching body. For all of my 17 years, I’d been reared under a disciplinarian mother. I did not need or want someone else stepping into that position. When I felt energized again, I stepped out of the shower and dried off. I put the towel around my waist, left my dirty clothes in a pile on the bathroom floor, and headed for my bedroom – which was the next room down the hallway. Wanda was waiting for me in my bedroom, holding a leather belt. "I don’t appreciate being talked to that way. I’ve called your mother, and she’s given me permission to spank you . . ." I just stood there, speechless – holding firmly to the towel around my waist. I knew by the look on Wanda’s face that she had indeed called my mother, and I knew my mother well enough to believe that she’d given Wanda permission to spank me. "You can choose to do this the easy way," she broke the silence, "or you can choose to do this the hard way . . ." "What’s the easy way?" I asked, hoping that meant the spanking would be over sooner. "Bend over and put your hands there on the bed," she pointed. "And the hard way?" "That’s where I bend you over the bed myself . . ." she paused for only a few seconds. "Well, what’s it going to be?" I hesitated, knowing that my mother would probably discipline me when she got home if I didn’t submit to Wanda’s discipline now. Besides, this could be interesting with me wearing only a towel. I slowly bent over and put my hands exactly where she’d pointed with the belt. Fortunately, I’d secured the towel around my waist before I left the bathroom. "This will just be getting in the way!" she said as she yanked the towel from my waist and dropped it to the floor. My face flushed with embarrassment. "You need to be embarrassed after behavior like that!" she scolded me, then placed her hand on my back. "Don’t you dare move!" she demanded. "Do you understand, David?" Again I hesitated – this time out of sheer embarrassment. WHACK! I felt the first crack of the belt across my bare ass. "Owwwwwww!" I cried. The leather stung my flesh, and I actually felt the huge red welt rising across my ass. Before I could regain my senses, Wanda struck me again. WHACK! The second blow was harder than the first. "I’m sorry . . . please . . ." I winced. "I don’t deserve to be talked to like that . . ." she ignored my pleas and continued to lecture me. I glanced over my shoulder to see her raising the belt again. WHACK! My knees buckled from the force of the blow, and I collapsed on the bed. Instinctively, I reached back with both hands and rubbed my blistered bottom. "We’re not quite through yet," she said in a very determined tone. "Get back on your feet and bend over again!" I struggled to stand up. Wanda spun me around until I was bent over again, then proceeded to scold me for other crimes I had committed that day. "When you tell me that you’ll be here . . ." WHACK! Her sentences were getting lost in my pain. I heard the crrraackkk of the belt across my bare behind, and felt the intense sting of the leather. I wanted to cry, but the tears wouldn’t come. WHACK! I yelped from the pain. "Am I getting through to you?" she asked. She paused, and I thought surely that the punishment was over. I felt the palm of her hand stroking my burning behind, obviously inspecting the welts that she’d created. I glanced down between my legs. The last couple straps of the belt had obviously excited me, because my cock was protruding straight out. "Looks like I am getting through to you," she said, grasping my erection and gently stroking it with her left hand. I realized then that she was not examining the stripes on my ass, but she kept me bent over the bed in the same position. "I . . . I didn’t . . . think . . ." I stammered. "We have one more issue to take care of . . ." she interrupted, while continuing to pull back and forth on the shaft of my hard cock. "The way you look at me . . . is sexually degrading!" I didn’t want her to stop stroking me, but I did want to get to the end of this conversation. The pressure between my legs was building rapidly. "What are you talking about?" I asked reluctantly. "Don’t you think I’ve noticed how you look at me?" The images of her pacing the hallways and lying on the couch watching the television in the skimpy nightshirt, and running out to the pool in her very revealing two-piece bathing suite flooded my memory. I wanted so badly to stand up and make her work me up until I came all over the bedspread, but she would not let me move. My balls began to ache. "I think you kinda like this," she paused, then stopped stroking my cock altogether. "No, please . . . don’t stop!" I grimaced. "I’m going to give you five more swats . . ." "Not with the belt!" I pleaded. "No . . . with my hand!" Then she thought for a moment. ". . . but I want you to count these last five – understand?" I hesitated. "David, do you understand?" Again, she spoke with a very determined tone. "Yes!" Once she was satisfied with my answer, Wanda put her left hand on my back and rubbed my bare ass with her right hand. "This time, David," she commanded, "I want you to bend all the way over onto the bed . . . put your face into the mattress!" I obeyed. "Very good!" she said, still massaging my ass with her right hand. "Now I want you to spread your legs apart!" I spread my feet. "A little further!" she was beginning to get impatient. I widened my stance even more. "You’re not cooperating!" she thundered. Wanda then leaned in behind me, forced her hand between my thighs and pulled them apart. The way she had me bent over the bed with my legs spread wide gave me a sense of humiliation. She returned to massaging my bottom for just a few seconds more. "Don’t forget to count!" she said as she raised her hand and brought it down with a firm SMACK on my ass. "One," I yelped. "Good boy!" Wanda sang. I felt her left hand move from my back around to my stomach, then down between my legs. "I think you like being spanked." She gripped the shaft of my cock and once again started to stroke back and forth. Then I felt the second SMACK on my ass. "Two," I gasped, feeling the sharp sting of her hand. "Do you like that. David?" she asked, caressing the head of my cock with her fingers. I couldn’t tell if she meant the spanking or the erection, but it really didn’t matter. I moaned unintelligibly. She gave me the third SMACK. "Three," I cried. Now the tears were beginning to fall. "You have a very red ass . . ." she whispered, ". . . and a very hard cock!" Wanda put her right hand between my legs and fondled my aching testicles while she stroked my cock with her left hand. I nearly jumped through the roof. "Tell me, David, do you think about me when you jerk off at night?" "Yeah!" I moaned. She gave me the fourth SMACK. It seemed much harder than the first three. I felt all the strength drain from my legs. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I was crying out loud now. "F-f-f-four," I sobbed. "I’m going to give you the last swat," she said, "but I want you to stay exactly where you are!" Wanda raised her hand and delivered the fifth and final SMACK to my already blistered ass. I wanted to collapse on the bed, but she held me in place. She stroked my cock a little faster. She pumped the shaft with determined efficiency. Tears were streaming down my face, and I wanted to cum. Suddenly, I felt her finger massaging my anus. She slowly pushed her finger into my anal opening, and I felt her finger probe inside me from behind as she pumped the shaft of my cock. The electricity pulsed through my body. "Will you cum for me, David?" she urged. I didn’t need much more encouragement. My cock exploded, spewing semen all over her hand and all over the bedspread. That’s when I collapsed on the bed, completely exhausted.