Missy Likes It – Chapter 02 of 05

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Missy actually slept until almost noon, and she didn’t come downstairs until almost one. She was wearing a light blue pair of “pajama jeans” that made it very difficult not to notice that she had a VERY enticing ass to match her cute face and sparkling eyes.

I offered her some steak and eggs and she bantered back, “With or without a shot of whiskey?” Then she laughed. She had an almost musical laugh. If I weren’t basically doing therapy with her, I would definitely be trying to do her. Well, maybe when we have other things sorted out, we might sort that out, too, but I had promised to help her and taking her to bed at this point wouldn’t be helping her.

After lunch I suggested that we sit out on the back deck. Again, if I wasn’t trying to keep my distance, I would have suggested the hot tub located there. But for now, that would not be a good idea. The blue pajama jeans were bad enough. A bikini – or less – in a hot tub would probably be more than I could resist.

After we were settled in with a glass of wine for her and a dark ale for me, she asked, “Where was I?”

“You were eight years old and getting hot and squishy with David.”

“Ah yes,” she responded.

“Mom never did spank me again. David did quite a bit, and after I got older Dad did occasionally, but that is jumping way ahead in the story. The next time that I really got hot and squishy was when we had a weekend slumber party over at Chrissy’s.”

“Her parents had a lot of land – almost an estate, and there was an apartment over the garage. I think it was originally supposed to be for a chauffeur, but Chrissy’s parents had converted it into a private play area for her. There were two small bedrooms up there and a large open area with a small kitchen on one wall.”

“Chrissy invited the gang over for a weekend slumber party. It was the beginning of our seventh grade year together, and since we were teenagers – or almost teenagers – Chrissy’s parents decided that we could spend the weekend basically unchaperoned. It was a standard stay up all night, talk about boys, and watch monster movies kind of weekend, except it wasn’t all monster movies.”

“One of the movies was ‘Captive Princess.’ It was a romance about a princess who is captured by pirates and falls in love with the captain of the pirates and sails off into the sunset with him. When the movie was over, one of the girls said that she would like to be captured by pirates. Chrissy said that was dumb and that she wouldn’t like it because it wouldn’t be the way it was in the movie. Real pirates wouldn’t have treated the princess like that. They would have turned her into a naked slave who had to do everything that everyone commanded her and if she didn’t they would beat her.”

“Several of the girls said ‘Ewww,’ and one added ‘That would be terrible. I wouldn’t like that.”

“‘Missy would like it,’ purred Chrissy and looked directly into my eyes. ‘She likes being naked and she likes having her ass beaten. Don’t you Missy?'”

“Everyone was looking at me as Chrissy went on. ‘Missy likes it, don’t you, Missy?'”

“She laughed and said to me, ‘I bet that if I told you to strip down and come over here and lay across my lap you would do it, wouldn’t you, Missy? Because Missy likes it, don’t you, Missy?'”

“I shook my head and said, ‘No.’ But as Chrissy continued to stare at me and held up her hand and beckoned me forward with her finger, I found myself walking directly over to her.”

“‘Missy likes it, don’t you, Missy?'”

“Again I said ‘No,’ but at the same time I was slipping down my pants and underwear and pulling my blouse up over my head until I was standing before her totally naked.”

“‘Missy likes it, don’t you, Missy?'”

“‘No, I don’t. I don’t. I don’t.’ I whined, but as I was saying that I was laying myself down over Chrissy’s lap.”

“Chrissy rubbed my butt and softly tapped it with her hand. ‘Ask for it, Missy. Tell me that you like it and ask for it or I won’t give it to you.”

“The other girls were staring at me. I could feel myself turning red all over in shame, but I so much wanted Chrissy to spank me and make me feel warm. But she didn’t spank me. She just kept slapping me very lightly with the flat of her hand.”

“‘Ask for it… You have to ask for it or you don’t get it.'”

“‘Spank me,’ I whispered.

“‘You’re still missing something,’ taunted Chrissy.

“‘Spank me, please,’ I moaned.”

“‘Still something missing.’ she said”

“‘Spank me, please, Mistress.'” I hissed.

“‘That’s nice, but not what I was looking for.’ she said sarcastically, and then added sternly, ‘You didn’t tell me that you like it.'”

“‘Spank me, please, Mistress. Missy likes it… Missy likes it… Missy needs it.’ I was crying and writhing on her lap.”

“SLAP! ‘Say you like it.'”

“SLAP! ‘Say you like it or I stop.'”

“SLAP! ‘Let’s hear you tell everybody that Missy likes it.'”

“I finally said, ‘Missy likes it.’ and Chrissy really slammed her hand onto my ass.”

“I kept getting louder and louder and Chrissy kept hitting harder and harder. ‘Missy likes it.’ SLAP! ‘Missy likes it.’ SLAP! ‘Missy likes it.’ SLAP! ‘Missy likes it.’ SLAP! ‘Missy likes it.’ SLAP!”

“I don’t know how long this went on but suddenly it was like a volcano erupted inside of me. The heat and squishiness seemed to flow all through my body and then suddenly flow out of me from between my legs. I thought I had peed myself because I was suddenly so wet between my legs.”

“I had no idea what was really happening, but it had to have been my very first orgasm. I didn’t even know what an orgasm was then, but I knew that Missy REALLY liked it. It wasn’t at all sexual, in the grown-up sense of sexual, but it was truly an orgasm. I had an orgasm purely from the pain and humiliation of laying naked over Chrissy’s lap for a spanking and having to say in front of all my friends that I liked having my ass spanked.”

“After I stopped shaking, Chrissy dumped me off her lap onto the floor and said, ‘Well there isn’t any doubt that Missy here is a little naked slave girl, is there?'”

“All of the girls said something like, ‘I guess not,’ and Chrissy asked, ‘So, what should we have our little naked slave do for us?'”

“Mary, one of the girls, said, ‘We were supposed to bring pop and snacks over from the house, but we forgot. Maybe we should send Missy over to the house to get them.'”

“‘But I’m naked!’ I exclaimed.”

“‘Well, duh!’ responded Mary. ‘Isn’t a naked slave supposed to be naked?'”

“Despite my protests, they took me downstairs into the garage area and pushed me out the side door. It was still twilight and my naked body was clearly visible to anyone who was watching. Luckily for me, we were quite a ways back from the street, so the only ones who might be able to see me were Chrissy’s parents and her older brother and sister. I ran across the driveway and up the sidewalk to the side entrance to the house. Chrissy’s mom had said that she would leave that door open if we needed anything.”

“I slipped in really quietly and crept up to the kitchen. The small cooler that we were supposed to have brought pop out to the garage with was still sitting on the counter empty. A heavy duty plastic bag that looked like a loosely woven basket sat next to it full of chips, cookies and other snacks. I tiptoed across the room and opened the refrigerator. Several rows of pop cans lined the bottom shelf and I started filling the cooler.”

“Suddenly a woman’s voice from the living room said, ‘Chrissy, is that you?'”

“I answered, ‘No, Mrs. Curie. It’s me, Missy.'”

“‘Come in here,’ she called out, and I froze. How could I explain the fact that I was naked?”

“‘Do I have to?’ I asked”.

“‘You most certainly do!’ she answered.”

“She sounded a little bit angry, so I scampered into the living room. She wasn’t alone. She and Chrissy’s older brother, Darren, were sitting on the couch. Her older sister, Sharon, and her dad were sitting on straight-backed chairs in the middle of the room facing them. Sharon and Chrissy’s dad looked embarrassed to see me, even though I was the naked one.”

“‘WHY are you naked?’ demanded Mrs. Curie. ‘Tell me the truth – all of it.'”

“‘We were watching Captive Princess,’ I explained. ‘Chrissy said that the pirates would have made a naked slave out of the princess, and then the girls decided that I should be their naked slave and sent me into the house to get the pop and snacks.'”

“Mrs Curie turned her finger in a circle indicating that I should turn around. I did and she said, ‘It looks like the pirates have punished their naked slave, haven’t they?'”

“I turned red and looked down at the carpet.”

“‘I asked you a question. Answer it!’ demanded Chrissy’s mom. She continued in a very loud and commanding voice, ‘Your ass is all red. Did the pirates spank their naked slave or not?'”

“‘Yes, Mrs. Curie. They spanked me.’ I answered in a quivering voice.”

“‘Did you like it?'”

“My eyes were totally wide and my mouth was open. I stammered for a moment or two, and then she repeated herself. ‘Did you like it?'”

“I hung my head and answered softly, ‘Missy liked it.'”

“‘So, now you are truly their naked slave, aren’t you?'”

“‘Yes,’ I answered meekly.”

“‘But you aren’t naked, are you?'”

“My head flew up and I sputtered, ‘What do you mean?'”

“‘You aren’t naked.