Part 1
This particular night started in one of the local clubs right near campus. Like all the clubs close to OSU it was small and dark with everyone packed tightly into it. It smelled of sweat, beer, and cigarettes, in that order. The music was turned up so loud the songs were unrecognizable; they become solely “the beat.” I don’t remember what the club was called then, it’s been a few years and it’s changed its name a dozen times or so since then.
Dee and I were both too young to buy alcohol, but that didn’t stop the guys from giving it to us. They weren’t even deterred by the fact that we had no interest whatsoever in dancing with them, only with each other.
I was shorter than her, like I’m shorter than everyone I meet, so it was no trouble to accidentally plant my face into her chest. My lips found her nipple through her t-shirt and gave it a quick suck. There was a loud howl of approval from a nearby guy, I don’t know if he saw me or was cheering for something else.
Dee grabbed me by my short red hair and pulled me away from my fun. She moved my ear to her lips and snarled, “That was bad. Very bad.”
To be over the music I replied rather loudly, and was heard by a number of the revelers around us to say, “I guess I need punished, then.”
I like to think she said, “Yes, you do,” but I couldn’t hear it. Still holding my hair she suddenly started dragging me towards the bar. She had to force our way past some people, but once they turned around and saw us they stood aside. Shocked to see us and curious to see more, the eyes of everyone we passed stayed riveted on us.
She moved up next to the biggest guy at the bar, football player material for sure, and told him, “We need this space.” He eyed her over his shoulder incredulously but when he saw me, my hair being pulled and my lip being bit, he backed away. I didn’t even bother trying to read his expression at that point. I didn’t care.
Dee placed me facing the bar then grabbed my wrists and put my hands to its edge. “Hold on,” she growled in my ear. She pulled her hand far back. I heard another cheer or two. Then she slapped my ass. Hard. Harder than I thought she would, guess she was drunker than she thought. I loved it. I looked back at her and saw by her expression that she hadn’t meant to hit me that hard. Yep, drunker than she thought she was. I couldn’t show my pain to her yet, she wasn’t ready for it, so I smiled broadly and hissed a “Yes” through the cheering.
She smacked my ass five more times, each time accompanied by more cheering. Only the closest people, Dee included, could hear my pleasured gasps. She moved her lips to my ear and asked, “Are you clean yet?”
“Hell, no,” I replied with my most devilish grin while I arched my back for more. Her fingers slid down my spine and I felt them find their way inside the back of pants. With a quick tug she pulled my pants down below my ass. Cheers erupted, of course. This time with each lovely, and progressively harder, slap I let loose a progressively louder “Yes!”
Four was all I got before she yanked my pants back up and then dragged me out of the club by my forearm. The cooler outside air of High Street washed over us and I got a quick little show watching her nipples harden.
“You really loved that?” She said it with a questioning lilt but it was more of a surprised statement.
I met her eyes. “Oh, yes.”
She smiled, then bit her lip.
“What?” I asked. “What are you thinking?”
She hugged me close and whispered in my ear, “I want… I was thinking, imagining really, pulling your shirt up and tying your wrists together behind your back. Then leading you to your dorm like that and....” She kept hugging me but pulled back slightly so she could see my expression.
“OK,” I replied.
“What?”
“OK,” I said again. Then I smiled, “I like the idea.” I pulled out of the hug and raised my arms straight up.
She just stood there blinking at me for a moment. I started to worry that I’d gone too far, I have found that I’m a tad freakier than most people. Finally she reached forward and pulled my shirt up and off. My bra was plain and black, and looked more like a bikini until examined closely. (If I’d known I was going to be showing my breasts off I certainly wouldn’t have been wearing a minimizing color.) I turned around and put my hands behind my back. Passers by were stopping to watch as she tied my wrists together.
“This is what I’d been missing,” I muttered.
“What?” she asked.
I smiled, bit my lip, then laughed softly. “I’m yours,” I said.
To be continued
Dee and I were both too young to buy alcohol, but that didn’t stop the guys from giving it to us. They weren’t even deterred by the fact that we had no interest whatsoever in dancing with them, only with each other.
I was shorter than her, like I’m shorter than everyone I meet, so it was no trouble to accidentally plant my face into her chest. My lips found her nipple through her t-shirt and gave it a quick suck. There was a loud howl of approval from a nearby guy, I don’t know if he saw me or was cheering for something else.
Dee grabbed me by my short red hair and pulled me away from my fun. She moved my ear to her lips and snarled, “That was bad. Very bad.”
To be over the music I replied rather loudly, and was heard by a number of the revelers around us to say, “I guess I need punished, then.”
I like to think she said, “Yes, you do,” but I couldn’t hear it. Still holding my hair she suddenly started dragging me towards the bar. She had to force our way past some people, but once they turned around and saw us they stood aside. Shocked to see us and curious to see more, the eyes of everyone we passed stayed riveted on us.
She moved up next to the biggest guy at the bar, football player material for sure, and told him, “We need this space.” He eyed her over his shoulder incredulously but when he saw me, my hair being pulled and my lip being bit, he backed away. I didn’t even bother trying to read his expression at that point. I didn’t care.
Dee placed me facing the bar then grabbed my wrists and put my hands to its edge. “Hold on,” she growled in my ear. She pulled her hand far back. I heard another cheer or two. Then she slapped my ass. Hard. Harder than I thought she would, guess she was drunker than she thought. I loved it. I looked back at her and saw by her expression that she hadn’t meant to hit me that hard. Yep, drunker than she thought she was. I couldn’t show my pain to her yet, she wasn’t ready for it, so I smiled broadly and hissed a “Yes” through the cheering.
She smacked my ass five more times, each time accompanied by more cheering. Only the closest people, Dee included, could hear my pleasured gasps. She moved her lips to my ear and asked, “Are you clean yet?”
“Hell, no,” I replied with my most devilish grin while I arched my back for more. Her fingers slid down my spine and I felt them find their way inside the back of pants. With a quick tug she pulled my pants down below my ass. Cheers erupted, of course. This time with each lovely, and progressively harder, slap I let loose a progressively louder “Yes!”
Four was all I got before she yanked my pants back up and then dragged me out of the club by my forearm. The cooler outside air of High Street washed over us and I got a quick little show watching her nipples harden.
“You really loved that?” She said it with a questioning lilt but it was more of a surprised statement.
I met her eyes. “Oh, yes.”
She smiled, then bit her lip.
“What?” I asked. “What are you thinking?”
She hugged me close and whispered in my ear, “I want… I was thinking, imagining really, pulling your shirt up and tying your wrists together behind your back. Then leading you to your dorm like that and....” She kept hugging me but pulled back slightly so she could see my expression.
“OK,” I replied.
“What?”
“OK,” I said again. Then I smiled, “I like the idea.” I pulled out of the hug and raised my arms straight up.
She just stood there blinking at me for a moment. I started to worry that I’d gone too far, I have found that I’m a tad freakier than most people. Finally she reached forward and pulled my shirt up and off. My bra was plain and black, and looked more like a bikini until examined closely. (If I’d known I was going to be showing my breasts off I certainly wouldn’t have been wearing a minimizing color.) I turned around and put my hands behind my back. Passers by were stopping to watch as she tied my wrists together.
“This is what I’d been missing,” I muttered.
“What?” she asked.
I smiled, bit my lip, then laughed softly. “I’m yours,” I said.
To be continued