{...2 ...4... 5...} "Five hundrget unt fohghty-five!... Haaaaaah! Haaaaah! Haaaah! Haaah! Haah! Hah!" (oh! good! I didn't miss Beet Street) "Mohg, Countessss???" "Ov cohgsse, Boris!" The huge hand lands again with full force on the crimson mounds. "Five hundrget unt fohghty-six!... Haaaaaah! Haaaaah! Haaaah! Haaah! Haah! Hah!" "Mohg, Countessss???" "Ov cohgsse...!" "Oh! oh! Countess, Countess... here comes Big Bird again!" "Thank you for warning me, Tapioca Puden, dahgling! now run along, dear!" (yeah, run along, Tapioca ... maybe slow down a little bit so he can catch you ... that's a good girl ... wow! now, this I gotta see ... nope! got away again ... if he catches you ...) "Oh! dear! Oh! Boris, don't be so jealous! You know you're bigger than that and I love you much more than Big Bird..." "We interrupt to this program to bring you a word from our sponsors. We will return to Beet Street in just a few moments, so please don't go away... " { ...7...9} is the third episode of As the Paddle Lands brought to you by the makers of Brighter Than Blazes. Ladies... ( why didn't they call it "As the Belt Burns"? hah! ha! ha! I wonder... ) and now... *** fanfare *** .... ladies and gentlemen, the third episode of As the Paddle Lands brought to you by Brighter Than Blazes, the only detergent that won't let your undies down. Ladies, have you dressed in your best schoolgirl costume eagerly awaiting your next caning, only to have your Headmaster reject you because your undies are not blazingly white? Don't risk humiliation! Don't settle for greyed out whites! Use Brighter Than Blazes! Today! *** louder fanfare and full screen logo     AS THE PADDLE LANDS        Episode 3           in crimson block letters on a blazing white background *** Episode 2 - DRIVE Dr. Charlene P. Lott drove steadily through the light evening rain, her mind playing and replaying the impact of her hairbrush on Rod Burns' cheeks. She was jolted out of her reveries by a stop sign that came upon her path earlier and a bit more suddenly than she expected. The car had skidded on the wet pavement well into the intersection before she brought it to a stop. Unhappy with her lack of atttention and relieved that the streets were empty, she unclenched her hands from the steering wheel and put the car in motion again. It was then that she became aware of the tightness in her pectoral muscles, particularly her right one... (talk about tight pects!... well, hell, Albert's session was only three nights ago, it's a wonder I was able to come up to that level at all... ). Vivid images of their fun flashed through her mind and a very broad grin spread through her face as she remembered Albert repeatedly turning right and left almost as if wagging his rear at her but very effectively presenting one cheek at a time to the very tip of her paddle so she would not need to shift her stance almost at all. For many, many strokes she had paddled him like that, at the limit of her strength until her arms felt hollow, week, exhausted. And he would have gladly taken more with a wide and almost childish grin of exhilaration if she had been able to give them. What sweet memories... Between glimpses of the almost deserted streets, she remembered her own session three weeks earlier. It had started like most of the many enjoyable times they had had together. They both had agreed long ago that the best warm up was done alone, so that they could go as slow or as fast as they felt like until their cheeks were well reddened and their arms began to cramp. After doing her warmup she had called Albert to give her a helping hand and he had given her several good rounds with the hairbrush and one of the short paddles. They both had also agreed long ago that the best paddlings were enjoyed standing up instead of bent over, so that all the mass of the gluteal muscles was available to cushion the bones. Up to that point everything had been very much the same as previous sessions as she enjoyed the broiling heat of the hairbrush and the paddle. She had not had much use for canes because her buns did not seem to show welts almost at all when they were really red and swollen. Having tried both canes and dowel rods several times before, she preferred the stiffer dowel rods because they didn't wrap around and dig into her right cheek. That, she definitely did not like. The extra soreness from the tip of cane digging in was not as objectionable as the feeling of unnevenness, of asymmetry. She preferred the paddle and a pair of equally bright red hot buns. But this time... well, she just felt like changing something... "Albert, would you please try one of the dowel rods?" "Yes, ma'm! three-eights thick OK?" "No, go bigger than that." "Half-inch thick?" "Try." s w w w s h tikk! s w w w s h tikk! s w w w s h tikk! At first it was the same as on previous sessions: perceivable but not memorable even when he landed it hard and if there were welts, they were well hidden in the redness. But then... "Albert, would you try the next thicker one? I think it is maybe the three-quarters size." "Are you sure?" "Yeah! just try a few..." s w w w s h tekk!...s w w w s h tekk!...s w w w s h tekk! "Wow! that really massages the old buns, doesn't it... quiet, too..." "More?" "Oh, yes!" s w w w s h tekk!... s w w w s h tekk!... s w w w s h tekk!... s w w w s h tekk! "What a good, deep massage... harder..." s w o o s h TEKK!... s w o o s h TEKK!... s w o o s h TEKK!... s w o o s h TEKK! "Stop for a second. Let me feel... ooh! what a lumpy rump... but really swelling up fast! More, Albert, another dozen or so, please..." s w o o s h TEKK!... s w o o s h TEKK!... s w o o s h TEKK!... s w o o s h TEKK!... s w o o s h TEKK!... s w o o s h TEKK!... "Albert, I think I want to try the one inch dowel..." "Are you sure, Charlene? That's heavy timber!" "Oh yes! Try a few strokes, go easy at first." "Of course." s w w u s h TOK!... s w w u s h TOK!... s w w u s h TOK!... "Harder, Albert, you can go harder." s w w u s h TOKK!... s w w u s h TOKK!... s w w u s h TOKK!... "Ooh! that goes deep... massage like I haven't felt... ever, maybe... the sound is not so satisfying and the sting is kind of dull, but soo deep... I want more..." s w w u s h TOKK!... s w w u s h TOKK!... s w w u s h TOKK!... "Good thing you know how to spread them out evenly... keep going, maybe another... hmm... six." "Six?" "Maybe, maybe more... you could go a little harder yet." s w o o s h TOKK! nh! s w o o s h TOKK! nh! s w o o s h TOKK!... "Stop for a second, let me feel them again... oh! such bumpy pillows!" " I can see the bumps. How do they feel?" "Fine. Very fine. Give me more. And a little harder, too." "Are you sure?" "Yes, yes!" s w o o o s h TOKKK! nh! s w o o o s h TOKKK! nh! s w o o o s h TOKKK! nh! s w o o o s h TOKKK! nh! "You know, Albert, it's duller than a good paddle but I like what it does. Give me another six good ones and then go on to the paddle, ok?" s w o o o s h TOKKK! nh! s w o o o s h TOKKK! nh! s w o o o s h TOKKK! nh! s w o o o s h TOKKK! nh! s w o o o s h TOKKK! nh! s w o o o s h TOKKK! nh! "The medium paddle or the long one?" "Try the medium one first." "Across both cheeks?" "Yes." Whack! Whack! Whack! But those were not the paddle strokes she remembered. "Albert, please go harder and if I turn don't try to follow." "Of course, as usual." WHACK! "Harder, Albert." She turned her body so that the tip of the paddle hit the middle of her right cheek: WHACK!... "oh! that was sweet!" She turned her body so that the tip of the paddle hit the middle of her left cheek: WHAACK!... "oh! that was soo sweet!" And she had continued to turn back and forth while Albert shifted the impact point gently up and down the length of her cheeks: WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! "Albert, this is crazy! How can it feel so good? Can you go harder?" "Yes, some, of course." WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! "Please, more just like that, Albert, please!" WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! From time to time she stopped her turning in the middle to enjoy several good swats across both cheeks and then she would go back to alternating cheeks. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Enthralled with the new feeling, she had stopped anticipating the strokes, now she just welcomed their arrival. She was at the center of an unending volley of very pleasurable and very hard swats, her cheeks blazing red, only the slightest paleness starting to show at each center. Then came the necessary stops as Albert's arm demanded a rest. "Oh! yes, of course, rest your arm... But as soon as you are rested... again, please, many more just like that, Albert, just like that!" WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! It had to end. The deep burning within her cheeks and the dark bruised spots at the very centers were showing the unmistakeable limits of what her skin could take. There was no way to continue without increased damage to her buns. It had been a wonderful trip into unknown territory, the typically lengthy climb up the mountain of sting had been replaced by a relatively short, deep massage. Now, in the middle of endorphin heaven, it felt almost like they should continue their dance far into the night, except for the sight of those bruised spots. It was with great reluctance that she had ended the session. But she contented herself with lengthy squeezing and rubbing of her very swollen cheeks. (... God, they feel good!...massive...hard...) The memory brought little shivers of pleasure as her focus returned to her driving. A short time later she was in the driveway. Albert greeted her at the door. It was his evening to cook and he loved to show off his cooking. But as they embraced and kissed he found her desire for much more than the food he had so lovingly prepared. Her tongue in his mouth spoke of her horniness, her need for erotic play and for release. His mouth broke away from her lips gently: "Dinner can wait, Charlene. Would you like to play a little...?" "Oh, yes. Please, Albert! I hope you don't mind." "Me?... mind?... after last Friday?... come on!" He followed her to the bedroom, both of them loosening their clothing as they walked. He was down to his stocking feet first and sat at the middle of the bottom of the bed watching her as she undressed. That was always fun. She would turn this way and that, always the same and never the same, every motion seesawing between the erotic and the mundane. Was it the simple unhooking of her bra? or the removing of the clasp from her hair? one movement? or a series of poses, each of which could easily become an erotic figure study. His fingers did not itch for pencil or crayon but his eyes touched and felt her moving body just as if he was drawing her. Back to the simplicity of undoing and turning and back again to the erotic complexity of bending down. At work, her job demanded her expertise at reading other's body motions, chaining her to a constant judging of her own. At home, it was so easy to forget all that and let him do the watching, and feeling, and admiring. She savored his attention as she bent down slowly to remove her panties from around her ankles, turning slightly and pausing. His eyes feasted on the curves he knew so well, and found her eyes smiling back at him through her hair, invitation and need echoed and answered in his smile. She rose, savoring the closeness and anticipating the pleasure. "No fair sitting down like that, Albert, let me see your bottom." He got up and turned around. "It's faded a lot, but it is still beautifully sore." "Not too sore, I hope" "No, no, just right. What would you like tonight?" "I want you to warm me up a little, short and sweet, and then I want you to kiss me a lot." He sat down again and helped her ease herself across his lap. His hands rubbed her back softly at first then harder and harder, from mid thigh almost up to her neck, kneading her flesh closer and closer to her cheeks until he was squeezing just her buttocks and upper thighs. She melted into his massage, concentrating only on the feel of his hands, following their path on her back. Relaxed under his touch, her mind centered itself in quiet expectation. His right hand left her right buttock, hovered half an arm's lenght above it for a second and came down sharply with a loud slap. A few seconds later it landed again on her right buttock, harder. And again on her left buttock, faster. And harder and faster, harder and faster, the spanking rippling her cheeks away from the impact point while her body twisted under his grip and her legs and feet twitched and shook in response to the sweetly desperating level of sting. It stopped as suddenly as it had begun. She was limp across his lap, panting, feeling the deep, burning sting. "Lovely rosy buns. Are you ready?" The warm, wet spot between her legs ached for relief. But the memory of Rod's buns under the hairbrush intruded. She was not quite there, with Albert, yet. She needed more. "No. One more round, please." Again his hands rubbed and squeezed their way in ever diminishing circles until they had homed in on her cheeks. And again his right hand rose and fell upon her buns harder and faster than the last time, until his arm motion was almost a blur and her body strained to absorb the barrage of stinging slaps. When he stopped the sting was harder, hotter and more enjoyable than before. "Are you ready now?" Only the vaguest glimpses of her hands wielding the hairbrush on Rod's buns remained, the memory of his bouncing flesh still intruding on the reality of her spanking. No, she was not quite ready yet. "Not yet. And this time go harder." There was no preliminary massage. Only the blur of his arm and the curve of his back bent to the task as he spanked her crimson flesh to the limit of his strength. And the moan from her throat during the last several strokes. Then the pause that allowed the savoring of his efforts. "Ready?" She was breathing deeply, her mind focused on the raging fire in her buttocks, waiting for him. "Oh, yes!" His fingers moved deftly over the surface of her redness, only tips and fingernails barely grazing her skin. Waves of pleasure swept up from her bright red bottom to the base of her neck as she arched and bent her back in response to his touch. His fingertips swept lazy circles and spirals of pleasure on her crimson cheeks releasing the energy he had poured into them. Her mind lost itself into the sensory flood unleashed. Then he patted her buns sharply twice and tugged on her right arm to get her to move further up the bed. With reluctant grumblings (why so soon?... too soon ... much too soon...) she aquiesced, she knew better than to spend all that energy on his fingertips. In a few quick motions they had placed both pillows under her stinging redness, her feet close to her bottom, her knees almost together. He placed his head between them and moved slowly down her softly closed thighs, kissing them and spreading them gently until his tongue reached her waiting mound. Her hands caressed her breasts and pulled on her nipples, then moved softly down her belly. Pulling on her labia, stretching them to the limit, she opened herself completely to his mouth while her thighs moved apart like petals. Her hips thrust gently against his face as his tongue and lips made full contact with her eager clit. He moved gently over the bared expanse first in softer, larger motions, then in smaller, more insistent caresses of the most tender parts of her bud. And as her arousal easily showed in her breathing and gasping he concentrated on the very center, his lower lip sweeping up and his tongue sweeping down the swollen point as her response had taught him many times before. Climax came upon her quickly and she climbed its heights as very few times before, her body shaking, thrusting, tightening in the release of all of her sexual energy. Until there was no more pleasure to be squeezed from her flesh and she started to get sore under his tongue. With great reluctance he stopped licking the sweetly swollen tissues. She was not sure if she had slept or not when she noticed Albert's hands on either side of her ribcage and the soft rubbing of his leg hair against the inside of her thighs. He was lowering himself gently upon her to kiss her and as he did she felt the bump of his arousal against her thighs. Then he lifted one hand from her side to reach down and she followed it with hers. He let her grip his shaft first and held her hand gently as she did. (Good God! you're soo hard! how can.you be so..) Her voice was deeply tender as she said: "Albert!" "I think it wants to thank you for last Friday." was the equally tender answer. "You... You are very welcome... to come... in..." She had rubbed his shaft gently up and down her swollen labia twice before he pressed forward and came into her in one long, smooth thrust. The hair at the base of his shaft pressed hard against her swollen tissues as he pushed against her until there was no more to push in and they ground softly against each other, scared to withdraw ever so slightly for fear that it might feel less wonderful. After a few blissful moments they feared that even more pleasure would come from pulling apart ever so slightly and that they might be missing it. And so, gently lumbering in and out of her, Albert started to stroke the full length of his shaft back and forth into her waiting body. (Oh! Albert... I can't believe this erection... I can feel every ripple and vein... how can you be so hard... you must really be thankful for Friday... you just kissed me... I'm not sure I can do it again this soon... but here you are... and here I think I am too... aaaaaah!...) They melted into each other as they had not done for some time, the inner joy experienced at the same time and satisfying in the same way. They woke up much later that evening in each other's arms, and after many kisses and caresses decide that maybe supper wouldn't be a bad idea. Albert's cooking held up reasonably well as he warmed it up and served it. They ate lightly, said little and patted each other's legs from time to time under the table. Albert had pulled up his bathrobe as he sat down on the woven rattan chair. When they were ready to go back to sleep he showed Charlene the gridded imprint on his still partially swollen backside. They both snickered at the visual effect, then got under the sheets and cuddled up against each other. Charlene's last thought as she fell asleep was a deep wish that Rod and Anne would find their way to happiness as deep as theirs. "And now a word from our sponsor Brighter than...{7... 5... } in tomorrow for more fun with our friends from Beet Street ... { 2...} you a special edition of the 4 O'Clock News...{click} red.red