Short Takes

[pejanon]

It was hight time I stopped just 'playing smart' with other people's
work and offered something myself ...
hope you like it.


Seven Swats Game by Pejanon

The natural born brat asked for it.

Nikita offered a paddle to the Wolf. As she bent over, her tennis
dress barely covered the situation. She smiled under her eyelashes, until
she felt the first swat!

"You asked for it" smiled the Wolf.

He hefted the paddle, threw it in the air, and admired the glint of
light on the smooth, polished, wooden handle. He caught it midair.

The Wolf draped Nike over his knees and made sure her arms were
pinned beneath her body, her hands at a strategic place.

Lifting her tennis dress a little more, he was in no mood for anything
'barely' covered, only bare.


The Wolf moved his over the naked globes. They twitched at his touch.
As his hand stroked the hem of her dress, he enjoyed the difference; the
boundary between Nike's bare flesh and the dress. He moved to a spot
between her shoulder blades, to hold her firmly in place.

"Are you ready, Nikita? You have to count, you know!"

"Yes Mr. Wolf!" she quipped sweetly, batting her eyelashes.

"I hope you realize this is tennis."

Nike knitted her eyebrows, then brightened and nodded.

He swung and connected.

The left cheek trembled and exploded in pain.

Nike let out a gulp of air. The Wolf waited.

"Fifteen?"

"Yes. Good Nikita!"

He swung again. She jerked forward.

"Umm, fifteen - all?"

"Thaaaats right! Now for the ace!"

The Wolf served an ace. Nike didn't look so smug now as she bit her
lip.

"Thirty - fifteen!"

"You know how to keep score! Not just ask questions! We'll teach you
some respect, yet! And he swung again, sharply.

"Oomph...!" coughed Nike as a tear ran down her flushed cheek.

"Thirty - thirty!"

"Are you sure? Perhaps we should call this game a forfeit and start
again?"

"No no..." she quickly calculated ... fifteen none was on the left,
right was fifteen all, then left was thirty fifteen ... then right again ...
"It's forty fifteen, Sir!"

"Too late....This is double fault, Nikita!" he swats her again, just to keep
ass blush evenly distributed.

"That is thirty - thirty! And this will be ..." as he smacked her right
cheek real hard, he admired it's firmness, its remarkable bounce. The
Wolf loves bouncy bums; he also loves her squirming in his lap. Sweat
suddenly dampened her white dress. Nike gasped for air. Both cheeks
burned and she was not sure of the score.

"Thirty forty, Sir?"

"Oh yes, Nikita, and now, will this be game point?"

He slapped Nikita's red ass sharp and hard. Again, she jerked forward.
Tears welled in her eyes, from pain, humiliation, excitement, or all
three.

"Deuce...err...forty - forty," sobbed Nike.

"Then someone must take this game. Who?" he asked as he moved his hand
across the tenderized flesh of Nike's burning bottom.

The Wolf paused to push his finger between the heated cheeks and found
incredible sweet wetness. He brought the finger to his lips.

"Who's to win, Nikita? Left or right?"

Still trembling from his touch, her ass cheeks twitching, she whispered
"Left, Sir."

"Left what?"

"My left cheek needs another swat, sir,...to win."

He swung fast and hard. Nikita almost flew off his lap, but he held
her firm.

"And a game to Nikita!"

The Wolf waited for the sobbing. There was none. He caressed her bald
pussy. It was almost difficult to grasp, so sleek and moist, but he
managed. He flipped her over and held her with her buttocks pressed
together, pelvis thrust upwards, lower legs hanging across his arm, and one
tennis shoe hanging from her foot.

He brushed her flushed face, and gazed into her liquid eyes.

"What do you say...after such a lesson?"

Nikita stammered "Th.... th ..."

"What? Say it!"


copyright (c) by Wolff

for the One who MADE me do it!

[Microwave0ven]

pejanon, nice writing! short and sweet, and unusual idea of counting i quite enjoyed it!

[erotic_nibbles]

It was hight time I stopped just 'playing smart' with other people's work and offered something myself ...hope you like it.

I liked it!

<---squirming in her chair now wishing her bottom had gotten to "score".....woohoo!

~~nibbles~~

[Mad Lews]

It was hight time I stopped just 'playing smart' with other people's
work and offered something myself ...
hope you like it.


Seven Swats Game by Pejanon


copyright (c) by Wolff

for the One who MADE me do it!

Damn fine piece Pej,
And she made you do it too. Lucky Wolff
Now about those sticky leather straps they wrap the racket handle with...

We knew you'ld come through with a winner Pej.
So who's next?
Mad Lews

[pejanon]

Thank you,


I was just thinking about ways to make tennis more interesting ... then she twisted my arm ... I HAD to oblige... poor me.

Leather straps, yea and the net, don't forget the Net.

Pej

[Microwave0ven]

Vanessa smiled mischievously, sprawled on the cool clean white covers of her bed. She picked up the cordless phone and dialled his number, knowing that he would likely be asleep. This would be a good test for him.

The phone rang and rang and rang again. Then, he picked up. His irritated, sleep befuddled voice came across the headset, "What the HELL do you want at 4 in the morning?! Call back later!!" The phone clicked violently as if he'd slammed the receiver down.

Unfazed, she took out a small black notebook and made a small mark in it. Then, she phoned again.

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He'd been roused from a deep sleep by the shrill ring of the phone beside the bed. He answered the phone, then turned over to go back to sleep. Not even half a minute later, the phone rang again. He groaned and reached for the phone again. With a theatrical sigh, he growled, "I SAID call back in the morning!" He was about to put the phone down again, but something made him pause a moment, then ask, "Who is this anyway?"

To his profound dismay, a silky sweet female voice answered him, "Mark dear, you need to learn some manners when answering the phone. Come to my place tomorrow evening at 6pm. I have guests over, and you will be part of the entertainment."

Mark gulped and replied in a near-whisper, "But I have plans and ..

"If you have plans, cancel them. I'm only having this party once." she cut him off smoothly, "And that's a second mark by your name. Back door tonight in your usual attire."

"Who is coming to the party?" asked Mark in a worried tone of voice. He was intensely shy about this part of his life and he never talked about it much to friends or family.

Vanessa's voice snapped, "My friends. It's no concern of yours. Your job is to serve and obey. That's another mark for questioning my choice of friends. Anything else you'd care to add?" she asked sarcastically. At his silence, she finished, "I'll see you tonight then. 6 pm sharp!"

Defeated, Mark hung his head, "Yes, mistress."

He gently laid the phone back on its cradle. Why did he always have to talk before he thought things through? Now his plans for the night would have to be changed. He'd call Bryan in the morning. Tomorrow, he wouldn't get much sleep for sure, he might as well get some sleep now.

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She sat back and looked disappointedly at the three marks by her boy's name. He'd been doing so well this past week, not a single mark by his name, until now. She placed the notebook on the bedside table and turned off the lamp. Tomorrow would be a long and interesting day.

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to be continued...



did you read that right? Mo's actually going to continue a story? why yes! it's your lucky day... Mo appears to have the rest of this little story planned out, and will be slowly put on the computer!

[J's blu]

yummy game of tennis Pejanon Sir! although i must say the method of scoring is new to me.

and MO! nice story coming along there. applause for you.

[pejanon]

Hello MO - lucky day? What is so lucky about being treated to such a smooth opening and then - left hanging?


Three marks for mark - lucky fellow!

Do not take too long, please.

I do like how you do it - it is fast but it does not seem hurried.

Thank you - J' blu - I COULD explain the scoring - butt don't you think it's better if you do not know WHAT are you going to score, WHERE - and most importantly HOW?


Have fun.

[Microwave0ven]

She woke up a few hours later afer a refreshing catnap. The first thing she did was dial her good friend Master Bryan's number. "Good morning, Bryan!" She greeted him when he picked up.

"Hey cupcake!" he responded in his usual good humor. She could hear the smile in his voice. "What's up, darling?"

Vanessa laughed at his teasing tone, knowing he didn't mean anything he said, "I'm having a party tonight, big guy, you have the time to come?" she tempted.

He sighed audibly, "Why didn't you tell me earlier? I've got a date tonight with a guy I met at the gym and who also goes to the club near my place." he excused himself, "I noticed him always looking at me, so we've chatted a bit and he's a nice guy."

"And?...." Vanessa knew there was more to it if Bryan was going on a date with the guy.

"He's pretty cute, brown hair, green eyes, about a head shorter than me...and I think he might be a sub." admitted Bryan, "I hope to get him introduced to this later on."

Something nagged at the edge of Vanessa's mind but she couldn't put her finger on it. Bryan was pretty tall and the description sounded almost like..."What's his name?"

"Mark. He's kinda youngish.. but -" Bryan broke off. "Hang on, I've got an incoming call. I'll be back in a minute, putting you on hold."

Mark was the guy's name. Vanessa's mind clicked the pieces together. If her idea was right, she had a pretty good picture of who was calling Bryan right now. She busied herself cleaning up her room while the phone played soft jazz interspersed with the 'on hold' message.

A few minutes later, Bryan's voice came through again. "Hello? You still there, cupcake?" He sounded a bit less bright and happy than he had sounded when she first called him.

"Of course I'm still here, silly! Where would I go?" she replied, "So what were we talking about again?"

He laughed a little, "Your party, I believe it was. Well, my plans have changed for tonight." he replied ruefully, "If your invitation's still open, I can come."

Vanessa giggled, "For you, the invitation's definitely still open! Come at 7, we'll have snacks, drinks, girls and a bit of entertainment that I think you'll be happy to take part in."

"The girls, I'm not so interested in, but the snacks, drinks and entertainment sounds fine to me!" returned Bryan, "So I'll see you at 7pm then!"

They both hung up. Mistress Vanessa whistled cheerfully as she started preparing for the evening's party. She reviewed Mark's completed activity checklist for what he would and would not consider doing and smiled when she found what she was looking for marked as 'willing to try'.

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Mark gulped as he dialed Bryan's number. He really didn't want to cancel but he had to. He nervously licked his lips waiting for Bryan to pick up. After a couple nerve-wracking rings, Bryan picked up and his warm reassuring voice was heard, "Hello, this is Bryan speaking."

"Hey Bryan? This is Mark."

"Oh, Mark! How are things going for you? Is tonight still a go?"

Mark wondered how Bryan had guessed the reason for his call and blushed, thinking about their original plans for the night had been. "Ah, that's why I called you, actually. Something came up unexpectedly...so I can't make it."

Bryan didn't say anything for a long moment and Mark was just getting nervous again when he finally spoke. "That's too bad, I was really looking forward to tonight. There'll be other times though, I'm sure."

Mark sighed in relief, he wasn't mad. "Yeah..." he trailed off a bit, "Maybe we could definitely arrange something later. I'm really sorry for letting you know so late, but it just came up, you know..."

"It's okay, things happen." replied Bryan dismissively with a bit of disappointment, "I'll see you later then, maybe at the gym or the club or something."

"Alright, tomorrow, perhaps." Mark hoped that tomorrow he wouldn't be too sore from his lessons tonight. "Later!"

With regret, he ended the call and got ready to go to work. Preparing ahead of time for the night since he wouldn't have much time after work, he carefully showered and shaved his entire body. He also inserted a small butt plug and slid on a cock ring, knowing she would want him completely needy for the evening's entertainment. Thus attired, he donned his clothes and headed off to a long, uncomfortable day at the office.

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to be continued yet again! Little sections, small breaks.. it's better this way, give you readers a breather in between.


J's blu - thank you so much and glad you're enjoying so far!

pejanon - I appear to have a bit of a reputation for leaving stories hanging.. but teasing is ever so fun! :P It's coming along, slowly..

[learningtopleez]

Slowly but surely Mo darlin'! Or....better late than never is one of my favorites that I'm sure you can relate to...lol! Btw hun....I am just lovin' your story! It's cumming along very nicely!

And pejanon Sir....a very nice tail! I like!

[Mad Lews]

to be continued yet again! Little sections, small breaks.. it's better this way, give you readers a breather in between.


J's blu - thank you so much and glad you're enjoying so far!

pejanon - I appear to have a bit of a reputation for leaving stories hanging.. but teasing is ever so fun! :P It's coming along, slowly..

MO,
you're getting to be as much a tease as Vanessa , and probably just as devious.
We await your continuation. Keep it up , and keep up the writing too.
Mad

[Nikita]

MO:

I wait with bated breath for your next take on this tail, (mispelling intended.) The witty dialogue and affectations bring to mind characters from Will & Grace, with Karen disguised as Vanessa.

Please continue...and I agree with the rest, you are a tease with a capital T.

Chuckles,

Nikita