Real Stories - July/August 2007

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“Well, OK,” I said, “I’ll be in as soon as I’ve finished the chapter I’m reading in this book.” It was a very interesting book on the philosophical thoughts of the Dalai Lama.

“No, now.” Was all she said.

Curious, I followed her into the bedroom. She closed the door and turned to me, “Take your clothes off.” She said.

“My clothes? All of them?”

She again slapped me hard across the face, “Yes, every stitch.”

I did as she said, thinking it was my lucky night. “Lie down on the bed,” she commanded. Fine, I thought, I’ll go along with this. So I lay down. She sat beside me with her legs curled under her and the crotch of her panties showing big time. She performed what I have since learned is the power grip, where she took my member in one hand and took a firm grip on my balls with the other.

“Now we’ll talk.” She said.

“What do you want to talk about?” I murmured.

She looked me straight in the eyes and said, “How did you feel when I slapped you?”

“Ah, I’m not sure, why?” I managed to say through the pressure she was exerting on my balls.

“Because I’ve asked you, you don’t need any other reason. Now, tell me, how did you feel?”

“Er, it was strange; you’ve never done that before.” I said.

“No, but it will happen quite often from now on.” She said, “But tell me truthfully, did you like it?” She gave an extra squeeze. It was a little painful, but I did like the sensation.

“Yes, er, I think I did, why?”

“Would you like me to slap you some more? Would you enjoy it?”