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Part 3 coming up...


As the title implies - here's a story with explicitly sexual content.
For those who take offense at such things - don't read on, but please
don't force your views onto others.
For those who like to read about young girls bottoms getting forcefully
reddened - enjoy.

Comments are welcome, four more chapters are waiting to be released
to the A.S.S. family. The story may be stored and forwarded but not
commercially published without my written consent.


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Both

Later it was decided that Allison would have to have a tutor two
or three times a week, because otherwise she wouldn't make the
grade at the end of the year.
Mrs. Stevens went to see Allison's math-teacher to that end. He
told her that he knew of no one suitable in town, but that he
would suggest paying one of the more successfull students to help
out.
"You mean from College ?"
"No, no, a classmate of your daughter, that way they would be
quite clear about what they'd have to study."
"Whom do you suggest then ?"
"Well, there's Toby, Toby Winters, or Kelly Masterson. Both are
well ahead in their abilities and I think they would both be
suitable as tutors, too. I suggest you ask your daughter whom she
would prefer."
Mrs. Stevens promised to do so. She simply walked up to her
daughters classroom and waited for the next bell. The surprise on
Allison's face made her laugh, turning many heads as she did.
Having been told about the teachers proposal Allison rubbed her
nose for a moment and decided: "I'd have Kelly if she wants to. I
don't really know either one all that well, but Toby is kind of
weird, Kelly's probably ok."
"You ask her then. The rate's seven dollars an hour, and a bonus
if you make the grade."
"That's a LOT !" It was two dollars above the going rate.
"I try never to waste my time or money, so if I pay a lot I expect
a lot, from both of you."

Allison went to see Kelly, while her mother was waiting next to
the coffee-machine which never worked. Both Kelly and Allison came
over to see her after a few hastily whispered sentences.
To Mrs. Stevens very positive surprise Kelly announced: "You know
this kind of money is an offer I can't refuse ?"
"That's why I made it," she retorted, flashing a somewhat chilled
smile, "I do expect it to be worth it, though."
Kelly nodded towards both Allison and her mother. "When do we
start ?"
"I suggest we do it every day we have math on the timetable,"
Allison said, "that would make it tomorrow, then Wednesday and
again on Friday."
"Fine by me," Kelly answered, "do you do your homework here or at
home ?"
"Here."
"I suggest you do it at home, at least on the day's I am to see
you, I could help you much better when it's quiet. My place or
your's, I don't care either way."
"That sounds sensible," Mrs. Stevens decided, "you'll come to our
house three days a week then. Just write down the hours and I'll
pay you at the end of every week."
Kelly nodded once more and shook her employers hands. Mrs. Stevens
waved a quick goodbye and before the bell rang out the end of the
break she had vanished on clicking high heels.
"You never asked what the bonus would be," Allison remarked, as
they went back into the classroom.
"We haven't earned that yet."
"You think we will ?"
"We'll see."
Kelly left it at that and took her place next to the window. As
the history lesson droned on she let her mind wander, thinking
about Allison and what she knew about her. One thing was that she
was rich. Not only judging by the money she'd earn, but also by
the clothes Allison wore and the house they lived in. The place
was famous for it's size and it's ugliness. Kelly tried to think
about any specific details she knew about the girl, but since she
herself had kept well away from her classmates throughout the
years there was not much she knew apart from what she had learned
in day to day schoollife. Allison had a somewhat bland yet not
unpleasant face, with intelligent eyes which sometimes took on a
haunted look. She was usually good-natured and quiet, well past
the giggly stage, with none of the real bad crushes on popstars or
TV-figures. Allisons strength lay in history, languages and social
studies, not so much in the natural sciences.

The next day they found that they got along quite well. Kelly
stayed three hours, trying to find out where exactly Allison had
lost the thread in doing maths. As expected it was equations, but
to Kelly's dismay even the very basics of normal equations
completely eluded her pupil. She'd have to start from scratch.
Within two weeks, however, Allison had started on her road to
mathematical recovery, so much so that she managed a  'd' in the
biweekly test.

"And mum's not even here until Friday," Allison complained as they
threw their bags onto the settee. "I could jump and shout all
day."
"Why don't you ?" Kelly grinned.
"Come on, mum would have spanked me raw if it had been another f."
Allison immediately regretted having said that, but all Kelly
answered was: "Would she ?"
"You don't believe it ?"
Kelly shrugged, desperately hiding her excitement. To Allison it
looked as if Kelly didn't believe a word of it.
"Come upstairs, I'll show you," she demanded, pulling at Kelly's
sleeve. Kelly gave in to the tug and followed her newfound friend
up the stairs. From her drawer Allison produced the paddle and
held it out for Kelly to see.
"Here, feel it," she said.
Kelly took the paddle and whistled softly.
"You wouldn't be whacked with that ? A pampered, rich girlie ?"
"Lot's of whacks," Allison said earnestly, "on the bare, and no
twisting about or putting your hands in the way."
"You almost sound as if you're proud of it," Kelly drily remarked.
"I AM NOT !" Allison flared up, only to add after a while: "well,
maybe I am, a little."
"Would you proove it to me ?" Kelly tried a silly shot.
"You mean ....?"
Kelly nodded.
"Maybe I would."
It was Kelly's turn to be surprised, but she held herself well in
check. She placed on hand on Allisons arm and looked her in the
eye. "I'd like that."
"Really ?"
"Sure."
"Ok," Allison whispered, slowly dropping her jeans. She deftly
tied the tails of her blouse into a knot before her belly. She
slowly turned towards the table, enabling Kelly to muster her
wide, round bottom which would surely one day be called matronly,
if Allison wasn't carefull about what she ate.
Having bent forward Allison turned her head towards her friend,
watching her with big, expectant eyes. Somehow it wasn't half as
embarassing as it would have been with her mum.
"A dozen," Kelly asked ?
Allison nodded and went forward all the way, placing her breast on
the table's surface. Her head remained turned sideways, now
resting on her folded arms. She had spred her legs a little more
and pushed her rear out, just as her mother would have told her
to.
Kelly answered the blatant invitation with a dozen none to firm
blows, unsure as to how hard one could actually wield the
instrument. She traced the slightly pink patches on Allisons
beautifull bottom and asked: "You want more ?"
Allison nodded again.
"How many ?"
"Two dozen I guess."
Kelly spanked Allison with drythroated fascination, watching the
bouncing flesh when the leather hit pink skin, making it pinker
still.
"You want more ?"
Allison didn't reply.
"Tell me you want more," Kelly whispered, bending over Allison's
head.
"I want more," came the equally quiet reply.
"How many ?"
"Two dozen I guess."
"Never the same or less !"
"Allright, three then."
Again the paddle flew. Kelly placed the blows erratically, but
making sure she covered all of Allisons bottom well. She hit the
quivvering halfmoons before her with loud, slapping force, drawing
thin little wails. But since her victim made no attempt even at
moving Kelly thought it would be ok.
Then her hands were on the softly glowing skin, gently rubbing and
smoothing to Allisons purring delight.
"Tell me you want more !"
Allison slowly shook her head, afraid that Kelly would start to
notice her arousal.
"Come on, tell me you want more !"
"Ok, four dozen, but that's it then !"
Fourty eight blows and many squeals later Allisons bottom was
evenly red, so much so that Kelly could almost feel the heat of
the sting through her whole body. Allison remained where she was,
so Kelly, who had long since noticed the state of her friend,
demanded: "Tell me you want some more, tell me you want five dozen
!"
"You think should ?" Allsion whispered.
"Come on, I'd love to give you some more of that. Five dozen ?"
"I suppose."
"Real hard ones ?"
"If you want to..."
For an answer Kelly raised her arm high. Regular as a metronome on
lowest setting she delivered powerfull spanks, alternating left,
right, left right with every blow. Allison whimpered and meowed
some, but otherwise took the punishment well.

Only after some very gentle stroking and kissing from Kelly did
Allison get up, grinning shyly, her hands on her hot seat. They
stared at each other for some time, not sure what to do or say
next. Then Kelly opened the button of her own jeans and said as
lightly as she could manage: "My turn I guess, I always wanted to
know what it's like."
"Would you ? I mean...."
"We could both be embarassed then," Kelly grinned.
Allison smiled and nodded.
"Well, wonna spank me ?"
"Yes, I'd like that."
Kelly took up her position at the edge of the table. She didn't
bend forward however. Instead she just pushed her abdomen forward,
curving back and twisting her neck she peered over her shoulders.
Allison grinned, more to hide her insecurity than to show her
pleasure. She had never whacked anybody before, and she could not
quite muster the uncomplicated glee that Kelly had shown. With
clumsy movements she started to paddle Kelly, who soon hissed: "I
hit you much harder than that !"
Allison drew a deep breath and continued, harder this time and
with more security as the number of spanks rose. She knew she
wouldn't have to bother about asking her friend to name any
amount, she would simply pay back what she had received.
Kelly settled herself into the paddleblows, still watching the arc
of the leather. Seeing herslef being spanked made it all the more
sensual, Kelly thought, welcoming the heady arousal. The mixture
of echoing slaps, quick breathing and soft ooohs and aahs drove
Allsion to use more and more force. She watched the exquisite
girl's bottom turn from pink to bright red under the paddleblows.
At one point Kelly bent forward, closing her eyes in delicious
abandon, pushing her rear out some more.
Only too soon it was over.
Kelly jumped upwards, rubbing her rear, smiling at Allison.
"I liked that," she grinned.
"I feel completely silly," Allison said.
"So do I."
Kelly started to giggle, and Allision, helpless, joined her in a
spasm of little girls laughter. Several times they'd nearly stop,
only to break out again when one of the two couldn't keep another
giggle down. Still panting somewhat Kelly asked: "Well, that's
what you got for an 'f' ?"
Allison didn't answer, so Kelly, a suspicious frown on her face,
demanded: "Well, was it or wasn't it ?"
Allison slowly shook her head.
"There was more ?"
This time Allison turned around, reached into the drawer and
produced the vicious looking martinet. Nervously she handed it to
Kelly, stuttering: "You, you wouldn't want to be hit with that,
I... I mean, it hurts !"
"What if I do ?"
Something inside Allison made the decision, for she in her
conscious mind would never have done so. As tears appeared on her
face she slowly made her way to the bed. The humiliating position
made her cry some more, but she spread her legs wide and stretched
her red bottom as tight as she could.
Kelly watched with some astonishement. Instinct told her that
she'd have to be quick about doing it, so she took carefull aim
and hit Allison's right bottomcheek with the tips of twenty
leatherthongs. The almost rustling sound was quickly drowned by
Allisons pained cry. The second went onto the left side.
There was a moment of perfect stillness before Kelly stepped close
and traced the line of Allison's back with her index finger. She
made her way down reaching the soft, pink anus and then the moist,
swelling lips which seemed almost to suck her in. Expertly she
rubbed the small, hard bud which made Allison cry with pleasure.
"How many wuld you normally get ?"
Allison shook herself out of the steep arousal and whispered:
"Ten, sometimes more."
"I'll give you another dozen," Kelly announced quietly, and
immediately took to the task. Dark crimson stripes appeared on the
fiery red surface, weaving, then joining to make a shiny surface,
twisting under the fierce blows. Allison howled an begged while
being whipped, but when Kelly threw the instrument aside and began
to rub her friend's mons in earnest, the anguished howls quickly
gave way to pleasured moans. Grinning at her power over Allison
Kelly quickly toyed her into a tremendous orgasm.
"Hey, it looks like you had some fun," Kelly smiled, a while
later. Allison slowly rose, satisfied and only very little
ashamed. "I guess I deserved that," she conceded.

Without further comment Kelly knelt as Allison had knelt, her
eager bottom tight as a kettledrum. Being a lot less fleshy than
Allison meant that her anus and mons were far more visible and
spread. Kelly almost meant to feel them tingle as she waited for
the first blow. It stung quite severely, making her gasp. The
second came, and a third, drowning Kelly in a sea of pleasure-
pain. She never cried out as Allison had done, it was just moans
and little wails that were nearly inaudible through the cushion.
The vision of herself being whipped was the last thing she noticed
before climaxing then and there, never even touched by Allison.

Kelly felt her rear still stinging fiercely, half an hour after
the memorable spanking she'd received. "How long will it last ?"
Allison opened her left eye with slow, hilarious deliberation.
"Well, until you go to sleep I suppose, it'll be gone tomorrow."
"Ever had anything worse ?"
"No, but mum promised me fifty if she ever caught me smoking."
"Whow !"
They were lying side by side on the huge Hollywood-swing, Kelly
keeping the gently sway with deft hands pushing at the heavy
oakwood-table nearby.
"Well, what do you think, you'll make maths ?"
"I suppose I will, if we keep it up like we have so far."
"Tell you what, if ever you bring an 'f' again you'll get whacked
by me, no matter what your mum's done. And should you ever bring
home an 'a' or 'b' you get to spank me, any which way you like, ok
?"
"Sounds good to me !"
They shook hands and grinned.
"Let's have something to eat, I'm starving," Allison suggested.
"Allright, I could use half a cow on toast, too."
"I don't have any toast !"
"I take the whole cow then, and forget about the bread."