What A Good Girl Needed – Part One of Two

Taken from the forthcoming dark age play compilation:
Gratification: Volume Three

here is a little story about the value of being good and about the rewards.

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What A Good Girl NeededPart One

It was about 7:30 pm on a Saturday evening in early October.  And Livie walked briskly down Fraternity Row, a mall walk at the end of campus.  The start of her sophomore year had been eventful and she was grateful for even having had the chance to go to college.  Straight out of high school, she worked for three years until she could afford to attend Penn State University.  Her grandfather, uncle, father and mother graduated as Nittany Lions.  So, there was no other choice in her mind.  And she was glad to have waited a bit.  Being in her early-20’s, she would take her college education more seriously – especially since she had to work to be there, as opposed to having it handed to her.

Fraternity Row was hopping with activity on that night, being the concluding night of pledge week.  And her destination was the Sigma Phi Epsilon house.  SPE was notorious for violating the alcohol rules and thusly, would be put on probation every other year.  Having just gotten off their most recent probation that spring, they were headed for more trouble, once again.  In fact, all of the fraternities and sororities on campus were currently in a temporary state of probation because of the craziness from the most recent Thursday night parties.  Penn State had shut down all fraternity and sorority parties from being open to the public.  But this didn’t mean the frats and sororities didn’t party on their own.  It wasn’t as busy as a usual final night of pledging, but a lot as still happening – just in a covert sort of way.

Getting to the front of the frat house, she looked all the way up to the top floor and to the window of the attic bedroom.  That was Owen’s room, her boyfriend and a senior at Penn State.

Walking up to the front door, she knocked – not expecting anyone to answer for how noisy it was inside.  Looking around the neighborhood, she saw that every frat and sorority house was busy with a private party.  Last year during pledge week, there wasn’t enough room to even walk on that mall.  It was really sad to see it so shut down, but Penn State had to do something.  The parties on Thursday were completely out of hand.

Then the front door opened, startling Livie and turning her back around.  It was Mark, the pledge leader and one of the nicest brother in that fraternity.  But he had some not-so-nice news for her.

“Livie, I’m sorry.  But campus security is watching right now and if I let you in, we could get in a lot of trouble,” he said grimly.  “I’ll tell Owen you said hi and you’re more than welcome to visit on Monday.”

“Well … okay,” Livie said with a sad looking on her face.

Lowering her chin, she did her best to keep a smile from forming in her saddened expression.  Mark quickly tossed his eyes to the left and she gave him a small nod of understanding the message he conveyed.

Walking down the front steps, she turned and headed back up fraternity row, sitting on a bench right next to the SPE house.  She would sit there for a few minutes, but then got up and walked along the side of the house to the back door – where Mark was waiting for her.

Her denial of entrance at the front door was a ploy to appease the university security who just might have been watching.  And, given that Sigma Phi Epsilon had a history of breaking rules, the chances were likely that someone was indeed watching just then.

So Livie snuck in through the back door, saying hello to everyone in the back kitchen area – most of whom were already drunk.  Making her way through the sea of people on the first floor as she tried to get to the stairs, she thought about Owen.

He was a criminal justice major, in his final year.  Even though she was the same age, she still felt younger than him – being as she was only a first semester sophomore.  Feeling younger than him worked out just fine for her senses, given the nature of their relationship.

They had met a month ago at the start of a gen. ed. course they had both signed up for.  It was a course Owen had forgotten to take when he was a sophomore.  And she assured him it was no crime to have overlooked the course until his senior year.  Quite to the contrary, there was a little justice in the situation.  Their connection was almost instantaneous.  He was not only attractive but had a career in mind.  This made him even more attractive to her and she pursued him.

Getting to the base of the staircase, she wondered how campus security could be so stupid as to not recognize the number of people who were in that house.  And no matter where she looked, she saw couples paired off – the girls not wearing very much to begin with and getting what they actually were wearing torn off their bodies.

Apparently, the last night of pledging included orgies.

And as she carefully weaved her way through the passionate couples on the first flight of stairs, she kept thinking about her own adoring partner and about how they got that way with each other.

After the second day of classes with him, Livie broke the ice fully – asking him out to lunch.  Inside of one meal, they spoke of their desired careers, their life goals and eventually got into the topics that most didn’t reveal until really knowing someone well.  But they were both young, uninterested in wasting time with a lot of idle pleasantry chat.

Livie walked across the second floor and went right to the staircase for the third floor, passing by some craziness where beer was being dribbled down a girl’s leg and dripped into a guy’s waiting mouth.

One week into knowing him, Livie admitted to him that she had an obsession with being controlled and being submissive.  She called it an obsession because that’s what it was.  But then she said no more about it, not wanting to be too forward or aggressive.  She was hoping that he would become that way with her.  And it worked.  The seed she planted in his mind sprouted.  He inquired a bit more and then they started exploring several kinky ventures.

Crossing the third floor quickly and going right to the final flight of stairs that led up to the converted attic, she was beginning to understand why he chose a bedroom all the way at the top.  Though there were people milling about on the third floor, there weren’t nearly as many as on the second floor … or on the first floor.  Being in the attic got him as far away from the madness as possible.

The kinks they tried were elementary, simple in their attempts but designed just to get a taste from explorations.  From master and slave when she dressed like Princess Leia in Return of the Jedi to master and housemaid when she cleaned his bedroom and then got spanked anyway to bondage and bodily torture to mind fucking to pet play, they eventually got to age play.  And it was age play that wound up turning the cranks the most for both of them.

Walking up that last flight of stairs, she got excited.  Her patience was about to pay off.  She was smoothly-shaven everywhere and not wearing panties, a bit of naughty touches she had prepared for him.  Thoughts of him made her tingle in all the right places and in all the right ways.  And like so many other girls in that frat house, she wouldn’t be wearing much at all, if anything, in just a minute.

The only difference was:  she would be with him.

Standing in front of his door, she bounced up-n-down on her toes a few times before taking a moment to gather herself.  Then she knocked.

The door opened almost instantaneously, as if he had been waiting for her.  And there he was, her beloved Owen.  Initially, she grew weak in the knees – her typical first reaction when she saw him.  And initially, his eyes grew big-n-wide as he smiled broadly – his typical first reaction to seeing her … one that always validated to her how much he loved her, how much he wanted, how much he cherished and needed her.

But their initial reactions gave way quickly to unbridled passion – Livie jumping into his arms, wrapping her limbs around him and kissing him.  Owen shut the door with his foot and planted her back to it – their passionate embrace and kiss continuing deeper.  Putting both hands under her skirt, he cupped her bottom cheeks – Livie reaching down with her left hand and locking the door as she smashed her chest into his face.  Connecting pelvic bones, he held her against the door – then reaching up and pulling her baby-t off, followed by her bra.

Oh, yes.  She would be completely naked in just a moment.

As a bedroom in the attic of the frat house, the ceiling was also the roof and therefore slanted sharply on the one side.  So, his bed was positioned in the very center of the bedroom, Owen moving it there when he grew tired of bumping his head on the slanted roof when getting up.  Livie had spent the night with him in that bedroom on quite a few occasions and they had gotten into a routine they rather enjoyed.

Breaking the kiss, he planted his lips on the side on her neck, Livie lifting her eyes to the ceiling as she reached around to the back of his head and made two fists of his hair.

“You didn’t wear any panties, BabyGirl,” Owen said with his breathy and deep timbre, Livie shuddering at the sounds of it.

“I don’t belong in panties, Daddy,” Livie sassed lustfully.  “That’s what you always tell me.  Isn’t it?”

“And you’ve got a little sassiness to you, right now,” Owen said, Livie lowering her chin and closing her eyes – knowing exactly where he was headed with that statement.  “Naughty and sassy.”

Putting his right forearm underneath her bottom, he took a step back – turning and walking over to the bed slowly as he lowered the zipper at the back of her skirt.  She clung to him so tightly, feeling so very small and knowing exactly what was about to happen.  Oh, how she loved their foreplay.  There was no greater fantasy than what they shared.  And nothing could turn her on quite like his aggressive actions.

Working the unzipped skirt down and off her legs, he felt the smoothness of her body – Livie shuddering again as he placed her belly down on the bed.  Then he crossed her wrists at her lower lumbar, Livie staying in that position and burying her face in his pillow as he got out his cell phone.  She was completely naked and being photographed for his archives, as he called them.

“I think it’s time to give you what you’ve earned,” she heard him say as he set his phone down on his desk and walked over to the bed.

Gripping her crossed wrists with his left hand and pinning her down, he raised his right arm in the air. Livie braced herself, determined this time to not nibble on her lower lip as she bit herself the last time.  Owen’s right arm sliced down through the air and his flattened right palm connected with the center of her bottom – his hand then traveling straight upward to make the contact a quick smack that affected her skin surface only.  It was a nice bit of warm-up that enhanced everything.

Livie winced and whimpered a small squeak into his pillow.  Then his arm swung down again, this time his hand connecting with the underside of her bottom.  She struggled to wiggle underneath his pinning left hand as she tried to displace the initial smart of the pain.  But she knew she wouldn’t be moving from that position until he let her up.  Owen was strong, very strong.

“Tell me the five statements, Livie,” Owen said, his third strike landing on the center of her bottom again and making her seize up.

Lifting her head and placing the side of her face on the pillow, she tried to catch her breath – a condition brought about by a rapidly beating heart, an influx pf pain signals and the whims of submissive bliss.

“Good girls deserve a spanking,” Livie said softly, his hand striking the underside of her bottom another two times and making her voice shaky.  “… so they remain good.”

Then he paused for a moment to allow her to speak again.

“Good girls need their minds messed with,” she said with teary eyes – her mind inundating with the pain signals from her nerve endings, Owen landing two more strikes to the center of her bottom.  “… so the whispers from their Daddies will be what they hear in their dreams.”

As she gasped for air in an effort to control her emotions, her mind began to retreat from the moment slightly – in its effort to avoid extreme overload.  Her journey into a head space had begun.

“Good girls want to be led and to follow,” she said with a sniffle, Owen merely rubbing her pinkening bottom this time.  “… so nothing feels uncertain and so they always feel secure.”

Then his hand cracked her bottom twice as hard as before, Livie whimpering and seizing up before relaxing her entire frame.  A comfort zone had been found, one for which she freely drifted deeper inside.

“Good girls get attention,” Livie said with a grin, his hand rubbing her bottom.  “… and they always find happiness in what they have.”

Gently patting her bottom, he listened for the final statement.  It was, in fact, his favorite of the five.  It was also her favorite, too.

“Bad girls deserve nothing at all,” she said with a smile and a raised eyebrow, Owen releasing his grip of her wrists and then turning her over – taking another picture of her for his archives and then crossing her wrists on her stomach before parting her legs.

“Good girl,” he said, sliding his arms under her legs and putting his arms across her stomach – locking fingers with her.

Leaning her head back on the pillow, she looked up at the slanted ceiling – then closing her eyes and gasping intensely for air as the tip of his tongue touched her clit.  Heaving her chest upward, she arched her lower back slightly while squeezing their interlocked fingers.  Owen knew exactly where to go.  There were particular areas on the outside of her body that, when warmed and affected, would set off everything else – making her a time bomb.  She had particular areas on the inside that would do the same thing, but he would get those a bit later.

For now, she just needed to quiver a bit.  Owen was gonna make that happen, knowing how affectionate she would become afterwards.

He had such focus, his hands holding her down firmly – even when she started whimpering into louder moans.  A lot of times, she would have a pacifier in her mouth to muffle her sounds.  But on this night, there was so much noise in the frat house that no one was going to hear her.  And even if they did, it really wouldn’t matter.

That’s probably the reason why no one came running when she skyrocketed into a core-tightening orgasm that sat her straight up, Owen forcing her right back down.  He raised his shoulders slightly, preventing her feet from being able to reach the mattress.  And he held her there, concentrating his tongue on driving her to a higher and higher peak of the summit.  It wasn’t until she forced their connected hands down on the top of his head that he let up.  This was the nonverbal sign that she couldn’t take anymore, her pledge that she would never say the word no and his pledge to stop when she alerted him otherwise.

Releasing her hands and standing up, he cracked his neck to the left and the right – then turning up the passion a bit more by going to work on her mind.  The night was young and so were they.

“Let’s get you ready to go downstairs,” Owen said, walking over to his dresser and opening the second drawer.

Livie blushed as she saw what he took out of that drawer, the effects of her afterglow being in full-bloom as it appeared that mind-melting would be the theme of the night.

It was what a good girl needed.

Check Back for Part Two

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………………. The Dark Age Play Box Sets

Sticky Situations 1 - 5 Front   50 Things

Sticky Situations: Books 1-5
Gratification: Volume One
Gratification: Volume Two
50 Things To Do With Your BabyGirl On A Saturday Night

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If you’re a fan of the darker age play, I would also recommend reading:

The VoiceThe Voice – A tale of horror, unavoidable consequences and possible redemption of self.

KindleLulu PaperbackCreateSpace Paperback

 

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