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Wrestler's Rhapsody Part Two

Part Two

By the time we got back home I was tingling all over. I'd imagined
Killer's reaction to the outfits a thousand times. Now I was actually
going to see it. He'd be so gentle and by the time the sixth colour had
been removed he should be horny, too! I'd never seen a horny wrestler.
How threatening could one be?

Once inside the foyer he helped me remove my jacket and pulled me into
his arms. Then, the first passionate kiss we'd ever shared. God, it
felt good! I hadn't expected to get excited. I wasn't supposed to be
the one getting teased, he was. But he kept his promise. No touching.
(Well, not much touching.) After that kiss I told him to stay there and
wait. Then I went to my room to get the bowl with the little papers in
it. I held it out when I got back.

"Pick one." He did. "What did you get?"

"Green." Big smiling devil was really in for it now. That was MY
favourite colour!

"You go change, and meet me in my room." I'd done up a lot of the laces
in advance, so when I actually put on the green outfit it only took ten
minutes to get the rest of the laces done up. Just to intensify his
punishment I made sure the laces that secured the bottoms over my hips
to the top of my thighs had about four loose knots before I tied the
bow. That ought to keep him busy for awhile.

I was ready when I heard him at the door. Peeking out from behind the
Chinese patterned screen I pointed to the big armchair. He stood there
in jeans and one of those muscle shirts. Those shirts are really
spectacular on someone with big muscles. I dreamed of putting little
kisses all over the tatoos on his right arm. One at the top, one on the
forearm. I hadn't said anything about me not touching him, now had I?

Well, this was it. I stepped out from behind the screen putting my
hands up to pull out the pins in my hair. As it fell around my
shoulders, I approached him. The outfit was kind of sexy. It was
emerald green satin. It had a large baggy housecoat that reached mid
thigh. About ten laces. Under that was a form fitting camisole top
laced down the front. It was held up by skinny shoulder straps that
laced together over the shoulders. The top reached just below my belly

The pants were like drawers. The kind you find described in those old
Victorian novels. Eight laces down each of the sides. (The top three
of each had the knots and bows. Twenty-four knots in total.) They
ended with a frill just above the knees.

His eyes lit up and a leering smile crossed his face. He patted his
knee and motioned me over. The idea of sitting on his knee and being
slowly disrobed still made me blush, but I went to him and perched on
one knee.

"Are you impressed." I asked.

"Very." He slipped his arm around my waist and held me firmly. A large
left hand surrounded my hip, then it started to squeeze and release,
squeeze and release.

"That's touching, cheater." I tried to sound indignant.

"No it isn't. That's caressing. Just remember who the virgin is,
Katie. I do have some experience in these matters, you know." A low
chuckle drifted around the room as he pulled me closer in his arms. "I
guess I should get busy doing my job, now shouldn't I?" His right hand
moved to the first lace on the housecoat. The lace stretched outward
until the small bow caught. He stared into my eyes smiling broadly as
he gave it the necessary tug. The neckline fell open. Slowly his lips
moved to the newly exposed skin. I felt hot breath and moist lips
travelling across by chest until the kiss was dropped in place. My eyes
closed as I nestled into his shoulder.

He touched the kissed spot with one finger, trailing it from that place
to the next lace.

"Now that's touching." I whispered against his cheek starting to wiggle
on his knee.

"No it isn't. I'm just getting the old lace out of the way. You didn't
say anything about supervising this job. I'm in charge of these laces,
young lady and I'd appreciate it if you kept your bossy comments to
yourself. I'm busy and you're distracting me." I felt a firm squeeze
on my hip.

"I am not bossy!" and I started to move, but was suddenly restrained.
Both of his arms were around my waist. Then using one hand he cupped my
chin and turned my face so he could stare into my eyes. We were nose to

"You better start behaving yourself, little girl, or you're going to
make the lace operator very upset." Evil grin. "And if the operator is
upset he can't perform properly. If I get a bad performance review,
you're going to find yourself over my knee." I blushed and stopped
moving. So much for having the upper hand.

"Alright, you made your point." I pouted. Talk about bossy!

His hand continued it's work. Lace, kiss, finger trail, lace... Slow
and methodical. When the job was done he pushed the housecoat off my
shoulders and down each arm. The camisole was all that was left
covering my breasts. The nipples pushed against the material, straining
to escape. Hardly a virginal reaction! One thumb slid over each nipple
in turn making things much worse.

He was gloating, the pig, thoroughly enjoying my discomfort. If he kept
this up my drawers were going to be wet. I could already feel it.
Somehow, every torturous touch on my nipples, seemed to radiate right to
my pussy. Killer started the same procedure on the camisole top. Lace,
kiss, finger trail, lace... I was squirming by the time both breasts
came into view.

"What's this?" he said pressing thumb and index finger together over
one nipple. "Poor things must be starved for attention." With that he
put a lip lock on my left nipple. Holding the pressure for a moment the
lips slowly released and the tip of his tongue brushed the startled
nipple. Then he blew on it! God it was incredible! My pussy was
melting into his knee. I started to pull away. Yes it felt great, but
I was going to just die of shame if I left a big wet mark on his jeans.
That was my plan for him! "Something wrong?" he winked and grinned.

"No." I hesitated. "Are you going to let me have champagne?" Change
the subject, Katie. You need to get up before he notices the wetness.
He did let me get up, but quickly grabbed my wrists holding me in place
in front of him. My eyes wandered back to the denim covered knee. A
wet spot was clearly visible.

"I think I should unlace those bottoms for you first. It can't be break
time already." He pulled on my wrists, pressed his knees together and
guided me face down over them.

"Hey, what are you doing?" I tried to roll off. <Smack> "Let go!"
<Smack> There was a warm tingling left in my behind. The smacks
weren't hard, but I felt them.

"I told you to behave yourself, Katie. If you insist on making my job
difficult I'll have to keep this up." <Smack> <Smack>

"Alright, alright. I'll behave." Guess I was outnumbered. So I stopped
wiggling and tried to relax. "Why do you have to take the bottoms off
this way? Can't I sit up like before?" <Smack> <Smack>

"I'll decide how to do my job. I like this position just fine. Those
nipples are quite distracting, you know. Now, be quite while I finish
work." <Smack> Then he slowly squeezed each tingling cheek in turn.
Pulling up one of my ankles he leaned over and touched his lips to it
letting his tongue trail up my calf. His hand then went to the first
lace around my right knee. He pulled on it until it gave and the bow
slipped apart. Then the left knee, same procedure. I hadn't given the
knots any more thought until he found the first one. "What's this?" He
said sternly, pulling on the lace pointing at the four knots. Grabbing
the chair arm for support I raised myself up to look over my shoulder.
Only the front half of me could move as his arm lay heavily across the
top of my behind. He leaned right over so he could stare at my face.
More blushing.

"I guess I got carried away," I smiled up at him. <Smack>

"Liar. This is sabotage! You deliberately tried to make my job more
difficult. Didn't you?" <Smack>

"No. No, honest Killer. I was just teasing, that's all." <Smack>

"Well now, teasing, eh. And you just lied. Carried away, my ass,
deliberate work slow down is more like it." <Smack> "I've got a cure
for that, young lady! You're going to get one smack for each knot I
find. Now let's just see how many there are." He started to count them
out loud.

My bottom was warm and tingling by now. I swear my pussy was throbbing,
too. Surely he could hear it. This was not part of my plan. Somehow,
without me realizing it, his punishment was turning into MY punishment!
We hadn't even made it past one colour, yet. I squirmed. For every
knot he undid a tingling <Smack> followed. By the time all twenty-four
knots had been accounted for my bottom was glowing hot and I was WET!
The drawers fell away from my bottom exposing me totally. His hand slid
between my legs. He knew I was wet, now. Gentle fingers parted the
soaking pussy lips and he ran two fingers across my clit. I came right
in his hand. Arching up and trapping the hand where it was. That low
chuckling, again. Then wet lips trailing across my bottom. More
blowing. God, I was dying. I felt one finger slid up inside of me,
probing. Then a thumb sliding past my bum hole, then back, then
circling it, then slowly pushing in. I came again.

"Please, Killer." I moaned, gasping for more air.

"Please, what, Katie? More?" I shook my head no as I melted into his
lap, spent. I was still a virgin. A very tired virgin, at that. He
lifted me up into his arms and cradled me.

"Little girls who tease big wrestlers tend to get flattened, you know."
He whispered into my ear. Yeah right, I thought. I hadn't known what
to expect, but I couldn't have even fantasized this. There was no
choice but to rest for awhile. I became aware of the hardness swelling
beneath my poor bottom. At least he wasn't totally unaffected.

I had hardly the time to notice his state of arousal. I'd been too busy
focusing on my own. He dropped a kiss on my forehead and reached toward
the bowl on the table. He seized a piece of paper. Pulling it open,
Black, was written on it. I hadn't begun to forget green yet! "You
don't look very energetic, Katie. Maybe I should go fetch the champagne
and try and revive you." Another chuckle, another grin. Laugh it up,
buddy, I thought. When I'm able to move again, you'll be sorry.

He picked me up and laid me gently on the couch beside his chair. I
wasn't feeling very peppy at the moment. Killer disappeared. Minutes
later he returned with the champagne bottle and two empty glasses.
Pop! Then he poured it out handing me one.

"Happy Birthday, Katie." Clink! The bubbles tickled my nose, but I
drank it anyway. The apple cider taste was nice. "You're only getting
that one drink, so don't guzzle it." I am not a drinker. I was still
laying on the couch with him sitting beside me. "Well, are you ready to
show me Black?" Sure thing, but half the damn knots are getting
undone. I didn't think my poor bottom could take another twenty- four
smacks. I got up, rubbed my sore bum and walked slowly back to stand
behind the screen. I'm sure he got a terrific view of my rosy bottom,

I finished putting on the black outfit (I left the knots. What the
hell!). In about ten minutes I stepped out to show him. He was still on
the couch. God, what a smile! Part of me wanted to stop the show, part
of me wanted to throw myself at him.

The Black outfit had a tunic instead of a housecoat. It was silk. Five
laces down each side. It was low cut in the front. Not much was hidden
under it. The bottoms of it went right to the ankles. At least a half
dozen laces on each side, before he'd find the knots. Maybe some of the
heat in my bottom would subside before that. Under the bottoms was a
pair of silk thong panties. One lace on each side. A perfect frame for
a rosy bottom.

Killer got up this time and crossed the room to meet me. "God, you're
beautiful, Katie," he said as he wrapped his arms around me. I was
lifted into those strong arms and he started for the door.

"Hey, where are we going?" I started to squirm. "You haven't even
started yet."

"Break time," he grinned down at me.

"What do mean break time. You're not worn out already are you?" By now
he was carrying me up the stairs to his room. I was still squirming
around, but he didn't seem to notice. Or care. He dropped me in the
centre of his bed, bouncing my sore bottom on the mattress. "Oww. That
hurt." I cried indignantly. He stripped off his shirt. Leaning down he
picked up a towel I'd put under the bed that afternoon. "What's this?"
He said and threw himself on the bed beside me grabbing me. He rolled
me up on to his chest. His hands ran down my back stopping on my
behind, squeezing with both hands. What a tease!

"I thought if I succeeded in getting you into bed I wasn't leaving you
any excuse to get back up." <Smack> <Smack>

I buried my face in his hair moaning. I slowly ran my tongue up the
side of his neck to his earlobe. I nibbled at it. Now I could feel how
hard he was getting. I rolled partly off him and slid my hand down his
chest to the snap on his jeans. "Oh, no you don't." he said as he
pulled me up into a sitting position. Again I was lifted across his
knee. "I haven't finished with you yet." His hands immediately went
for the tunic which he pulled up and over my back. "This time I'm going
to start at the bottom and work my way up." He was chuckling again.
Squirming resulted in another <Smack> on my bottom.

My plan was definitely off track by now. He wasn't sorry one bit. He
wasn't suffering at all. I was! When his hand slid over my silky
bottom it continued to the inside of my thighs. Sliding slowly all the
way down till he caught up one ankle. The first lace went down in
flames, quickly. I tried to get one of my hands between his legs.
<Smack> "Stop that." <Smack> "You're distracting me." Distracting
Him! He had no idea what he was doing to me. The more laces he undid,
the wetter I got. Then he found the first knot.

"You just don't learn, do you, little girl." <Smack> Knot. <Smack>
Knot. On and on until tears fell down my cheeks. My hand went back to
try and stop that damn paw of his, but it was easily captured. By the
time the outer pants fell away my bottom was shining like a lighthouse.
The heat was incredible. It radiated from my bottom to between my
legs. I was squirming like crazy trying to find some relief. There
wasn't any until the thong was unlaced. It didn't drop away. It was
glued into my wet pussy. It's a wonder I wasn't making squishing noises
by now.

Once the thong was pulled away he started running his hand up and down
between my legs. I started moaning. My legs spread apart, but he
didn't press his hand into my pussy like he had before. He was teasing
me, the pig! That big hand finally came up the outside of my thigh and
rested on my hip. "Well now, do you think you've learned your lesson.
No more teasing poor old wrestlers." He let me up for a moment.
Grabbed a pillow and pushed me face down over it on the bed.

My red bottom was sticking up in the air. Before I could react he was
behind me. His thumbs were locked in place one on the inside of each
thigh. He pushed them apart as he fell to his knees, burying his face
right in my soaking wet pussy. I had never felt anything like it.
Partly ashamed, feeling so exposed. Partly not caring, pushing back
against his tongue.

"Ohhhhh, my God." I was consumed. The waves crashed over me again and
My entire body shuddered as I came and melted into the soft mattress.

Killer was naked when he laid beside me on the bed pulling me into his
arms. The pillow was pushed away. I ran my hand down his stomach
meeting the throbbing cock that was being offered. I touched it. So
soft. Wet.

"I want you so much, Katie," he whispered into my hair. "Just relax and
let me love you." I did. Both of my arms went up around his neck as he
rolled me up on to his chest again. Slowly he spread my legs and eased
the head of his cock into me. It felt like it wasn't going to fit, but
the wetness and the continual throbbing of my bottom cheeks detracted
from the invasion. The sharp sting inside me quickly flooded away as he
pushed deep inside me. Both his hands massaged the burn in my behind as
he stroked in and out. Fiery liquid filled me as his grip tightened. I
felt the tremors go through him as a deep moan was buried in my hair.
We clung together, sweat on sweat. After about five minutes he spoke.

"Did you enjoy that?" He asked softly.

"Ohhh. Yaaa." I giggled. "But, you forgot the tunic."

"No, I didn't. I was saving it for after break." Very evil grin.

"Would you be disappointed if we went from break, right to a loooong

"Am I forgiven for lying?"

"Very forgiven." Four and a half colours to go. He hadn't even found
the other two towels yet.

Yes, this was definitely going to take until Monday!

End of Story

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