AN EXTRACT FROM "SUMMER LOVING"
		In the Motel The motel, which lay back from the café where we had stopped for our rest break, was of a design that people even now think of when the word "motel" is mentioned. A collection of individual cabins around a car park with a swimming pool, of a sort, out back and an office with a flickering neon sign and a Coke machine outside. Unfortunately, there were not quite enough cabins for the number of passengers: some would need to share. Naturally, Paula and I could do so. By the time we had taken our bags into the cabin, at the end of a row and some way from the others, unpacked what we might need, sorted out who would have which (of the two) beds and strolled around outside, the light was fading and a sort of desert calm had descended. It seemed a reasonable moment to go back to the café for dinner and then, as darkness had finally fallen completely, to wander back to our cabin. Both of us wanted to have a shower; the opportunity to freshen up properly after two days on the bus and with at least one more to come, was irresistible. Paula let me go first and, after showering and wrapping my wet hair in a towel, I decided to use the opportunity to wear the baby doll nightdress that I had purchased and so lovingly packed. The nightdress part itself came down to about my hips only, the panties covered the rest and, whilst they would probably seem quite voluminous by modern standards where thongs are seen as quite normal, in those days they seemed quite daringly brief. Putting it on reminded me again of poor Cherry and I wondered if she was getting any more beatings from her stepmom or whether, now that I had left, things had calmed down. I certainly remembered the feelings that witnessing Cherry's rear end being pounded unmercifully had brought to mind and I suppressed the thought as much as I could but not before I became aware of a moist feeling again in the crotch of my panties! I had no robe but that was hardly going to matter with just the two of us in the room. Paula glanced at the baby doll with raised eyebrows before herself going to shower; returning after a while wearing a white fluffy towelling robe. As she sat to dry her hair, the robe fell open and I could not help but notice that underneath she was wearing nothing at all. "I don't normally wear anything to bed," she explained "but if it bothers you, I'll put on some panties." "Oh no, no, that's OK," I must have stuttered feeling somewhat embarrassed by this situation and also trying desperately to look as if it was all quite normal to me! Afterwards, we sat and watched a show or two on the black and white television in the room. Remember, this was the early sixties. I think it received one channel free of snow and interference but, sitting on the bed, with my clearly urbane new friend, drinking Coke from the bottles that Paula had purchased from the machine outside the office - no cans in those days - seemed the very essence of sophistication to me! The TV show we had been watching ended and Paula got up to switch it off. Whilst she was up, she carefully drew the blinds across the window and went to the door to make sure it was locked and chained securely. As she walked back towards the bed, I saw with some surprise that she was no longer making any attempt to hold together the two halves of her robe; in fact, they fell apart revealing the whole length of her pink and white skin from neck to thighs, punctuated by her deep red nipples and black bush of pubic hair. She came up to where I sat watching her and, taking my hands in hers, pulled me to my feet and swung me round in front of her. She then sat on the edge of the bed facing me, her robe recklessly open and revealing all. But she seemed quite unaware of this as her eyes bored into mine in a look that I had only seen once before: when she had confronted my tormentor on the bus earlier in the day. "You've been a very naughty girl, haven't you? Haven't you?" And she squeezed my hands hard in emphasis as she repeated the question. I could only stand and stare at her. What did she mean and why was she being like this? "I'm sure you have been told many times not to talk to strangers and yet, here you are, sharing a motel room with someone you don't know and have only just met!" "Yes, but, I do know you, sort of, Paula ..." "Do you? I don't think so. I could be absolutely anyone and I'm going to have to show you that you must do as you are told." Her eyes stared deeply into mine and held me transfixed. I really couldn't speak or move and I didn't know what was going on here at all. She released my hands from her steel hard grip. "Take down your panties now." Then, as I hesitated, "NOW!" Still staring into those hypnotic eyes I felt I had no choice. She was older, she was authoritative and I was used to doing what I was told. My hand went to the elastic round the waistband and gently tugged them down to my ankles where I stepped out of them. I stood in front of her naked from the waist down. "Come here!" I stood in front of her and she reached across and pulled me towards her and down onto her lap. Her robe was well back off her thighs and I remember feeling her soft bush of dark hair rub across my stomach as she strongly, and with practised ease, pulled me into position. With one hand around my waist she held me tight and with the other she pulled my baby doll up away from my cheeks and waist. She reversed her grip, her left hand holding me tight around my bare flesh and her right rising and falling as she spanked my bare ass. I was in shock to the extent that I was too astonished to even squirm at first let alone to squeal or make any sort of a fuss. "You need a good spanking and you will get one from me", Paula panted, her hand slapping my cheeks again and again, first from the thighs up and over my bare buttocks to my waist and then down again. The shock wore off and I began to wriggle and squirm. My legs were kicking like I was trying to swim away from her but it was no good; I couldn't escape. For a moment she stopped and I thought she had finished, then I realised that she was just bending down to pick up one of the leather soled slippers she had been wearing. Slap and slap again, that hurt far more than her hand and my cheeks, already on fire, began to burn brighter and hotter. I don't know how much noise I must have made but no-one seemed to take any notice. Maybe anyone who did hear had thought we were related and it was big sister disciplining little sister, or something like that. Eventually with a sigh she stopped and let me go. I slipped from her lap and fell to the floor exhausted and, oh, so sore. My cheeks were on fire and I could feel their heat with my hands clasped to them. What was even more shaming was that my slit was somehow soaking wet. I lay curled up on the floor and was just aware of Paula's voice above me saying "that will teach you to do as you are told", and the tears came hot and stinging to my eyes. I felt around on the floor, picked up my panties and, pulling down my baby doll as far as I could do, limped with burning cheeks to my bed on which I fell and curled up. I was vaguely aware of Paula lying on the other bed, panting from her exertions. I must have dozed at some point because the next thing I was aware of was Paula's naked body pressing against mine from behind. "Lydia, Lydia, don't sulk, you know it really was for your own good. You just mustn't be so trusting. Anything could have happened to you." "Paula, you really hurt me and I thought we were friends..." "Oh, we are; well, I think of you as a younger sister, sort of. I wasn't that hard on you, was I? I might have got a bit carried away, perhaps." Her hands slid around my belly from behind, she held me tight and pressed harder against me. The feel of the bush of her pubic hair pressed against my buttocks caused a lurch in my stomach and a feeling of warmth, about as hot as the way my cheeks still felt, grew in my belly and surged upwards into my chest. I could almost feel my breasts seeming to swell and my nipples harden as the feeling caught hold of me. The last time I had felt this way was when Cherry got her whipping but otherwise this sort of sexual excitement was quite rare to me; boys had not often had that effect and, if anything, it had been my own imagination on long hot sleepy afternoons alone in my bedroom that had fired up such feelings. Now it was for real! I slid round in Paula's arms and felt her lips descend on mine and her hot enthusiastic tongue enter my mouth. There was no reluctance on my part to embrace her affection literally as well as figuratively and I surrendered every vestige of self control or modesty as I felt her hands caress my buttocks and move between my legs. I wriggled away briefly in order to work my baby doll up and over my arms and head and throw it to one side. Her lips and tongue immediately targeted my nipples and my small breasts, sucking and licking them into a larger size than they had ever before achieved! If I thought it odd that I should be in bed, surrendering to the attentions of this older woman and learning things that I should never have learned at that age and perhaps never ever, it really didn't occur to me. It was just a heavenly experience and as time went by and one orgasm was followed by another, I think I gave her as much as she gave me. My tongue, lips and fingers were all actively employed in bringing this beautiful creature to the same heights of ecstasy that she had brought me....