Susie's Secret - Part 1

Susanna's short, quick gasp of air came nearly at the same instant her dark green eyes opened. For a brief moment she didn't know where she was, as would anyone who'd just broken out of a sound sleep. The twenty-two year old woman then laid motionless on her back, staring at the darkened ceiling while her mind switched gears from the dream-state she was in.
It wasn't the first time this had happened, and the soft face first showed it's usual concern at the images she'd just imagined. Susanna then began to anger, just as she'd done, it seemed, her entire life.
She wasn't angry at the desires themselves, only that she didn't understand them. She had no idea where her mind had dredged up such obscene perversions, or when or how. The girl only knew that as time went on, the visions became more and more frequent, more and more obscene. Worse, the sensations on both mind and body came not just while she slept, but in her day-to-day life as well; Out of the blue, for no apparent reason. Worse yet...
...She liked it.
Susanna lay there for a few more moments, and then felt the compulsion. The room of her studio apartment was alit by only a shaft of light that sliced through the part in the curtains from a streetlight, the beam expanding as it hit the wall opposite her sofa-bed. The illumination, ghostly by and of itself, only combined with the silence of night to create an eerie sensation within the petite body of the woman. She felt her fingertips and toes tingle. As her imagination then continued to work, a strange, serene, and sensual desire began to run the length of the gentle curves of her frame. Her breath slowed and deepened, and she shifted a bit as if trying to ward it off.
Susanna then did as she tried to do hundreds of times before this. She tried to fight it off. She told herself that what she was doing was sexually unhealthy, that girls didn't do things like this, that it was just plain morbid, all of those things her mother had told her a few months before, when Susanna had finally summoned the courage to tell her about the compulsion.
A light trembling now came over the young woman, and her breath emitted a short sound as she knew better than to fight off the urges. The voice then came out of some dark corner of her mind, and Susanna pressed her lips tightly, her eyes closing for a moment. The voice was ominous and teasing, and definitely masculine, though there was never a recognition as to whose it was. Nor was there an image, even spirit-like, to go with the voice.
"What did I tell you about that, Susie?"
Susie again emitted a sound with the sighing breath, and the woman shook her head lightly. The voice prompted now a strange light churning in her stomach, and the flesh of her soft, plump bottom began to quiver delicately. The grimace of apprehension and fear on the smooth, pixie-like features of her young face ebbed some then as the look of arousal took over, and Susanna allowed her hands to smooth over her body. The effect was almost hypnotic, feeling her fingers lightly carress down the over-sized tee-shirt of soft pink that she wore, and Susanna had no way to stop the activity. She felt the soft cotton on her honeyed skin, then let the fingers grope below the hem to try an quell the tremble of her firm thighs.
"You don't want to stop, is that it?..." The voice scolded. "...Turn over!"
Now the young woman emmitted a whine, soft but audible in the empty, silent room. Susanna pushed aside her covers and slowly twisted her nubile body prone atop the sheets, felt the cool air now against her smooth legs. She began a slow undulation of her hips without realizing it, and now her hand began to rub gently over her waist, then over the roundness of her ass. She breathed more deeply, lifted her head slightly, tensed the muscles of her plump backside.
Susanna smacked her buttocks. Having done it so many times before, the woman knew both how and how hard, and she gasped as the sting went through both the shirt and her white bikini panty to her bottom.
"What did I tell you about this type of behavior, Susie!" The voice lectured, not expecting an answer as another hand-slap sturck, then another.
Susanna rubbed the bottom again, teasing herself now as she began to feel the vibration along the walls of her vagina. Her labia began to swell and moisten, and she again swatted herself, the dull slap echoing in her ears. She added another, then another, lifting her arm a little higher each time, spanking a little harder.
"Ooo!" She blurted as the burn wrenched her head upward. Her body jerked, and the undulation now turned into squirming as she punished her ass, gritting her teeth to try and increase the severity of the spanking. Her other hand, almost with a will of it's own, now groped underneath her, the fingers reaching to carress the now pulsating clit, feeling the dampness on the panty.
"That's the way it's going to be, is it!!" Again, the masculine voice scolded, and Susie blushed as she raised her hips slightly to masturbate more thoroughly. The shirt crept over her bottom, leaving only the cotton panty between her hand and her burning buttocks. She worked her fingers more quickly, felt the tingling of her bottom-end as the soft skin changed from pink to bright-pink to light-red.
"Go ahead!..." The voice droned wickedly as she adminstered her spanking to herself as harshly as her arm would allow. "...Faster Suszie!! FASTER!!!"
With little warning, it happened. Susanna gasped a long moaning sound as her eyes clenched shut. The explosion of pleasure radiated from her pussy to every inch of her skin, every part of her body. The young woman relished the sensation, her orgasm touching every nerve, every organ, every single cell of her being. For a few moments she felt dizzy. Then, as the feeling began to subside, Susanna slumped downward.
A tear formed now as she struggled for composure and breath. It finally broke free of the eye, gently found it's way down her soft cheek. Her ass throbbed in time to her beating heart, and once more Susanna got angry. She was angry at the pleasure she acheived in this way and again wondered why. The woman was not a virgin, she'd been with men, but the end results were nothing like she felt when she did this. Susanna had never told those men of her little desires, afraid that they would either recoil in disgust or get too carried-away. Besides, telling her own mother didn't work out so well, which was why she was now here in the little studio apartment.
No, Susanna would just have to keep the little secrets to herself. It was safer that way, she thought as her eyelids drooped, better for all around her that she fantasize by herself, alone.
The eyes of deep-green closed then, and a long satisfied sigh drifted between her pulpy lips. Susanna felt calm, and serenity now led the young woman back to sleep.

To Be Continued...