Naughty Nymphs

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Summary

During a trip to the Old Country, Charlie finds more than roots. [Story Contains Spanking]

Genre:
Romance
Author:
Lawrence Kinden
Status:
Complete
Chapters:
3
Rating:
n/a
Age Rating:
18+

Irish Rose

A girl walked atop the split rail fence, balancing with the ease of a cat, hiking her emerald green skirts above her knees so as to step carefully, showing off her white hose and bare, grass-stained feet. Her eyes were startling green; her hair fiery as a stereotype; her cheeks dimpled and scattered with freckles. Her bosoms were modest but pert, her hips slim but rounded. I had no idea for how long she’d been walking alongside me on that fence as I trudged along the hard-packed dirt road.

Stunned, I stopped to watch her, and she stopped in turn to regard me. She smiled.

“A very fine mornin’ to ye’, sir,” she greeted, her accent lilting in just the right way to lighten my trudging heart.

“And to you,” I responded, a bit of the accent creeping into my own voice without prompting.

“My name is Aelfara O’Madigan,” the girl curtsied from her lofty position, maintaining her balance with ease. “But ye’ may call me Aelf. And who have I th’ pleasure of addressin’ this mornin’?”

I smiled at her. “Charles Smith. Charlie to my friends.”

“You American?”

“Yes, I am.”

“I never met an American lad before.” She waggled her eyebrows in a way that made me blush. “Wha’ brings ye’ to our grand little island?”

“My Grandparents grew up here.”

She nodded, leapt nimbly from the fence, and stepped up close to me.

“And did ye’ venerable grandparents tell ye’ of the fae folk?”

My heart quickened a beat, my breath catching for a moment. “Aye, they did.” I found my grandparents’ accent creeping into my speech patterns.

“Tricksome little devils they can be,” Aelf said. She put her arms around my waist, stretched to her tippytoes and planted a kiss right on my mouth. Then she was gone, disappearing among the trees toward the river in the distance. I watched her disappear into the woods, my gaze entrapped by her willowy body.

“Huh,” I said, and continued on my way in a befuddled trance. But before I took three steps, suspicion hit me. Checking my inside jacket pockets confirmed it. My wallet was gone. “Tricksome little devils indeed,” I muttered.

I followed quickly, doing my best to make no noise. By the time I made it to the river, I was sweating, my heart pounding. I looked up and down the river but saw no sign of the girl. Frustrated, I let loose a string of curses and turned to get back to the road. I’d have to find a town with a telephone and hope I could make a call back to my bank in America.

Grinding my teeth, I turned and just happened to catch a swirl of green dress before it disappeared behind a tree. I bit my tongue and tried not to let on that I’d seen her. She was clearly better at hiding than I was at tracking, and if I gave away my knowledge, she would disappear into the woods again. However, if I didn’t, she might stay put and wait for me to go away.

So I cursed a little and stomped my way back to the road, making sure to pass close to the tree behind which the dress had gone. Once past, I turned about and came face to face with the red-headed thief. I was expecting her where as she wasn’t expecting me. For a moment, I had the advantage, and I snatched at it. I managed to catch her arm before she could bolt.

“Ouch!” she cried. “Charlie, ye’r hurtin’ me.”

“Where is it?” I demanded.

She gave me an innocent, hurt, pitiful look. “Where is wha’? Please, Charlie, ye’r hurtin’ me arm.”

I stepped up close to her and grabbed her other arm before I loosed my grip a bit. I didn’t want to hurt her. She tried to jerk away and I tightened my grip again.

“You took my wallet, Aelf. Give it back and I’ll let you go.”

“I have no idea what ye’r talkin’ about.”

I looked her up and down, trying to determine where she might have hidden my wallet in a dress without pockets. I noticed the faint bulge at her torso that could have been my wallet. I narrowed my eyes.

“Ye’ wouldn’,” she said, aghast and offended all at once.

“Not if you fetch it yourself.”

Aelf hesitated, and I made my choice. Her bodice was loosened, probably when she’d stuffed my wallet down the front of it. I plunged my hand down the inside of the linen garment and the girl shrieked, indigent and mortified. Her skin was soft and smooth and I couldn’t help but notice her breasts as my hand snaked between them to the wallet. A moment later, I pulled my hand and my wallet from her boidce, my breath a bit heavier and my cheeks warmer.

“You cad!” she shouted at me. Her little fist pounded my shoulder.

“Me?” I demanded. “You stole from me. You’re… you’re nothing more than a naughty little girl.”

“Little?” she shrieked, her voice reaching octaves I’d thought impossible by human voice. “I’m at least as old as ye’ are, boy!”

“Yeah? Well I’ll bet I can spank your bottom like a little girl.” I didn’t know why that was what I thought of first, but immediately I liked the idea. I tightened my grip as she blushed furiously, her face screwing up in anger and a touch of trepidation.

“I’ll scream,” she threatened.

“I bet you will,” I replied, looking around for a suitable location.

“Someone will hear,” she tried to reason with me.

“I don’t think I care.” I found a convenient stump and dragged her to it though she tried to resist.

“No, Charlie, think abou’ what you’re doin’, please.”

I sat down and did as she asked. Here I was in the country of my grandparents’ birth, a place of lore and stories, bucolic country sides and tiny towns, seriously considering spanking a girl my own age, who I barely knew, right out in the open where anyone might pass along.

And yet I was okay with it.

“Aelf, I get the impression you haven’t been spanked in a really long time. You’re cute, and I’m sure you can often get by on that alone. But I come from a family well versed in the art of corporal discipline. And you’re about to get a spanking.”

“No!” Her shriek bounced off the woods and babbled down the stream and was lost to sky so far above.

Though she was fiery, I bested her in strength. Though she wiggled and bucked, I pulled her down over my knee and trapped her legs between mine. Though she cried and begged, I pulled her pretty green dress up over her bottom to reveal her white, grass-stained knickers and did not hesitate to pull them down to reveal her pale, pale bottom.

“Charlie? Charlie, please.” She’d quieted her pleas now, and I looked at her looking at me, tears trembling on her long, dark lashes. “Please don’ spank me.”

Though her look melted my heart, it did not stay my hand.

I’d never spanked anyone before. I’d received plenty of my own. I’d seen my brothers and sisters and cousins spanked. I’d even seen my younger aunts and uncles spanked. But though this was my first time delivering a spanking, I found I was a natural. My palm firm and flat, I slapped Aelf’s pert, tight bottom, causing it to bounce merrily. Pink splotches appeared and quickly faded on her pale skin as I alternated between her bottom cheeks. Soon, those splotches became a steady changing of color.

Aelf, of course, returned to screeching. But after a while, her screeches turned to cries of pain which turned to sobs of contrition.

When her bottom was a steady pink turning to red, I stopped, sweat on my brow, to catch my breath. Unconsciously, I rubbed her bottom gently. When I noticed, I stopped, embarrassed.

Clearing my throat, I said, “Aelf, why are you being spanked?” I had had an aunt who, when she punished me, would draw out the last of it in this manner. I found myself thanking the old bat for having done so, as I now drew on that experience to further the moment.

“Wha’?” she demanded, her voice raw with her sobs.

I slapped her bottom sharply. “Why are you being spanked?” I demanded again.

“Yeouch! Because… because I *sniff* I stole from ye.” Her body slumped, no longer resisting as she admitted her wrong doing.

“That’s right.” I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I’m going to let you up now.”

I pulled her knickers back up and released her, my legs where I’d held her tingling and my groin tight. Aelf put her hands on my leg to lever herself to her feet, a little shaky. She looked at me, tears streaming down her cheeks, her expression uncertain and trembling. Instinctively, I held my arms out to her and she fell into them, sitting on my lap and sobbing into my shoulder. We remained like that, my shoulder growing damp, for several minutes.

“Me ma an’ da put me out,” she mumbled after a while. “I’ve nowhere to go.”

My heart went out to her. “Well, I’m going nowhere particular, just down the road. Assuming I run into no more thieving elfs, I’m well to do. Would you like to…” and I hesitated.

Aelf pushed back a bit to look me in the eye. “You’d have me? Even after… after all this?”

I smiled. “You’re beautiful and charming. We may tire of each other eventually, but if you’ll have me, I’ll have you.”

It was her turn to hesitate. “Will you… I mean… spankings won’t become a regular thing, will they?”

I considered. I couldn’t deny I had enjoyed spanking Aelf, forcing her over my lap, baring her bottom, spanking her until I knew she’d given in. And I wanted to do it again.

“Well,” I said. “I suppose that’s up to you. Behave and I won’t spank you. Be naughty and…”

She smiled a little.

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