Nabiki Reversed, part 3

Read parts 1 and 2 first.

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Nabiki licked her lips while looking at the boy standing in the doorway, staring at her with his arms crossed. So far he hadn't said a word, not even to greet her. “So, um, hi Ochida-kun ...” she started.

“Gotta admit,” Noboru Ochida interrupted her, “I wasn't expecting to see you again after our date. You made it pretty clear you didn't owe me anything, afterward.” He could guess why she might be here after the stuff Shoichi and Isamu were saying online, but saw no reason to make it any easier on her.

Nabiki looked embarrassed. “Um, yes. I do need to apologize about that. I was wrong, I admit it. If you let me, I'll make it up to you now.”

Noboru said nothing but took a step backward. Nabiki slipped past and entered the house, then turned to him and said cheerfully, “So which way to your bedroom?”

He led the way around a corner and into the family room. “My parents won't be home from work for a couple of hours yet. This'll do fine.”

Nabiki looked around and suppressed a grimace. She'd much prefer a bed, but needs must. Smiling again, she unzipped her skirt and let it fall. As she continued removing clothing, she grew puzzled that Noboru was simply standing there, watching her.

“Um, in order for this to work, you need to get undressed as well,” she suggested.

“You admitted you were in the wrong,” he replied. “In my opinion, very wrong.” He paused, then continued. “You want to make it up to me, and that's good. And I agree you owe me the chance to ... sample ... your more intimate delights, to turn a poetic phrase. But it's my opinion that the first thing that needs to happen to make things right, is for you to be punished.” He watched her carefully for a hint that this gambit was going to pay off for him. Or else explode in his face.

“Punished?” she responded, uncertainty coloring her voice.

“Punished,” he confirmed. “Put over my knee and given a spanking. Taught a lesson. That you shouldn't go around leaving guys with blue balls after they spend a fortune on you. Yes, punished.”

Nabiki was certain that she ought to be feeling outraged at hearing this. However, such emotions were drowned even faster than they could arise by the magic of the Reversal Jewel, which caused her to feel an overpowering need to give to everyone she had dated everything she had previously been amused to think she had withheld from them. Under the influence of this magic she simply had to have sex with Noboru, no matter what it took to convince him.

“It seems a trifle extreme,” she stated tentatively. “I mean, I'm offering to have mind-blowing sex with you ...”

“Which is what you should have done the night of our date,” Noboru cut her off with manufactured conviction. “While you may owe me sex from that night, sex alone doesn't make up for the disappointment and depression you caused me that night and the next few days. The only way you can truly repay me for that is to know you've been properly punished for doing so.” The boy crossed his fingers behind his back, hoping he wasn't setting himself up to make his balls even bluer right now.

Uncharacteristically, Nabiki was giving silent consideration to everything she'd just heard. She still didn't quite feel that she owed it to the guy to let him spank her. On the other hand, he made a persuasive point that she owed him more than just the sex which she should have given him that night. Then there was the fact that she was feeling a strong compulsion, a need, for that sex, that this was something she had previously laughed to herself about withholding and therefore must now somehow bring about. Yet he seemed to be suggesting that he'd refuse to get hot and sweaty with her unless she yielded to this demand to punish her.

The struggle in her conscious thoughts was merely a reflection of the struggle in her subconscious, which was far more one-sided than she could have realized. The jewel's magic commanded her subconscious to do now what she had previously refused to do in matters of romance and sex, which meant a command that she must screw this boy. Any action to achieve that end must be taken. Any intransigence which might prevent that end must be torn down. The resistance in her subconscious to such an act of submission was slowly but steadily shredded. In her conscious mind she only knew of her conclusion, If that's what it takes ...

“All right,” Nabiki said quietly, “if you really feel that's necessary.”

Noboru sat on the couch, and managed to keep his smirk down to a small smile. He patted his knee. “Finish taking off your clothes, then lie down here.”

Nabiki sighed, and dropped the bra she was still holding, then gripped the waistband of her panties and removed those as well. She hesitated one last time, then lay down across his knees, his legs under her abdomen, her hands and feet touching the floor, and her bottom as her highest point.

A sudden slapping sound was followed by a feeling of fire flashing across her bum. Nabiki's head jerked up in shock, although she was still staring from a point of view near the floor. Another slap across her other ass cheek, and she could not suppress the short pained groan which emerged from her lips. More smacks followed, each causing her to grunt, and her eyes began to moisten. “Isn't that — aaah! — enough?” she tried to suggest.

He ignored her and continued to spank her burning bottom. The moisture in her eyes condensed into tears and slid across her cheeks. The noises her mouth were making grew louder, resembling words such as “no”, “please” and “sorry.” When he finally stopped, Nabiki was surprised to realize that at some point she had started kicking her feet.

“Okay,” Noboru said, “I suppose you've been punished enough. You can get up.”

Nabiki stood on shaky legs. Her hands found her bottom and rubbed, while she sniffled and tried to stop crying. Glancing over her shoulder, she managed to get a glimpse of her rear, and was amazed to see it was only a bit pink when she had expected it to be glowing red. She turned back to look at Noboru, and wiped at her eyes and nose with the back of one hand.

“You still want to fuck?” he asked crudely.

She nodded, her need only burning all the more fiercely. At his gesture she lay down on the couch and spread her legs, revealing the treasure between them. Only to have him correct her sharply. Embarrassed, she turned over and got up on her hands and knees. Noboru removed his clothes, then knelt behind her.

The boy spread her open with the thumb and finger of one hand, and guided his prick into her with the other hand. He slowly pressed forward, burying himself to the hilt. Nabiki moaned as he sank within her, and he grinned as his belly came in contact with her rosy and quite warm ass.

For Nabiki's part the cock filling her up felt extraordinarily good, and she was forced to admit that she was feeling much hornier than she expected. Giving in to any male was an unusual sensation, but not only had she allowed this one to spank her, she was now allowing him to mount her in the same manner as if she was no more than a dog, a bitch. She should feel disgust, but instead only felt incredibly hot. She pushed herself back to meet his thrusts as he pounded against her sore ass.

“Oh shit yes!” she found herself calling out. “Fuck me! Fuck me harder!”

He obliged, and once more there were slapping sounds against her bottom, as his stomach slammed into her hips with each plunging motion of his manhood deep into her core. The pain of these additional spanks was entirely submerged within the ecstasy scampering along her nerves, and she felt her pleasure soaring to a glorious height.

“Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” she begged, without conscious thought. Her pleas ended in a loud scream as she stiffened and came, her pussy gripping the invading tool in one spasm after another. Just as she was coming down from this high her partner gave one last shove within her and held himself there, as he pumped her full of cum for yet another time this day.

When he finished he sat back, pulling himself out of her, and stood up. Looking around, he picked up her panties and used them to wipe off his rapidly softening prick. He dropped the used cloth back on top of her clothes, before pulling on his own garments.

As he was fastening his pants, Nabiki spoke up from where she remained on her hands and knees, her voice sounding far away. “Are you finished? May I get up?”

“Hang on a sec,” he said. He snatched up a digital camera from a desk against the wall behind her. He snapped a quick photograph without flash, from the side and a little behind, then put the camera back down. “Okay, you can get up now.”

Nabiki nodded, not quite sure herself why she had asked and waited for his agreement. She languidly put her clothes back on, ignoring the additional sticky dampness on her panties. When she finished, she turned toward the door before saying, “So, um, maybe I'll see you?” She wasn't entirely sure she wanted another date with him, and if so, whether she'd want him to treat her the same way.

“Maybe,” he agreed with her uncertainty, and stood in place watching as she let herself out the door.

Then he grabbed up the camera and ran for the computer. He had a lot to share with the other guys, and unlike Shoichi and Isamu, his description of events would be illustrated. With a photo in which, among the pink blotches, a couple of handprints were clearly visible on the ice queen's ass.

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Nabiki was a little surprised when Arata Hatayama, just like Noboru, insisted that she needed to be spanked. However, with the jewel's magic pushing, and her resistance already having crumbled once before, she gave in quickly. At least Arata didn't spank her any harder, although it was more painful since her rear was still sore from the previous spanking.

Again, as with Noboru, Arata insisted on screwing her from behind with Nabiki on her hands and knees, the only real difference being that they did so a little more comfortably on the bed in his bedroom. Also just like before, she didn't object to what she felt was a slightly degrading position, primarily because she was so very horny. In fact, she had an equally powerful orgasm this time. And so she decided to continue following the same script and waited for a bit after he got off the bed to ask, “May I get up now?”

Then the script changed. Arata said, “No. You haven't finished making up for the night of our date yet. You got me incredibly horny that night, and if things had gone the way they should have, we'd have made love more than once before I took you home.”

Nabiki processed this, with the jewel telling her she had to make good on what she had withheld before. “You mean, I have to let you have sex with me a second time, right now?”

“Sort of,” he told her cryptically. “But first, you have to help me get hard again.” He stepped beside the bed near her head.

“How?” Nabiki asked innocently.

“With your mouth,” he declared, as if this should have been obvious. “You have to suck on my cock.”

She looked up at his face before looking back down at his mostly limp dick. “You're saying I need to give you a blowjob? That's what else I have to do?”

“Not exactly,” he explained without really explaining. “You're not going to finish me off that way. Just suck enough to get me hard again. Then we'll do ... what else needs doing.”

Nabiki was a bit unsure, but the pressure from within was sufficient to convince her. She moved over and took his cock within her mouth, grimacing a bit at the mixture of fluids coating it. She closed her lips firmly and applied suction. Acting on some instinct, she pressed her tongue along his cock, then started sliding her mouth up and down along it.

It only took a few seconds of this before it was once more as hard as iron.

“Good enough,” he gasped, pulling himself out forcefully. “Now just stay like that. Or maybe ... lower yourself a bit.”

Nabiki didn't understand, but did as asked. Arata picked up the lotion he sometimes used while jacking off, and quickly spread a copious amount along his shaft. He knelt behind Nabiki, but did not touch her in any way which might telegraph his intentions. He held onto her waist with one hand, while using the other hand to carefully position himself.

Then he pushed forward quickly. For a brief moment, Nabiki didn't understand where he was pressing. Then her sphincter gave way, and the head of Arata's cock popped inside her ass. Nabiki shrieked and tried to pull away, but his other hand had come around and the boy had a firm grip on her waist to hold her in place.

“That's my ass!” she cried out. “You're in the wrong hole!”

“Nope,” he replied, “I'm exactly where I mean to be.” He pushed several more centimeters inside, making it that much harder for her to dislodge him.

“I didn't say you could fuck my ass!” she shouted, wriggling around but unable to escape.

“You didn't say I couldn't,” he told her. “And as far as I'm concerned, this is what you owe me.” That part was a lie, but he stated it with no sense of shame.

“Take it out!” she begged.

“No,” Arata answered simply. He pushed more of himself inside, until nearly his entire rod was planted in her rear entrance. Then he stopped and held himself still, ignoring further pleas without response.

Nabiki finally gave up on asking him to stop and take it out, realizing that she was wasting her breath. At least he was no longer moving, which gave her a chance to adjust to the extremely wrong intrusion. In fact, the longer they stayed like this, the more the odd sensation turned into something not so very unlike pleasure. As her ass muscles involuntarily clenched and unclenched, these sensations increased.

After several minutes Nabiki found herself moving her butt a short distance along the staff on which she was spitted. Try though she might to prevent it, a small moan escaped her lips. At this point Arata began moving again. His movements were at first tiny and slow, but he gradually began to pick up the pace.

Nabiki failed to notice that she was making no protest about these further actions.

As Arata proceeded to screw her ass slowly but in earnest, Nabiki lost herself entirely to the feelings which she was now forced to describe as pleasurable. In fact, she started giving small pushes with her own hips to meet the incoming thrusts.

Arata leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “Do you like having me fuck your ass?”

Nabiki did not answered, but moaned a small “mmm.”

“Was that a yes?” he asked just as quietly.

“Yes, damn you!” she whispered back, but refused to say any more.

Not that any words were necessary. A couple of minutes later when Arata erupted and filled her bowels, Nabiki climaxed also, strongly and very, very vocally. When the boy pulled his cock out of her rear, she collapsed on the bed, shaking uncontrollably. She noticed nothing as he, inspired by Noboru's messages, pulled out his own digital camera and got a couple of pictures of his cum leaking out of her cunt and rosebud.

“Here,” Arata said a little later, tossing her a damp towel.

Nabiki didn't say a single additional word as she cleaned herself up, got dressed, and left. Mainly because she hadn't the least idea what she wanted to say. She was not at all happy that this jerk had done something like that to her without permission. At the same time she couldn't deny how good it had felt, that she might have given him permission if she'd had any idea what it would have been like, and that permission would not have been forthcoming if he had asked. And since she couldn't think of any way of learning whether any other boy might want to do that, if she ever decided she wanted to do it again, she just might have to accept another date with Arata to do so. It was all very confusing, and she silently walked down the street toward her next destination.

And in the meantime Arata was telling everyone about everything he'd just done with Nabiki. With the inclusion of uploaded copies of the photographs.

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When she knocked on the next door, Nabiki reflected that she would probably need to call it quits after this boy. For today. Heaven only knew how many days it would take her to make up for her longstanding frigidness, to all of the other boys she'd dated in the past.

She looked down and admired the jewel attached to her necklace. She was quite taken with it, and hoped Akane wouldn't think to ask for it back too soon. Thankfully none of the boys seemed to mind letting her wear it while they fucked. She looked back up and smiled as the door opened, ...

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Author's note:
I thought of including a couple of more boys, who would insist that Nabiki let first a brother, and then friends of a boy, screw her as well. Which she would give in and do thanks to the jewel's compulsion to do what was necessary to have sex with the primary boy. Plus there would be an increase from photographs to filming by the latter boy while she's screwing his friends (or all of them simultaneously). However, then I decided that this “scene” had already gone on long enough to make the point sufficiently complete, and that such additions wouldn't add enough to justify putting them in. So I'm stopping here, but feel free to imagine what happens with yet other boys.

Of course, Cologne would eventually recover the jewel. And Nabiki would not remember anything she did while wearing it. Except there would be plenty of talk around school, plus photographic and film evidence.