TITLE: Spanking Tracy

FANDOM: Clone playing with Mel Gibson and Russell Crowe characters

CHARACTERS: Mistress Tracy, Nick Marshall (Mel from What Women Want), and Mistress Max's Hando (Russell from Romper Stomper, EX-skinhead)

RATING: NC-17

WARNING: The title says it all. Please don't read if you don't like spanking stories.

AUTHOR: Max (sometimes known as MaxG) goss6@sover.net

FEEDBACK: Very much appreciated!

DISCLAIMER: Nope, not mine. I just wish they were.


Spanking Tracy
by Mel

It was driving him crazy that Tracy wanted him so badly. He knew Ruthie liked him, knew that Tammy, Anita and even Lori did too a little. But Tracy was different ... Tracy liked spankings. Hando hadn't spanked a woman since his movie, and god damn he missed it.

He wanted to so badly with his Mistress, even asked her outright if he could, but she had yet to allow it, only teasing him with promises that it would come when she was ready. In fact, she had already spanked HIM, and it was the only reason he knew she would reciprocate one day by putting her pert little butt over his lap for payback.

He practically drooled at the thought of it. Being spanked didn't turn him on physically, but because the woman he loved had wanted to that one time, he hadn't complained more than the obligatory macho-man amount. But the thought of spanking a hot woman again, that turned him on so much he began to fantasize continually about it. It had been far too long for a man such as he.

And not just cuz she likes spankings, he thought to himself, she lives with Nick, and we're mates. Hell, Nick even said he'd tag team her with me if our Mistresses allowed it. Can't forget something like that. Fook no.

The day came when he couldn't control it anymore. He had to get his hands on ass, he had to feel it tremble and heat beneath the palm of his hand. He had to spank. I'm bringing clones to her house tomorrow, he thought. I'll have to spend the night, and then when she's not looking, WHAM, I'll fooking do her good.

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Hando worked it all out with Nick by phone before he arrived. It was going to be Nick's night with Tracy, and that would make it perfect for them to carry out their plan. All Nick asked was to watch; he wanted to see his Mistress squirm and cry over the Crowe's lap. It would definitely be a turn-on for the Mel too.

"Hando! What do you want?" Tracy asked, wide-eyed when the skinhead walked right into her bedroom without even knocking.

He was leering, a confident gait to his walk and a prominent bulging in the front of his jeans that showed with no mistake what he wanted. She was in bed with Nick, both still night-clothed, and Nick grinned at Hando, who nodded over at him, deliberately not answering Tracy.

"Nick?" she asked, turning to her lover.

The look the Crowe was giving her was exciting, thrilling to her core, but she didn't understand why. Nick also didn't say a word, both men wanting her kept anxious, nervous, and he climbed out of bed in his sweatpants, quickly taking a seat in a chair in the corner of the room.

"Somebody better tell me what's going on," she grumped, crossing her arms over a chest that was covered in just a thin t-shirt.

In response, Hando walked over, grabbed her arm and roughly pulled her out of the bed. "Just a minute!" she cried and tried to pull away.

He wasn't hurting her, but she wasn't sure how she thought about it, especially being that he belonged to another Mistress. At Hando's growl and tightening of his grip, she immediately stopped protesting, though, and lowered her eyes. She couldn't help it, Hando was reaching a part of her no other man quite had, and that part of her reached right back to Hando.

Submission; that was what Hando was all about. He could take orders from his Mistress, even take them from MadMax and Benjamin occasionally for her sake, but it went against everything in his nature, a nature that was pure dominance.

Nick understood that perfectly. Although a strong man, his nature wasn't as dominant as Hando's, but he respected power, and he knew power when he saw it. This particular Crowe radiated power, raw sexual power over women, often even over men, and it was a kind of power Nick Marshall was content to enjoy a piece of in this way. Being friends with Hando could get one into trouble, serious trouble, but it certainly had its perks.

"Speak again without permission and ya won't like what I do," Hando grunted down at her. "Understood?"

Tracy nodded.

"Good girl, now take yer shirt off."

Her face lifted, terror stricken, and she looked over at Nick for help.

"Look at me!" Hando snarled and pulled her face back to his with an almost painful grip under her chin. "Don't ya fooking look at'm, bitch. He ain't gonna help ya. Yer mine now. Mine."

Nick just smiled. It was all part of the game.

"Please," she whimpered up at him. "Please, just one question, Hando."

Graciously, he released her completely and stood back. "Well, since ya asked so nice .. one question."

"What about .. Max?" If he didn't answer her, she was going to scream holy hell for Martin. He would certainly rescue her from this insaneness.

Hando's lip twitched. He had fully expected it, as he knew none of the Mistresses on the list would touch another man's clone. "She's fine with it. Knows how much ya want me. Even did something to me to make it possible."

Hando was referring to the runaway story, the story where he had actually tried to be with another woman but hadn't been able to due to his deep love for his Mistress. That wasn't going to be an issue with Tracy, however, as his Mistress had managed to use the cloning oven to give him this thoughtful gift; a gift for him for making First again, and a gift for Tracy, her friend.

"Make what possible?" Tracy asked, forgetting his order to remain quiet.

"ENOUGH!" he roared.

She immediately looked down again, biting her lip fearfully.

From the corner, Nick almost clapped.

"Now don't make me say it again," he warned. "Take yer shirt off."

With trembling arms, keeping her eyes lowered the entire time, Tracy complied. She was now standing in only her bright pink silk bikini-cut panties, nothing else.

"Very nice," Hando drawled and looked her up and down carefully as her face reddened even more, struggling to stay focused on those large black combat boots so near. "Turn around."

Pause.

"Tracy ..."

She turned, slowly with jerking movements, unsure of herself under such intense sexual scrutiny. Hando didn't care; every move she made was beautiful in her fear of him. He was eating it up, hardening even more.

"Nice piece ya got here, Nick," he grunted, as Nick nodded back, eyes shining.

Tracy risked an upward look, and seeing that look in Nick's eyes brought yet another dampening of her already soaking panties. Hando, standing close enough to her, actually sniffed the air and then grinned knowingly. He couldn't wait to get that wet heat under his hand.

"Nick tells me you've been bad, Tracy," he said and moved even closer.

Her head shook no, as she sucked in breath in worry at what he was leading to. She knew that Nick knew her secret fantasy, and she knew now that Nick must have told Hando. It made her quiver, wetting her panties again.

"Good girl," he purred, as his nostrils flared at the scent. "Deserve a reward fer that. Look at me." And he slowly lifted his shirt, pulling it right over
his head to drop it to the floor. "But ya were bad too, and now I'm here to punish ya."

"Oh God," she murmured, as her knees went weak at not only the magnificent sight of that bare chest and broad shoulders but at his choice of words. She felt close to fainting.

"It's oh Hando, luv," he corrected her. "Now tell me what ya want."

"You?" she squeaked, as her eyes riveted on the large black bone tattoos he proudly wore from his high neck down to his fingers on one arm. None of her other men had anything like it, anything so .. so .. primal ..

"And?" he prompted.

"I .. I want .."

"Say it, Tracy," he urged and ran his hand lightly down the side of one silky arm. "Say it or I'll leave."

"No please," she whispered, quivering under his touch. "Don't leave."

"Say it."

"Spank me." Two words breathed on the electrified current filling the room.

"Louder." Hando wasn't even smiling; he was quite serious.

"Spank me." A voice still so soft.

With a grunt of disgust, he turned on his heel and headed to the door. Tracy would either play right, or he wouldn't play at all. He was one arrogant son of a bitch at this game. His rules ... or no game.

"SPANK ME," she called out firmly at his back, desperately, using every ounce of willpower she had to not run after him and cling to his body.

"Who?" he sneered, turning around to show his disgust at her with a cruel curl of his lip.

"SPANK ME, HANDO." Her eyes were no longer lowered, they were high, almost defiant in facing his head-on, and Hando's own eyes glittered back at her, enjoying the little willful display she was showing him as she wisely kept her place, still submissive in waiting.

Sidestepping her, he reached over and pulled another chair out, placing it right in the middle of the floor. Hando was an exhibitionist, and he was ready to put on the main event for his friend.

He sat in the chair, legs spread, slouching somewhat in a typical relaxed male stance, and he cocked his head slightly, nodding at Tracy to indicate that she should come to him. Her legs seemed stuck, however, fighting with the rest of her body that wanted to go and the mind that wanted to stay. But that body won out, in need of what he could give her, and the legs lost, carrying her desire where it wanted to be.

"Very good girl," he said that time and reached out his other hand to stroke teasingly down the side of her thigh.

His hand moved slowly, up her waist, then down the curve of her hip, over the thigh again, not touching anything else. It left goosebumps behind, and Tracy shivered at the sensation he invoked so easily.

"Beautiful," he complimented her. "Time to unwrap the rest." And with no preamble, he hooked his thumbs into the sides of her panties and yanked, roughly pulling them down in one swift motion.

Tracy's face flushed again, her breathing hitched, and Hando watched every reaction carefully, smiling just a barest hint to show her he was pleased.

That helped her, knowing he liked it, and she glanced over at Nick, helping her even more when her Mel winked quickly in reassurance. It was one thing to fantasize about having this large, very intense skinhead spank her, but it was quite another thing to be faced with the reality of it. If Nick hadn't been in the room, she would have been truly frightened of the Crowe who held such command over her. Only the presence of a man she knew honestly loved her was keeping her still.

Of course, Hando and Nick had already thought of that, yet another reason the two had carefully discussed it all beforehand. They trusted each other now. What had happened with Daniel in that city had bonded Nick and Hando in friendship too, and they were ready to share the ultimate in male bonding now ... a woman's pleasure.

Blue-green eyes lowered momentarily to take in the light sprinkling of hair at her groin. He liked that, not a lot, not completely shaven; just what he
preferred when going down on a woman. His fingers trailed through it, all the while watching her face, then over her clitoris in a light flickering touch, and then plunging in fast; two fingers deep and hard.

"OOOOOH!" Tracy cried, as he legs buckled and she reached out for support.

Hando just batted her hands away; making it known he would not help her in any way.

Immediately, she got the hint, and she forced herself to stand straight again. But it was excruciating, the pleasure racing through her body as those two fingers worked velvet muscles so skillfully and her legs trembled in place.

"Please, please, please," she started moaning, on the verge.

Hando's other hand hadn't moved, other than to rub himself over his jeans; a wicked sight that she couldn't tear her eyes from.

"Please what?" he asked with a very sadistic smile.

"I need . please .."

"Say it, Tracy."

"Hando, pleeeeeeease, I need to c ..c ..cum."

"Of course ya do, luv ... but ya won't." And he pulled his hand away, grinning widely that time.

Tracy wanted to die.

Once again, Nick wanted to clap.

Hando just sat there, though, slowly lifted his fingers to his face, and holding her eyes the whole time, licked them clean with long laps of his tongue, moving his lips all around them.

She really wanted to die.

And Nick didn't think he could possibly get any harder.

Moving fast then, so fast that she didn't even seen it coming, Hando pulled her down over his lap ... and slapped her ass.

"OH!" she squealed and automatically kicked, struggling to get away from such a sharp unexpected pain.

"Oh no ya don't, bitch," he growled, in no mood to fight and struck her backside even harder in warning.

Her mouth opened in shock, but nothing came out that time, as Nick, still quiet in the corner, began to lean forward in his chair.

"Now hold still and take it or it'll be even worse fer ya."

This is what I wanted, she screamed in her head. She wanted to be spanked, spanked by Hando, and all she had to do was lay still like he wanted. So why then was it so hard to do?

Because it hurt.

It hurt bad.

That hand came down all over, no rhythm, no pattern, deliberately keeping her off guard as he cracked her over and over again from one cheek to the other and down her thighs. Tears that had sprung to her eyes at the first strike overflowed, trailing quietly down her face onto the floor, as she bit her lips, desperately keeping herself from crying out. The last thing she wanted was one of her other men to come to her rescue; the last thing she wanted was Hando to stop.

And he wouldn't. He spanked her so long and so hard that Nick began fidgeting in his seat, his hand rubbing at his erection as his breath deepened and his eyes devoured it all. This was a lesson he wanted to learn too.

"Ya wanna cum, Tracy?" Hando asked, stopping the assault.

She nodded, turning her head so he could see the pleading in her eyes, the tears streaking her face. He hadn't let her move against him the entire time; his other hand was holding her too firmly in place.

"Soon, luv," he promised with a soft voice and gentle smile .. and then cracked her across the ass again.

Loud whimpering began, although she managed not to scream as he continued. Her bottom was flaming hot now, covered with deep bruising handprints, and it made Hando quite proud to see it, an artist of the flesh.

"There, there," he soothed, as she sniffled and chuffed while his hand stilled over those exquisite cheeks and the restraining hand finally relaxed to rub gentle circles around her back. "I only gave ya what ya wanted, so no more crying, luv. It's over."

"Over? Nooooo!" she wailed and finally was able to thrust her groin against him for desperate relief. "Spank me more Hando, please! I need to cum so bad!"

If he didn't restrain her again, she knew it would be less than a minute before she would explode against his leg; release all the tension building within against that hard heat of his that was pressing into her thigh.

"Not like this ya don't," he chuckled and stood her up.

Tracy thought for sure she would pass out, but Hando decided to take pity on her that time. Being careful to keep her away from his body, he stood, steadied her with his hands on her arms and used a head signal to Nick that it was time for the Mel to join the game.

Nick knew exactly what to do, and he slid into the now empty chair, unbuckled his pants just enough, and pulled out his throbbing manhood for Tracy to see. She dived right for it, realizing then that Hando wasn't going to let her near his body, and Nick moaned loudly, as full lips took him right in. Suck Nick, she thought desperately. Suck him good and then he'll suck me.

Tracy wouldn't need that, though, because little did she know, Hando was right behind her, opening his jeans just enough too to release his own straining member. He didn't ask, he didn't hesitate, he didn't make a sound; he just thrust forward between her legs, spreading her thighs as he went, and filled her in one long stroke.

A muffled scream of pleasure erupted from her on that Mel cock, and both men locked eyes for a moment over her back, sharing a very satisfied male smile of triumph.

Instantly, even with the burning pain of her backside, she moved back against Hando, needing him, as his hips snapped forward again with large hands gripping hard into the flesh of her hips. Head bobbing up and down over Nick, body grinding back and forth impaled on Hando, and it wasn't long before they each felt it surging, a climax building to end all on the horizon.

Hando began grunting fiercely, slamming harder and deeper into her as his face reddened and his fingers turned white in their hold to those hips frantically meeting his. It was so all-consuming that Tracy gave up trying to suck Nick under the onslaught of such Crowe-induced ecstasy and began crying loudly against the Mel's stomach, her hand stroking him instead, as Nick groaned and rubbed her shoulders and back.

"YES! YES! HANDO!" she shrieked and came only seconds before the men, who roared their own releases, although one closed his eyes, as another woman flashed briefly through his mind.

Tracy was crying tears again, gasping, and she looked up at Nick, who smiled down at her, and then turned around to look at Hando, who had already withdrawn and was standing, zipping himself back up.

"Thank you," she panted heavily and stood with Nick's help, handing Hando his shirt.

He took the shirt, stared warmly into her eyes, quirked his mouth for a moment in considering what to say, typically decided on nothing, and leaned in instead, kissing one of the tears off her cheek.

Automatically, sighing happily, her mouth moved upwards in search of his, but Hando being Hando smirked and ran only his tongue fully over her lips in place of a kiss.

It made her giggle, and she nodded in understanding. True kissing was too personal to Hando; he was a man of sex, his lips were meant for another.

Another? Max ..

"Awwwww shit," he groaned .. and rolled over and went back to sleep.



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