Whole Lotta Love
by Delirium
YOU NEED COOLIN’, BABY, I’M NOT FOOLIN’, I’M GONNA SEND YA BACK TO
SCHOOLIN’
Ohhhhh, that husky, sonorous voice… makes me squirm so much when I have
it blaring in my car at 90, threatening to shred my tender inner ears
with its impassioned clamor. Back to schoolin’… That thought makes me
sigh, as I know that’s where I WILL be tonight, in a sense anyway.
Stretched across a desk, my pleated skirt over my back, my white cotton
panties at my knees. I have to keep my legs at just the right angle so
my panties don’t slip to the floor. Body tensing in anticipation of the
first blow from Father Andrew’s paddle……
WAY DOWN INSIDE, HONEY, YOU NEED IT
Yes, my deepest, secret desire, though shameful to admit; I do need it
I’M GONNA GIVE YOU MY LOVE, GONNA GIVE YOU MY LOVE
Mmmmmmm, give it to me, you will, I’m sure. For my own good.
WANNA WHOLE LOTTA LOVE, WANNA WHOLE LOTTA LOVE……….
I certainly do - it’s all I ever think about. Slowly, my hand creeps
down inside my panties, which I notice are soaked. I fight the urge to
close my eyes, not wanting to be found amidst the mangled ruins of my
car in a state of embarrassing dishabille, Led Zeppelin still blasting
my speakers, Mother mourning my loss while wondering if I were wearing
clean underwear….
YOU BEEN LEARNIN’, BABY, I MEAN LEARNIN’, ALL THE GOOD TIMES, BABY, BABY
I’VE BEEN YEARNIN’
HE’S been yearnin’? I close my eyes, my legs tightening as the
vibrations of the bumpy freeway –- A horn startles me from my
abstraction just in time and I open my eyes in time to swerve and avoid
hitting the guardrail. The guy behind me honks again and speeds around
me, yelling something I couldn’t hear even if I wanted to over the
music. Oh, I’ve pondered the pointless question so often as of late,
and come to the conclusion that yes, I am quite obsessed! All I want is
to return to the wide-eyed fearful innocence of childhood, to be the
naughty little girl whose life was kept on the right track with loving
guidance from a stern, handsome man. Over his knee, my poor little
bottom bared, his hand making me sting, and jump, and struggle. I can
feel his hardness pressing into my stomach as I writhe in pain. Was
that a moan I heard? Is he enjoying his duty? Somehow that thought
makes me smile, and I know it’s what I deserve.
WAY, WAY DOWN INSIDE, HONEY YOU NEED IT;
Way WAY down inside? Oh no… he can’t mean…
I’M GONNA GIVE YOU MY LOVE, GONNA GIVE YOU MY LOVE - WANNA WHOLE LOTTA
LOVE…….
Did he say "whole" or "hole?" I shiver as I feel the lightning
pinpricks of sinful craving engulfing me like a swarm of ants over my
body. My eyes are glazed, though still open, and I see beyond the heat
wave of cars pouring out across the asphalt. Pouring. I see the big,
red bag. The nozzle. The coiled hose. I hear the water running, smell
the soap. I bury my face in my hands and feel like I’m going to lose
control. Scolded and lying face-down on the bed a pillow under my
bottom, raising it up for him, my legs spread wide apart and tied to the
bedposts, I beg and plead - no, no please….. It’s no use. It never
is. For my resistance, I am spanked again, this time with the
hairbrush. Hard and fast. Now I’m more contrite, though still
terrified and embarrassed and scarlet. Way down inside, all the way
inside… First his finger, then - OH! The cold, slippery invader - my
most intimate and private place - now it’s his. I’m completely
helpless, completely defenseless.
I hear the music in my head, the tickling rubber-band sounds in the
background, reminding me of the water that is dripping, dripping, now
flowing gently, oh, so warm, into my most secret little spot, that
virginal little rosebud. The glissando of the guitar shrieking,
mirroring my own inner torment, the percussive pounding, the primal,
driving attacks of both guitar and drums, electric, sinful, irresistibly
obscene - truly the Devil’s music! Then the crescendo building as the
voice gasps and screams, building to the loud crash of thunder…
exploding within me as I writhe and cry out, begging for it to be over,
but it’s not time yet. The word "love" echoing somewhere in the back of
my mind, over and over again…. Then he is touching my other secret
place, the dewy little slit that belies my true feelings, the merciless
pounding of the music overwhelming my senses. In spite of myself, in
spite of all I’ve been taught, my body betrays me. Pulling futilely
against my bonds, I feel myself tingling all over, racing towards that
excruciating intermingling of pleasure and pain.
Now the water has stopped, and the relentless throbbing of the demoniac
guitar has been replaced by a different throbbing. I tighten every
muscle in my body, straining to keep the water inside, as his finger
takes the place of the nozzle. The sweet torture of having to control
myself while being so completely OUT of control is exquisite. Panting
with a desperate hunger and longing, I finally feel the swell of passion
overtake me and I implode, gasping and digging my nails into the pillow
in front of me, my body quivering and racked with long, pulsing,
undulating waves.
And now I know I can’t hold it any longer. He releases me and I scurry
to find relief. It has taken so much out of me, and when I return on
shaky legs, I’m trembling all over, exhausted and totally spent. Then
that voice again…..
YOU’VE BEEN COOLIN’, BABY, I’VE BEEN DROOLIN’, ALL THE GOOD TIMES, BABY
I’VE BEEN MISUSIN’
I bask in the aura of sublime rapture, wondering how I could have the
strength for anything more.
WAY, WAY DOWN INSIDE, I’M GONNA GIVE YA MY LOVE, GONNA GIVE YA EVERY
INCH OF MY LOVE, GONNA GIVE YA MY LOVE
Every inch…. Realization dawning, I blush once more, positioning myself
for him again.
WANNA WHOLE LOTTA LOVE………….
Oh yes, I do, I want it all, every drop, every inch, everything! I want
it all! He takes me in my now-immaculate passageway, making me gasp and
cry out again, dizzy with impossible debauchery. I lose myself in the
sensations once more, hearing the raspy voice echoing through the
darkened catacombs of my mind….
WAY DOWN INSIDE, WOMAN, YOU NEED
Tensing for it ---
LOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE
Oohhhh, that scream….. and the pounding, pulsing, driving guitar again,
sending me over the edge. I melt into the bed, purified by my
breathtaking glimpse into madness, shaking with intense desire.
SHAKE FOR ME, GIRL - I WANNA BE YOUR BACKDOOR MAN
This brings a smile to my lips as he continues to wail and moan in my
ears, ravishing me over and over again with Mephistophelean ecstasy,
soft, sultry blinking neon lights twinkling behind my eyes….
I drift out of my reverie to see the flashing blue and red lights behind
me and I jump. I look down at the speedometer - 110 mph! Now my
stomach is filled with butterflies. I slow the car and guide it slowly
towards the shoulder of the freeway, glancing nervously at my flushed
face and neck in the rearview mirror. Oh God, why have you forsaken me?
I think miserably, but not without a touch of wistful amusement at the
irony. I watch the cop marching towards my car like a Nazi on parade
and I know there will be no talking or crying my way out of this one. I
only pray he doesn’t make me get out of the car, though perhaps the
dampness between my thighs would persuade him to let me off. As I take
a deep breath and reach for my license, I hear the taunting, teasing
voice over the rolling guitar…….
KEEP A-COOLIN’, BABY, KEEP A-COOLIN’, BABY
Cool? I shake my head with a smile. Oh no. Quite warm, in fact…..