Kindred Spirit Lodge Presents
Love for Alison
by Nessa & Ally
February 12th, 2002
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(the Lord and the Lady) --
Nessa stood at the window looking out at the gardens below. The sunshine was rare enough this time of year. It was heartening to see it. She turned to look into the room. tris rested quietly in bed now.
killian came and brought tea and herbs for tris to nurse her cold. The dear wench cleaned up the room and took the towels out when she went. "Such an easy lass to love." thought Nessa as she watched her leave with her arms full of towels.
Nessa's thoughts went to Alison. The last she saw her was when she took tea to her room two mornings ago. The Gentle Warrior was not doing well since her beloved twilight left. Nessa loved her friend. She wanted to help as Alison helped her in so many ways. She would go to her and coax her into the sunshine. There is nothing like the sun to heal the heart.
Nessa hurried to Alison's door. She was excited, being sure that this was just what her friend needed. She knocked. No answer. Again loudly. Not a stirring. The Lord knew that Alison was not gone. She put her face next to the door and spoke loudly. "Alison, I know you're in there! I'll not be lettin' you hide away like this!! Open the door." Nessa waited. A small ruffling sound came but still no answer. This time Nessa roared. "Alison, open the bloody door or I'll kick it off it's hinges! NOW!"
The door opened slightly. It was enough. Nessa pushed it inward hard. She saw Alison fall back and stumble from the force. The woman nearly hit the floor but recovered her footing quickly as any good Warrior might.
Alison was furious. "How fucking dare you, Nessa?" She screamed. "Just what in the name of Gaia do you think you are doing barging in here like this!? Get the fuck out!!" With that Alison threw her weight against the brick wall that was Nessa. She was a good Warrior with weapons. She could blow a poison dart with the force and accuracy of Artemis Herself. But when it came to brute strength, she was no match for Nessa.
Nessa held Alison back at arms length, gripping her upper arms. "Alison, what are you doing? Can't you see that I only want to help?" She felt Alison relax. The look in her face changed from fury to hopelessness. The woman slumped as Nessa held her.
"I don't need your help."
"I know you are hurting. I thought it might do some good to get out into the sunshine... maybe have a picnic."
This brought even more sorrow to the Gentle Warrior. She went on frequent and joyous picnics with her beloved twilight. She looked up at the Lord's gray eyes and hissed. "What do you know about my hurting? What would you know about just what would do me any good? For that matter... what do you know about loving someone?"
It bit into Nessa. This was her friend. She knew Alison hurt terribly and was striking out. But this shutting herself up and languishing in a dark room would not do. She had to do something. But what?
Nessa thought back to the time when she lost the wench who belonged to another. She remembered how she wanted to do her own kind of hiding by running off to the forest with tris. Klancy took it upon herself to help her work it out in the way of the Warrior. Klancy wrestled with her in the dirt of the corral until they were both too exhausted to go on... but it worked. It took all the twisted up pain and threw it out.
Nessa just could not see herself tackling Alison and wrestling her to her senses. Alison was not the usual kind of Warrior. She had the manner and the gentleness of a..... a wench. Suddenly a dawning came upon the Lord. Alison went from wench to Warrior in action. But in truth, Alison was still very much a wench. She thought like a wench, and she felt like a wench and by all the signs, she acted like a wench.
Nessa narrowed her eyes to slits and growled. "What do I know about hurting? I'll show you. What do I know about what would do you good? I'll show you that too. And what do I know about loving someone? You'll know it when you feel it, lass."
Nessa pushed the startled woman back toward the big chair. Without another word she pulled Alison down with her as she sat on the chair. She draped her across her lap. The robe Alison was wearing was hardly enough to shield her even if Nessa hadn't pulled it away from her naked body. Nessa held her friend tight and for the second time that day she began to whale on a friend's beautiful ass.
And this was indeed one beautiful ass. Nessa slapped it hard and delighted in how red it was getting. Alison's cries were loud and her kicks were furious, but Nessa had a good hold. She kept to a steady rhythm of spanking the yelling wench. Nessa did not tire easily. She listened for the cries of anger to turn to cries of pleading.
When she heard Alison at last cry, "No more, Lord Nessa. Please.. no more," she responded as she spanked, "Does it hurt? Do I know about hurting lass?"
"Yes, my Lord!"
"Is this doing you any good? Do I know about what will do you good, lass?"
"Yeeeesss, My Lord"
"And do I know about loving someone, Alison? Tell me, do you feel my love?"
"Oh yes, my Lord... yes."
Nessa stopped. She let her lovely Alison lay across her like that for a minute. Her ass was glowing. She suddenly pulled her up and around to sit squarely on her lap. She brushed hair out of a pretty tearful face. Alison looked at Lord Nessa contritely and said. "I'm sorry I hurt you."
The Warrior cupped Alison's face in one hand and brought it close. She kissed the sweet mouth and said. "Now, I expect you to know how much you are loved and needed. You'll be coming out for a picnic and you will be having dinner with me and tris. You will not be running away with your heartache.
Nessa watched while Alison got up and dressed. She was going to have to do something about the heat that gathered inside her. It would be white hot before this evening was over.
Alison couldn't believe what Nessa had done, just barging in and doing what she did. Had been quite some time since Alison had been handled by a warrior, now being one herself. I mean let's face it, folks, Warriors didn't go around spanking other Warriors, just wasn't done, mores the pity. Alison dressed, well aware of the burning of her backside and the ache it created elsewhere in her too.
After she was fully clothed she went back over to where Nessa sat. Alison straddled her lap, wrapped her arms around Nessa and kissed her deeply. Leaning in Alison whispered in Nessa's ear, "Thank you, my precious friend, and I love you too." Alison rose, softly caressed Nessa's face and headed towards the door. "Well, you coming or what? Spank a girl then you have to feed her...thems the rules." A small smile even crossed her face and shone in her eyes.
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The End - 'Love for Alison' - by Lord Nessa and Lady Alison