Old Friends

I got home early from work on Friday afternoon.  I was hungry and decided to walk down to the corner market.  I had already taken off my work clothes and put on something flirty, just because.  A short skirt, some white cotton panties, not a thong, and not the school-girl kind, somewhere in between.  I took off my bra, and put on a tank top.  It was not too hot, and not too cold outside, but I guessed you could see my nipples when a breeze hit me.

I was picking out apples in the produce section, and I saw a hottie out of the corner of my eye.  He had his back to me, so I could totally check him out.  Athletic build, simply dressed,amazing ass, beautiful shoulders and arms. Yum.  He looked like he was about to turn around, so I looked up to catch his eye.

L! He said.  I smiled a big smile.  E, I haven't seen you in forever!  Did you move to the NW, I asked.  Yeah about a year ago, he said.  How about you, he asked?  A year and a half ago, I said.

I knew E from the art scene on the east coast when we were in college.  I had always wanted to make out with him, and we often flirted when we ran into each other at various gatherings, but I had never really gotten to hang out with him for more than a few minutes here and there.

What are you up to this evening, E asked.  Oh, you know just planning an apple bobbing contest, I said, looking down at the apples in my shopping cart.  He laughed.  You always made me laugh, L.  I was embarrassed, because he always made me nervous and say something stupid because he was so fucking hot.  

Do you want to get some coffee, he asked, I mean after your contest.  I smiled.  Sure, I live right around the corner, we could go to my place for “free” coffee.  I mean, it’s free to me because I stole it from work, I said.  Joking, I said.  He laughed again.  Again, I felt like a goofball.

We walked over to my apartment talking about those days, 20 years ago.  I always had a crush on you, L, he said.  I think my jaw dropped open.  Seriously, he said.  You were a hottie.  You still are, L.  He looked me up and down.  I giggled.

I unlocked the door to my apartment, and he held the door open for me.  Ha, I said, you were always a gentleman.  Not always, he smiled.  I felt my clit tingle.  Geez, he is hot, and I am such a horny teenager.

I showed him around.  My apartment was small, a living room and kitchen and my bedroom off to the side.  The best part was the bathroom.  It had been remodeled and had an enormous, clawfoot bathtub.  

Nice place, he said.  Thank you, I said.  And by the way, it was I who had a crush on you, I smiled.  But you were too scared to ask out a black man, he laughed.  Well, yeah I said because I figured you’d be more than I could handle.  He cracked up, and I giggled.  

Would you like some coffee, I asked.  Sure, he said, black.  I laughed.  Just kidding, do you have milk, he asked.  Yes, heavy cream, in fact, I said.  That sounds perfect.  It was fun to tease each other.  I liked his flirty vibe.

He sat on my couch, which was technically a loveseat.  This is cozy, he said.  Yeah, petite, but adorable, I said.  Like you, he said.  I giggled again.  I gave him his coffee and sat down next to him.

So, you had a crush on me, huh, L?  Yeah, I thought you were so cool and sexy and way out of my league, I said.  He laughed.  That’s hilarious, he said.  Oh yeah? I said.   Because I thought the same thing about you, he said.  Well, it’s a good thing I was stocking up on apples today, huh, I said.  Sure is, he said.

He turned towards me and reached up to grab the side of my face and pulled me in to kiss him.  His lips were so soft, and he stuck his tongue deep in my mouth.  Holy shit.  I was getting wet already.  His tongue felt strong.  He was confident, and he had every reason to be.

He turned towards me and grabbed the back of my neck with the his other. hand.  The more aggressive he got, the more turned on I was.  L, I have wanted to do that for a long time, he said.  Yeah, was the only thing I could manage to get out.  He smiled.

Could I use your restroom, he asked.  Sure, over there, I pointed to the open door.  

I was glad I had decided to wear my cute tank top and cute panties.  I hoped he would lift up my skirt to see them.

He opened the door to the bathroom.  Come here, he said.  I stood up and walked over.  He grabbed my hips and pulled me close into him.  He kissed me again, this time with more force.  He ran his hands down my ass and back up, starting to lift up my skirt.  Yum, I thought.

Damn, L, if you weren’t as white as that cream, I’d say this ass didn’t belong to a white girl.  I laughed.  I had my hands on his shoulders and moved them around his back and down to his ass.  Same, I said.  He laughed,  He turned us around 180° and pushed me backwards into the bathroom.  He was holding my neck with one hand and his other hand in the small of my back.  I could feel his cock getting hard as he pressed up against me.  I was getting wetter.

I reached down for his cock.  Not so fast, he said, as he grabbed my arm and turned me around, putting my arm behind my back.  I grinned.  OK, I said.  He took my other arm and put it behind my back.  L, have you ever been spanked over this bathtub?  

No, but I just moved into this place a month and a half ago, I said.  He laughed.  Do you want to be spanked over this bathtub, he asked.  Yes, please, I said.  He laughed again.  He took my arms and pinned them behind my back and bent me over the tub.  He lifted up my skirt and rubbed my ass, running his fingers along the sides of my panties in the front and the back.  He ran his hands in between and on the back of my thighs, then along the couple of inches of fabric that ran up the middle of my panties.  He moved my legs apart further with his hand.  He pushed my back down so my back was arched and my legs were straight.  He had big hands, and I could not wait for him to spank me with them.

I wouldn’t say he started off hard, but it definitely stung.  It felt like he could cover an entire side with each slap.  He knew exactly where to hit me, in between the top of my legs and the bottom of my ass.  Every few slaps, up in between my legs.  While he held me down over the bathtub with his hip and spanked me with his hand, I heard him unbuckling his belt.  I was so wet.

He took off his belt and lifted me up and started to tie my wrists together with it.  I was so hot for him.  I have some “toys” in my bedroom if you’re interested, I smiled.  I led him into my bedroom while he held my wrists together.  I opened the drawer.  Damn, L.  This is quite a collection.  Have you used all these?  Yeah, LOTS of times.  We laughed.

He let my wrists go just long enough to pull my tank top up over my head.  He cupped my breasts with his hands and squeezed them, then pinched my nipples. Nice, he said. He ran his hands down my waist and pulled my skirt down around my ankles.  He slowly pulled down my panties, running his hand in between my legs, feeling how wet I was.  

I guess you liked that spanking, he asked.  I nodded, smiling.  He put the belt around my wrists and tied them together, pulling the buckle tight.  He took a paddle out of my drawer.  It was a bigger one, and I was excited about his choice.  He held my wrists and led me to the bed.  Up, he said.  I climbed up on the bed.  Get on your knees.  I did, and my arms were straight, holding me up.  He got on the bed and pushed my head and upper back down and my arms stretched out in front of me.  

He took my hair, which was in a messy bun, in his fist.  He whispered in my ear, you need a paddling, don’t you, L.  Yes, I said.  If I go too far, you’ll let me know.  Yes, I said, but you won’t. 

He stayed beside me on the bed pushing my upper body down and keeping my ass up.  He started paddling me.  It hurt.  More than the spanking, but it felt good.  I was very warm from the spanking, so he could hit me hard with the paddle.  You have been a bad girl since I saw you last, haven’t you, L, he said.  Yes, I said.  It’s a good thing I ran into you, then, right, L.

So, I could give you what you deserve.  Yes, I said.  Please, I said.  More, I thought.

He paddled me for a long time, right up to my edge, but he stopped without me saying anything.  Damn, L, your ass is on fire.  Before I knew he had even moved, he was behind me and inside me.  I was so wet, his cock went all the way in right away.   

He filled me and rammed into me fast.  He had his fist in my hair and the other hand on my hips, pulling me into him while he came forward into me.  Holy shit, L, you are so wet and so tight.  I was panting and couldn’t do anything except moan.  

I thought he would come inside me from behind, but he flipped me over onto my back then put my legs up onto his left shoulder.  He knelt down as he rammed into me, holding my legs up so I could take all of his cock.  He used his right hand to spank me a few times between thrusts.  He could move his hips so fast, I couldn’t stop myself from coming.  

L, he said, I’m going to come, too, and I want you to come when I do.  I nodded.  He was ramming into me so fast and so deep, I couldn’t stop the next orgasm from coming.  We both cried out and he let my legs fall to the side and he leaned on top of me.  We were both out of breath.

E, I said.  Yes, baby, he said.  I’m not going back.  We laughed.  

 

All In

I don’t remember the words I said exactly, but I do remember not using a pleasant tone of voice, and I remember whatever it was, that it didn’t meet at least two of the three criteria I try to use before I say something out loud.  Not just when I am talking to V, but talking with anyone, just to be a decent human - 1)is it necessary, 2)is it nice?, 3)is it true?

V was sitting at the kitchen table, and he grabbed my wrist as I walked over to the sink from the other room.  He held on tight.  At first I thought he was being silly, but then I turned and saw the look on his face.  Pissed.  I think I returned that look with one that was similarly outraged.  Don’t act like you don’t fucking know how you just spoke to me, he said.  I think the blood rushed out of my face, and I started to open my mouth to say something to excuse my behavior.  Before I could say anything, he said, go get the cane.

I knew where the rattan cane was that V kept on top of the bookcase in the living room.  After we had been dating about a week, he told me about corporal punishment that was administered in countries like Singapore.  He said, he thought that was over the top.  However, he showed me his cane, which was maybe half the size of ones they used, and told me that if he had to punish me with his, I would find myself standing during every meeting at work for at least a week, and that I would be cursing him every minute of driving or any other time I had to sit down.  

I had pretty much forgotten about that cane because I didn’t think it would ever come up again.  I’m a kind and honest person, I thought to myself.  But, of course, no one is perfect.

Fuck, I thought.  Last night he spanked me with his hand and with the belt, so my ass was already pretty sore.  I went over to the bookcase and had to stand on my tiptoes to reach the cane.  I felt it and took it down.

He had gotten out a stool and put it in the middle of the kitchen floor.  Up, he said.  I got up on the stool.  It was maybe a foot tall.  Bend over, touch your toes, he said.  I looked at him as if to protest again, and he said, L, in a tone of voice that I knew meant, do not fuck with me.  I bent down to touch my toes.  Legs, straight he said.  I stretched my fingers down and straightened my knees.

He reached up and lifted my skirt up over my back then yanked my panties down to my ankles.  

You’re counting to 50, L.  I argued, 50?!  He hit me once on the back of my thighs and said, L, again, in the tone that I knew I should shut the fuck up.  When he told me about the corporal punishment cane, he said they administer however many strokes “of the best,” meaning, they were very accurate and very hard.  I knew this was going to be 50 “of the best,” except now it was 51 because we hadn’t actually started yet.

I put my head down, straightened my knees and reached my fingertips down.  He hit me very squarely in the middle of my ass, and it felt like a lightning bolt.  One, I said.  Good girl, he said.  He waited maybe a second before he hit me again.  Two.  He kept the strokes coming every 2 to 3 seconds, which was brutal, but I kept telling myself, at that pace it meant the whole thing would be over sooner.  Four.  He started moving the strokes from my ass down the back of my thighs.  I had counted 10 when he was about a third of the way down the back of my legs.  After 11 he started moving back up again.  

Your ass looks fucking amazing, L, he said.  I couldn’t think about that at all because I was just trying not to fall off the stool and not to lose count.  15.  I mean, I don’t ever want you to fucking talk to me like that again, 20, but if you do, these raised red stripes look fucking hot on you, he said.  22.  

I was starting to bend my knees and starting to reach up to grab my ass around 30.  L, he said.  Do you want me to give you extra.  I shook my head no.  Touch your fucking toes.  31.  I was crying out now with every stroke.  I was trying so hard to just keep counting and not move my hands.  

Fucking hell, V, 35.  Do not fucking talk to me like that, L, and this will never have to happen again.  I was crying now, and I couldn’t help but bend my knees after every stroke.  47.  48.  49.  50.  

He caught me before I fell off the stool.  He carried me over to the sofa and laid me on my tummy.  He left the room, but I didn’t fucking care because I didn’t want to see his face.  

A few minutes later, I had stopped crying, and he came and sat next to me on the ottoman by the sofa.  He had brought me a glass of cold water which I drank in one gulp.  Then he lifted my skirt up onto my back and started rubbing my ass with some almond oil.  Damn, babe.  You are marked up.  I moaned.  What he was doing now felt amazing.

Do you remember what you said to me now, he asked?  I didn’t want to tell him no, but I didn’t want to lie either.  No, I don’t, I said.   But I quickly said, but I do remember how I said it, and I remember it wasn’t a necessary or nice thing to say.  That is true, he said.  The details don’t matter if you remember that, he said.

He rubbed my ass then moved down my legs, between my legs, then up my inner thighs.  L, you look so fucking hot.  I turned onto my side.  Fuck, that was ouch.  Nope, I said.  I got down on my knees on the floor and put my head in his lap.  I stayed there for a few minutes and just breathed in his scent.  He smelled clean, but he also had the smell that guys have after sex.  I was already so wet of course, but breathing him in made me wetter.

I started to unbutton and unzip his pants.  L, you don’t have to, he said.  I didn’t say anything, just kept trying to get his pants down.  He laughed and stood up briefly so I could pull them down far enough to reveal his very hard cock.  

I grabbed it with one hand to put it in my mouth then grabbed the bottom of his ass with my other hand.  My nose was still kind of stuffy from crying, so it was hard to get a big enough breath in to get more of his cock into my mouth.  I licked it with my mouth open and then closed my lips around it to lick it again.  He moaned and started moving my head in closer.  L, he moaned again.  Babe, he said.  He was starting to breath fast.  I started moving my head in and out faster, trying to get more of his cock in my mouth.  He seemed like he was about to come when he picked me up by my upper arms and landed me back on his lap.  His cock went right inside me, and I was grinding on him, riding him back and forth.  I was so wet. 

He buried his face in my neck, biting me and kissing me.  Oh, L, he moaned into my ear.  He came inside me, then I came.  I stayed in his lap while we breathed in sync with each other, slowly returning to normal. 

He took in a deep breath.  I love you, he said.  I was surprised to hear him say that for the first time to me, but I didn’t hesitate at all.  I love you, too.

Getting Darker

        I went straight to V’s after work.  He had said he would make dinner for me.  I knocked on the door.  He didn’t answer.  I knocked again, this time louder, and with a little rhythm.  No answer. I tried the doorknob. It was unlocked.  I walked in, hello, V?  He didn’t answer, but I walked in slowly.  He was standing in the kitchen leaning up against the counter.  

I walked up to him.  He gave me a hug and kiss.  Hey, babe, he said.  Hi, I said.  Your door was unlocked, I said..  Yeah, he said.  How are you? I asked.  

He looked serious.  He was holding me by my waist but backed me up from him a bit.  L, do you know what a punishment spanking is?  I didn’t say anything.  Shit, what did I do? I thought.  I think all the blood rushed out of my face.  Before I could answer, he took a deep breath in through his nose and said, you’d better be naked on the bench in the bedroom in five minutes.  Then he let go of me and turned towards the sink.

Fuck.  I went to the bathroom and got undressed.  I think I was on the bench within two minutes.  He kept me sitting there for at least 10, I guessed to remember why I needed to be punished, or to calm himself down, or both..  

He came into the bedroom and went straight to the closet.  He got out a paddle and brought it over and got down next to my ear.  Do you know what this is, L?  I could see it was a clear paddle about 18 inches long, maybe 2 inches wide, and a half inch thick.  I didn’t say anything before he said, did you have lunch at your office today like you told me you were going to?  Shit.  I didn’t have a chance to explain before he said, no, you didn’t.  C saw you eating lunch with some guy, and you were not at your office.  

I still didn’t say anything.  Do you think I give a shit if you eat lunch out with some guy, he asked? I stay quiet. No, I don’t, he said.  Dο you think I give a fuck whether you lie to me, he asked?  Yes, I give a fuck, he said..  

I had told V I was going to work through lunch at my office, but my boss asked me to meet a client at a restaurant about 30 minutes before I was supposed to be there.  But, I still didn’t say anything because I didn’t think this was the time to try to explain this to V.

This punishment is going to help you remember to never fucking lie to me, he said.  OK?  I nodded.  He walked back behind me and stuck a stiff pillow under my hips to tilt my ass up and higher off the bench.  Fuck.  I had never been spanked with a lexan paddle before, but I knew it would hurt.  A lot.

He started spanking me. Hard.  Crack.  I didn’t say anything, but I breathed in fast. wincing with each blow.  Crack.  Crack.  He kept at it, not fast, and not slow, but like a metronome that was setting my ass on fire.  Fuck!  I said out loud.  Crack.  Crack.  He didn’t say anything, just kept at it.   Crack.  Crack.  I started crying.  Crack.  Crack.  I’m sorry, I said.  Crack.  Crack.  I started wiggling around.  Crack.  Crack. He put his hand on my low back.  Don’t move, L.  Crack. You have 5 more, he said.  He kept the same pace, same intensity.  Crack. I started sobbing.  Crack.  Crack. I cried out with each stroke.  Crack.  Crack.  He stopped and put the paddle down on the bed.  He came up to me, picked me up, and laid me down on the bed on my tummy.

He was gently rubbing my ass.  I’m sorry, I said.  I wasn’t trying to lie to you, I said.  I was still sobbing, and I started to tell him the story.  Sh, he said.  We can talk about it later, he said.  He was being so gentle and sweet, now.  The serious and stoic had disappeared.  I started to calm down, and I stopped crying.  Even though that spanking hurt like hell, I was so fucking wet.

We laid there for a few minutes and he turned me onto my side.  He kissed me, and pulled me close.  I was so relieved he was not still angry and kissed him back so hungrily.  Then I pulled back and looked down at his crotch.  He let me unbutton and unzip his jeans, and his hard cock popped out over the top.  I moved myself down to put his cock in my mouth, and he laid down on his back.  I got on top of him and pulled his jeans down.  I ran my hands all around the inside of thighs, outside of his quads, and on his belly while I took his cock in my mouth.  I was so hungry for him.  He took my head and pushed it down so I could get more of him into my mouth.  Oh, L, he moaned.  I moaned, too.  I wanted to please him so badly, and I wanted his cock in my mouth.  He started lifting his hips to meet my mouth, grinding up and down.  I didn’t think I could stand it any more, then he sat up and flipped me over onto my hands and knees.  He took my hips and rammed me down onto his cock.  I was so wet, and I wanted him to fuck me so badly.  He held my hips tight and moved me up and down onto his cock hard and fast.  I cried out.  He came inside me at the same time I came.  He held me there down on him for a few minutes.  

Jesus, L, he said. I wasn’t going to fuck you, but you are so fucking hot.  He pulled out of me and we laid down face to face on the bed.  I closed my eyes and was trying to slow my breathing.  You are so fucking hot, I said.

We fell asleep with our arms and legs wrapped around each other.  We didn’t wake up until about 8, and we were both starving.  Dinner, he asked?  Definitely, I said.    

Coffee with a Friend

S invited me over for coffee after I dropped the kids at school.  She and I worked out at the gym at the same time.  I really liked her.  She was super down to earth, funny, and we always made dick jokes with the guys at the gym just to be ridiculous.

When I drove up I was surprised by how beautiful her house was.  Not a mansion, but a good size, and very classy.  She opened the door smiling and we hugged hello.  Your house is beautiful, I said.  Thank you, she said.  It’s what I call my feminimalist style.  I laughed.  Nice!

Her house was immaculate and very sparse.  Just a few large pieces of furniture, not a speck of dust.  I was nervous I was going to be drinking coffee here.  Fortunately the kitchen had cement floors.

Do you like anything in your coffee?  Cream, I said.  And a lot of caffeine.  She laughed.  We sat at her kitchen table.  She had a beautiful view of the lake.  We chatted, then she asked me what I did for a living.  I gave her the very short story that I was a highly educated mom.  She was kind and didn’t seem judgy.  How about you? I asked.  I’m a dominatrix.  I laughed.  Not the answer I expected, I said.  Yeah, it’s not something I advertise to just anybody. Some people don’t get it, and I have some clients who definitely want to keep it on the down-low.  I laughed.  I know you can’t tell me who.  No, I can't, she said, but I can  say, they each have a driver drop them at my back door.  There are some people you’d recognize, and some you wouldn’t.  All kinds of folks like their kink. No sex, though.  I didn’t think there would be, I said.  Just the kink, she said.  We laughed.  

     I think I blushed.  Yeah, I said, kink is definitely my flavor, but I like to be the one on the bottom.  Do you ever do that, I asked?  She laughed, yes, but that costs extra.  I smiled.  I like to be in charge, she said.  Cool, I said.  I was kind of getting aroused.  She was cute and all, but I’d never had another woman dominate me.  We all made out with each other in college, girls with girls, guys with guys, but nothing past heavy petting and tongues flying everywhere. But, the thought of anyone reasonably attractive, including a woman, dominating me apparently is all it takes to pique my interest.

     Do you want to see my playroom? she asked.  Definitely, I said.  She took me into a small room, not “dungeony,” though there were large eyelets on the wall and a bench that could definitely be used to subdue and spank someone.  Want to try it? she asked, looking at the bench.  Well, yeah, I did. Yes, I said. I was embarrassed, but that was only slightly outweighed by how horny I felt at that moment. 

There is a little paperwork.  I make everyone fill out. Primarily it’s for clients, but I have plenty of friends who want a taste.  OK, I said.  I’ll pay you. I don’t want just a taste.  I was really starting to get aroused.  

Oh, honey, she said, this is definitely on the house.  She handed me a clip board with a sheet of paper on it and a pen.  She said, usually clients wear just underwear or panties and bra, but it’s up to you.  You can keep all or none of your clothes on.  I’ll be back in a few minutes.

     I looked at the sheet.  Name, no address, just city, a place to sign my consent, pain and soreness, blah, blah.  Do I like stingy or thuddy, light or heavy impact? I circled all of them. Because I do. Do I want to be restrained?  Hell, yes, I do.  I was giggling.  What an unexpectedly fun coffee date.

I took off my skirt and shirt and just had on my socks, my bra, and had worn some very skimpy panties.  They weren’t a thong, but there was just a small strip of fabric up the middle of my ass. I sat down on the table. 

She knocked.  I said come in, which felt weird, since it was her house and her room.  She had changed clothes, too.  She looked pretty fucking amazing.  She wore a black bustier that pushed her breasts up and together so they spilled over the top, a very tight and very short pencil skirt, and some super tall, high-heeled boots that came up to her thighs.  She looked like a dominatrix.  I had no idea how much that would turn me on.  She looked down at my socks and laughed. My feet get cold, I said. But just your feet? she smiled. 

OK, little lady, I’ll take that, and she reached for the clipboard.  She read it over quickly and like it was nothing she hadn’t seen before.  Well, well, step over to my closet, and you can choose your weapons, or I mean my weapons.  We laughed.  She had labeled the sections from mild to severe, warm up to punishment.  Pick 4 or 5, or as many or as few as you’d like.  

Wow, a menu of kink.  How fun.  I went towards the flogger for a warm up.  Alrighty, she said.  I’ll take that.  She set it down on a table next to the bench.  Then I took a leather tawse.  She put it on the table.  A bamboo cane from the moderate impact section.  And a cat of 9 tails.  You are in for a beating, young lady.  I like it.  I’m sure my face was bright red, but my vagina was also very wet.  

Assume the position.  I laughed.  Oh come on, she said, it’s one of the standards people ask to hear.  I got on the table and she quickly had me strapped in by my ankles and wrists.  Her table was so ergonomic for spanking.  My knees rested on pads, my legs were spread, and my ass was up in the air.  Perfect height for her.  And frankly very comfortable for me.  

You can use red, yellow, and green with me, sweetie.  OK I said.  And don’t worry about making noise, she said.  This room has been sound proofed.  No one can hear us once that door is shut.  

She started with the flogger.  You like it fast or slow? She asked.  Fast, I said.  And have you been a bad girl? she asked.  Jesus fuck i was so turned on.  Yes, I said. All right young lady, she was getting into character.  You are in big trouble, and you will be severely punished.  Yes, I said.  She gave me an extra hard stroke.  Yes, what, she said.  Yes, ma’am, I asked?  Yes ma’am will do.  Or, yes, miss, she said.  I’m not that old.  I laughed, but not for long because she had started hitting me hard with the flogger.  

I don’t know what time we started, but it had been at least 10 minutes since she started with the impact.  Little lady, she said.  You have been a very naughty girl, and you are going to get the tawse.  Your ass is going to light up.  Yes, miss, I said.  

She didn’t miss a beat when she switched over to the tawse.  She knew exactly where to strike me.  She switched sides often and hit me in the perfect spot between my ass and the top of my legs.  That spot always gets me.  I was getting so hot and so wet.  Your husband told me you’ve been a very bad girl and I was to punish you severely, she said.  Yes, miss was all I could say.  

She was very strong and didn’t ease up at any point.  Maybe 15 minutes later, she switched to the bamboo cane.  That was very stingy.  I started to wince with each blow.  Color, sweetheart?  Yellow.  But I’m, I started to say ok before she gave me a really hard one with the cane.  I winced.  Fuck.  I didn’t want to be a wus, but I didn’t know how much more I could take.  Are you sure you want the cat?  Yes, I said.  I had never had anyone use one on me, and I was very curious.  

She started on my back.  That was a bit of a relief for my ass and the back of my legs which were on fire, but then she went right back to whipping my ass and the back of my legs.  She kept using the same force hitting me on the back, then my ass, then the back of my legs.  Color, hon?  Orange, I said.  She laughed.  Your ass is bright red, hon.  Have you learned your lesson?  Yes, miss, I said.  She said you’re going to count 10 more for me, and then we’re going to stop.  OK, I said.  Ten of the best she said.  Yes, miss, I barely managed to say.

She hit me so hard on my ass.  One, I said. She didn’t wait long and hit me hard again.  Two, I said.  It seemed like it took forever until she got to ten.  Fuck I said.  Instead of ten.  She hit me again.  Hard.I cried out. What did you say? Ten.  I said.  Good girl.

She unhooked me and told me to take my time getting up.  She held my arm and helped me get off the bench.  I started to go sit down in the chair, but then I thought better of that.  She laughed,  Yeah, no sitting for you right now.  I laughed.  I felt high.  It was euphoric.  She said, you’re pretty tough, L.  I laughed.  Well, I feel a little proud, I said.  She smiled.  I am way fucking horny now, I said.  She laughed.  That happens, she said.  But no sex, I said.  Nope, she said. 

Then she stepped towards me and took me by the waist.  No sex, she said.  Then she softly kissed me, sticking her tongue in my mouth.  She tasted minty.  Her lips were so soft.  I reached up to touch her breasts.  I looked at her to make sure it was ok. She smiled. They were soft, too.  So squishy.  I wanted to squeeze them, but they were tucked tight into the bustier.  

Your breasts are amazing, I said.  She reached up and pinched my nipples, yours, too, hon, Jesus, look at those perky tits.  Then she reached down with one hand and squeezed my vagina.  She squeezed harder.  She moved my body towards her so I was leaning on her.  My head on her shoulder.  She started rubbing my clit hard.  She knew the exact spot to hit over and over.  Then she kissed me while she was squeezing my vagina and rubbing my clit.  I moaned into her mouth.  That’s right, baby.  Come for me.  I had the most amazing orgasm.  My legs felt weak.  I could barely stand up.  She let me rest my body weight on her while I was coming.  Holy fuck.  She is good.  

She kissed me again, deeply with her tongue.  You’re such a cutie L.  Amazing ass.  All those squats at the gym, I said.  We both smiled.  She smacked me hard on my ass.

I’ll let you get dressed, she said.  OK I said.  It took me a while to remember where I’d set my clothes.  Even longer to actually put them on my body.  She had a big glass of cold water for me on the table. I think I drank the whole thing in one gulp.  

Once I was dressed, I opened the door to see if she was there. She was.  She was standing right by the door still in her outfit.  You’re gonna want to drink a lot of water today, hon, she said..  Just like after a massage I laughed.  Just like a massage she said.  For freaks. I said.  We laughed.  

Um, do you do pegging, I asked?  Of course, she smiled.

Back for More

I was so ready to go to V’s apartment this weekend, it was just about all I could think about all week.  After what he had promised he would do to me next time.  I tried not to get to his place early, but I was there just a couple of minutes after 7.  I had gone home from work to shower and change and made it to his apartment in plenty of time.

He answered the door right away after I knocked.  I was relieved.  His face lit up when he saw me.  He gave me a big hug and nuzzled into my neck.  My hair was down.  He took a big breath in.  You smell amazing he said.  He hugged me tightly and ran his hands from the back of my head down to the very top of my ass.

Come in. please.  We had some Topo Chico, and then he said he had a couple of things for me in his bathroom.  OK, I said.  Weird, but OK.  I opened the door to that amazing bathroom.  There was a box on the counter tied with a ribbon and a small card with an  L and a heart and kind of a devilish smiley face.  I laughed out loud.  Everything OK in there? he asked.  Yes!  I said.  

I opened the box and the first thing I saw was a note that said “Just a few things to get you ready.”  There was a  bottle of saline and a bulb syringe.  Ah, I remembered because he had promised to fuck me up the ass.  I get it.  Nice, I had taken a very thorough shower, but I guess, even cleaner is even better..  

There was a very skimpy and very sexy bra and panty set.  It was black, I guess, mostly sheer.  The bra was really pretty, see-through for the most part and lacy.  The panties were interesting, they had 2 strips of fabric in the back and then a strip in the front.  Oh, I realized they are crotchless.  Convenient..

I got cleaned up and put on the bra and panties.  He called out to me, L?  Yes?  Don’t even think about putting your clothes back on over the presents I gave you.  And put your hair in a ponytail.  Yes, sir, I said, giggling.  

When I peeked out of the bathroom I could see myself in the big mirror in his bedroom.  I felt sexy.  He came over to me and held my hands out away from my sides..  Look at this beautiful lady, he said.  I’m sure I blushed. 

He took my face in his hands and put his tongue deep in my mouth.  He walked me backwards and fell on

top of me on his bed, kissing me.  He kissed my neck, smelled my hair again, and ran his hands up and down my body from my breasts to my ass to my inner thighs.  He took his shirt off, and I got to see those beautiful hairless muscles rippling on his chest.  I started to run my hands up over his shoulders and his neck, and he stopped me.  Remember what i promised you, young lady?  Uh huh, I whispered. I was getting wet.  

I’m going to strap you, but first, let’s warm you up.  He threw me over his knee and started

spanking me with his right hand.    He was holding me down on his lap with his leg over the back of both of my legs. His left hand was on the back of my neck, sometimes reaching around to the front when I started to squirm.  Keep still, he said.  It didn’t seem like he was warming me up because he was spanking me hard with his hand.  I was getting so wet, but it was hard not to squirm when his hand hit the perfect spot between my ass and the top of my legs or on my clit.  My ass was starting to burn, and it felt so good.  I didn’t want him to stop, but as suddenly as he started, he stopped.  

He loosened his grip on me and stood up.  He pulled me up by my waist and led me around to the other side of his bed. I caught a glimpse of my bright red ass in his mirror.  I was so hot for him, and so wet.

 I hadn’t seen the bench before. It sort of looked like a piano bench, except the set of legs on

one end was higher than the other.  This is you, he said.  But first, he said, and he got out wrist and ankle cuffs from the closet behind him.  He carefully fastened all four tightly and said, ass goes on this end.  He put a pillow on the higher end where my lower abdomen would go.

I laid down on the bench on my tummy. My ass lifted up and my legs spread apart. I wondered if the blood would rush to my head once I laid down, but it didn’t.  At least not more than it already was.  I was already swimming in excitement and euphoria.  He attached the rings on the cuffs to eyelets on the bench.  Can you move?  He asked.  I tried.  Not an inch.  Good girl.  

He tugged my ponytail to look up at him.  Yes, now I can see that pretty face.  And I’ll be able to see it when I’m fucking you.  I felt myself get wetter.

He went to his closet again and got out something that looked sort of like a belt, and sort of like a paddle.  I’m going to beat you with this strap.  Have you ever been hit with a strap?  No, I said.  He said, you told me your safe word.  Yes, I said.  He said some people use red, yellow, green.  I said, we already know I’m green, and I want to go to the very edge of yellow, so I’m good.  Good girl, he said again.  Jesus, every word he said turned me on.

He got down next to my face on the bench.  He said into my ear, and I promised I’d fuck you in the ass.  Yes, I whispered.  We’re going to get you ready for that.  He reached over and put some almond oil in his hand then reached back to rub my vagina and everywhere around my ass.  He put a finger in and out of each hole.  So tight, he said.

He took a  silver plug that looked enormous at the bulb, but had a thin neck.  He pushed it in and out then all the way in.  I moaned.  You like that don’t you.  Yes, I said faintly.  I could feel it somehow touching a nerve that led directly to my clit.  

Then he stood up and started beating me with the strap.  It made a louder crack than his hand did when he was spanking me.  It also stung more.  He alternated hitting one side then the other side, then down the back of my legs, then in between my legs every few strokes.  Your ass looks amazing in those panties, L.  And it’s getting bright red.  It has some nice welts from the holes in the strap.  

I was so wet.  I don’t know what time it was, or even how long I had been there, but he had been whipping

me for what seemed like a long time.  I was definitely on the edge of yellow.  There was no way I was going to tell him to stop, but I started crying out with every stroke.  L?  He stopped to ask.  Yes, I said.  More, he asked.  Yes, I said.  He gave me maybe 20 more hard strokes, then got the almond oil out and rubbed my ass with it.  You are fucking hot, L.

He pulled out the butt plug and stood up behind me and put his cock deep inside me.  He didn’t go slowly, he just rammed it in.  He fucked me hard, holding my ponytail down on the back of my neck.  I was so tight, and his cock felt so good.  It was the perfect length and width.  Fulling me up and touching the deepest spot possible.  I cried out.  You feel amazing, L.  He said.  

I was about to have an orgasm.  I’m going to come when you do, L, he said.  Yes, I said.  I could feel him explode inside me.  We both cried out as we came.  He collapsed on top of me.  

Jesus, L.  That was amazing.  I was still kind of out of it from the strapping and being fucked hard in the ass.  I was thinking to myself that it was amazing.  But  the word yes, was the only word I could get myself to speak.

He pulled out and unbuckled me and then lifted me up onto his bed onto my belly.  He rubbed my ass and ran his hand down my legs and up my back.  I closed my eyes and I think I fell asleep almost immediately.

  When I woke up in the middle of the night he had covered me in a blanket and was lying next to me on his side.  He had his arm draped over my lower back.  What could possibly ever top this?

Exercising Restraint

When we got back from running, we were sweaty and hot.  Do you want to take a shower?  He asked.  Definitely, I said.  Together or separate?  He asked.  I smiled.  Together, I said.  He smiled too and took my hand to bring me into his bathroom.  

His shower was huge and was one of those fancy ones with multiple shower heads.  We had done a lot of making out up until then, but I’d never been entirely naked in front of him.  I started taking off my shirt, then my shorts, then my bra, and my socks last.  He laughed.  What’s funny? I asked.  You’re the most modest about your feet, he said.  I giggled.  

He took off his shirt and shorts. Wow.  He had muscles in all the right places, his shoulders, his chest, his abs.  He was very fit.  Not freakishly so, but wow, what a hottie.  Hairless and smooth except right above his cock and under his arms.

Once I stood up, he said wow.  You look amazing without any clothes, L.  Shall we?  We got in the shower, and he started soaping himself up.  He pulled me close, and I got to massage those shoulders and chest.  So fit. He started soaping my back and ran his hands down to my ass.  I started to wash myself and he said, nope, that’s my job.  

He turned me around and started washing my hair.  He carefully and slowly massaged my scalp, then rinsed out all the shampoo without getting any soap in my eyes.  Nice, I said.

He turned me to face him.  Close your eyes, he said.  I did, and he washed my face and then squirted the hand shower in my face.  We both laughed. 

 He turned me back around and started washing my ass then further down all around my vagina and my asshole very thoroughly.  I was getting very wet even while he was washing me.  Smooth, he said.  And beautiful.  Glad I had shaved everything before our run. I was hugging him close and putting my ear against his chest.  I could hear his heart beating fast.  Mine was beating fast, too.

When I was completely clean and we were both rinsed off, he turned off the water.  I stood there for a moment looking for a towel.  Not yet, he said.  Let me look at you.  I blushed.  Turn around he said.  I turned all the way around to face him again.  He laughed.  OK, smart ass, I mean turn halfway around, he said.  Put your hands on the wall.  I did.  Then move your feet back towards me so your back is straight and your ass is sticking out.  I did.

He slapped my ass hard.  Nice, he said.  My ass was wet and the sound echoed in the shower.  Are you cold, he asked?  Yes, I giggled.  Well, let’s warm you up then, he said.  

He started spanking me, easy at first, then harder and harder, and faster and faster.  He slapped me from underneath with his palm turned up, right in my favorite spot.  He slapped my vagina a few times and lingered with his fingers around my clit and asshole.  I was getting so wet.  He was right, I was getting warm.

We were both almost air dry, and he grabbed my hips and brought me close to him.  I could feel his rock hard cock.  I was hoping he’d fuck me soon.  

He took out a bottle of almond oil and started rubbing it on my thighs, inner and outer around to my ass.  Soft, he said.  He rubbed my arms and breasts.  He squeezed my breasts hard then pinched each nipple and didn’t let go.  Damn, L, your breasts are perfect.  Not to mention the rest of you.  I smiled.  You’re not too shabby yourself.  

I rubbed his shoulders and brought my hands down his back and onto his ass.  It was all muscle.  So tight.  I came down to his cock and he pushed me down onto my knees.  He didn’t say anything, and I couldn’t wait to get it in my mouth.  He smelled so clean and tasted so good.  He grabbed the back of my head and pushed me hard towards his cock to get more of it in my mouth.  Jesus, L  he said.  I was glad he was enjoying it.  

He lifted me up by my armpits then threw me over his shoulder into his bedroom.  I giggled.  He smacked my ass, hard.  None of that, he said.  I hadn’t been in his bedroom before.  It was spartan, a typical guy’s bedroom.  He had a huge bed and in the corner, he had a big silver ring hooked to the ceiling.  

Just a minute he said.  He got two spreader bars out of his drawer and four cuffs, one for each of my wrists and each ankle.  Stand here, he said.  I stood right under the ring.  He put the cuffs on tight, then hooked the spreader bars to the cuffs.  I felt very exposed and very vulnerable, and so wet.  I couldn’t wait to see what was next.  

He hooked the spreader bar on my wrists to a rope that he hung from the ceiling hook.  At first, my arms were just over my head.  Ok? he asked.  Yes, I said.  You’ll use your safeword if you need to, right?  Yes, I said.  Tell me what it is.  He was close, so I whispered it in his ear.  He smiled.  Then he pulled the rope more taught, and lifted me higher so I was on my tiptoes.  I was getting wetter. So hot.

Have you ever been whipped, L?  No, I said.  I’m going to whip you, now, he said.  OK, I said.  He went to his drawer again and got out a whip about 3 feet long with 2 tails.  I wondered how much it would hurt, but I didn’t say anything.  He came up behind me and whispered in my ear, this is going to hurt, but I’ll start slow and you can tell me to stop when you need me to, OK?  Yes, I said faintly.  

He started whipping my ass.  It was intense.  It stung, but it also felt good;  I was used to that sensation.  Then he moved up to my back.  I breathed in sharply.  He moved around to my front, whipping my chest, and belly.  He whipped the front and the back of my legs, then focused on my ass, getting harder with each stroke.  He took his time between each which was a moment to breathe and a moment to feel how hot I was for him.  I was breathing hard and had started to wince with each blow.  He gave me a look to ask, keep going?  Yes, I whispered.  He stopped only to  pull the rope tighter again, lifting me up a little higher so my toes were barely touching the ground now.  He kept whipping me, mostly on my ass, a few times in between my legs.  I gasped when he hit my clit.  He was very precise.  

I didn’t think I could take much more, but I didn’t want to ask him to stop.  Suddenly he reached up and let all the tension out of the rope and laid me on his bed.  He took off the spreader bar off my legs, but he hooked my arms up to the top of his bed.  Then he climbed on top of me.  He kissed my mouth, deeply and sweetly with his tongue.  He kissed my neck, biting me and kissing me.  He kissed my breasts and bit my nipples.  He kissed down to my belly then came back to my face.  He looked down at his rock hard cock.  I’m going to fuck you, now, L.  Yes, I whispered.  Please fuck me.  

He reached down and touched my vagina.  It was so wet.  He slid his cock in then lifted one of my legs up over his shoulder.  He moved his hips in and out like a snake.  He was hitting just the right spot inside me.  I came the first time almost immediately.  He started going faster and even deeper.  Fuck, L, you feel amazing.  Yes, was the only word I could get out.  

He shifted so he was kneeling on one knee and kept my leg over his shoulder.  I’m going to come now, L.  I want you to come again, too.  Come inside me I said.  He came hard inside me, and I cried out. It felt so good.  

He laid on top of me it felt like with all his body weight, almost crushing me, just the way I wanted to be crushed.  So safe and calming.

He unhooked my wrists and held me while he lay on his side, spooning me with his body while I stayed on my back.  Did you like that, babe?  He asked.  Ah, it was ok, I joked.  He laughed.  Kind of amazing, I said.  He smiled. Yeah kind of, I smiled.  Next time I’m going to fuck you in the ass he said.  OK, I said. When do I get to have next time?  He smiled.