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.

Fourth Date

We had been dating a few weeks.  A couple of movies, lunches, dinner, and a few makeout sessions.  Clothes on only.  He asked me to come inside his apartment after dinner tonight.  I was glad to accept.  

Would you like something to drink, he asked.  Bubble water?  I asked.  Ah, Topo Chico, my favorite also.  He brought the drinks over to the coffee table and we sat smiling at each other, a little giggly for a few seconds before he made a move to kiss me. 

He was a great kisser.  I liked the way he grabbed the sides of my face and neck like I was precious and fragile, but something he couldn’t keep his hands off.  I liked it when he ran his hands down from my neck to my hips while we were kissing, too.  I liked it when he started to pull my hair when he pulled my face closer to his.

He stopped kind of abruptly.  Hey, can I ask you a question?  Definitely, I said.   Have you ever been tied up?  I think I turned bright red because he laughed.  Is that a yes?  Definitely.  I laughed.  Well, I’m not like a being tied up aficionado, but I’ve enjoyed it a time or two.  

Someone, ok a therapist, once told me liking kink was just a preference, like some people like chocolate ice cream, other people like vanilla, I said.

He smiled and asked, what kind do you like? Ι felt myself blush that time.  I sat there for a second, then grabbed his shoulders, leaned in towards his ear, and whispered,  The kind I like is a very hard spanking.

I could feel him grinning from the side of his face pressed against mine.  I think we can make that happen, he said.  The next thing I knew I was lying facedown on his lap. 

That was like a kinky ninja move, I said.  Well, I’m kind of a kinky ninja aficionado.  I laughed.  He started running his hands up and down the back of my thighs, over my ass, in between my legs.  I was wearing a short, loose skirt, which he slowly lifted up. I felt like my ass was up in the air begging for him.

You have a very...he said…. Very what I asked, worried what he might say something like disappointment...  beautiful ass, he said.  Well, thank you, I said.  A beautiful ass that is really begging for a very hard spanking, he said.  I know I blushed again, but this time he couldn’t really see my face.  I giggled.    

He ran his finger along the outline of my panties.  They were red, a plain stretchy cloth, cut slightly wider than a thong, but still didn’t cover much of my ass.

These panties, young lady.  They are fucking hot.  Well, thank you, I said again.  I was hoping I’d get to show them to you tonight.  

He started slapping my ass with his hand.  Do you have a safe word, he asked?  Spaghetti, I said.  OK, if I hear anything about pasta, I’ll stop, OK?  OK, I said.  

He knew exactly where to spank me.  The spot right between the bottom of my ass and the top of my leg.  And he knew exactly how to warm me up.  He started gradually, switching sides of my ass and getting harder and harder.  I could feel his cock getting hard on my belly.  

He leaned down and whispered in my ear.  I knew you deserved a very hard spanking, Ms. L.  I’m glad you’re finally letting me give you one.  Now your ass is getting red like your panties.  Yes, I whispered back, and I feel your cock inside your pants.  Can I please put it in my mouth?  Yes, he said, but not until we get to the question I asked you about.  He sat me up on the sofa and said don’t move. 

I waited until he came back with rope and a scarf.  He put the scarf down and said that’s for later - I have neighbors, apartment you know.  For you or for me, I asked.  Haha.  I think you’ll be wanting to muffle your screams before the night is over.  Pleasurable screams, he said.  Pleasurable ones, huh? I said.  

Then he looked serious.  Kneel down over here, he said.  I did, and he pulled off my top.  He left my bra on which matched my panties.  It pushed my breasts together, and I could see my cleavage if I looked down a bit.  The thought of him touching my breasts made me wetter.  Very nice, he said.  

He took my arms behind my back, then tied the rope around my wrists and forearms so they were pinned together at the small of my back.  He wrapped the ropes neatly around and up each arm from the wrist, and then back down.  I definitely could not move.  It made me so wet to try to struggle free.  You look so hot when you are helpless, L, he said.

He came around in front of me and unzipped his jeans.  He let his cock come out over the top of his underwear.

Open your mouth, he said.  I gladly took as much of his cock into my mouth as I could.  He grabbed the back of my head and firmly pressed it forward then pulled my ponytail to pull my mouth slightly away then pushed and pulled and pushed and pulled.  Each time I tried to get more and more of it into my mouth.  He smelled amazing, and I wanted him to fuck me right then, but I figured I would have to wait.  He bent down and squeezed my breasts hard.  He pinched my nipples.  Fuck, I was so wet.

Your mouth feels amazing, L.  I stopped to say, you feel amazing inside my mouth.  I can’t wait til you put your cock inside me.  We’ll get there, he said.  I sucked on and licked his cock until he pulled me up from behind using the ropes that were tying my arms and led me to his bedroom.  He pulled my ponytail out of the way then tied the scarf around my mouth like a gag.  Trust me he said.  If you need to use your safe word just kick your leg twice.  I nodded.  

Kneel down on the bed with your ass in the air.  I did.  That is a beautiful fucking ass, L.  He pulled my panties off and took his shirt, underwear, and jeans off.  I am going to fuck you until you are screaming, L.  I nodded even though my head was stuffed onto the top of his comforter.  He came up behind me and rubbed his finger around my vagina.  He put in one finger, then another.  You are so fucking wet, L.  You liked that very hard spanking, didn’t you.  I nodded again.  I think you need a little bit more, don’t you?  Yes, I nodded.  Have you ever been spanked with a belt?  Yes, I nodded.  You liked it, didn’t you?  Yes, I nodded.  He got his jeans and pulled out his belt.  I could feel myself getting wetter if that were even possible.

Since I was already warmed up from his hand spanking, he started hard and fast with the belt.  He hit the same spots again.  That spot between my ass and the top of my legs, occasionally hitting my clit.  I was screaming behind the gag,  He was right.  He kept at it with the belt until I couldn’t stand how much I wanted him to fuck me.  

Have you had enough?  He asked?  Pasta?  He smiled.  I shook my head no.  No, you haven’t had enough?  I shook my head no again.  L, I want to fuck you so hard, I don’t think I can stand it any longer.  

I moaned behind the gag.  Scoot forward on bed, he said.  He got up behind me and grabbed me underneath my hips to slide me forward so he was kneeling on one knee behind me on the bed.  Do you like it when I pull your ponytail, L?  I nodded. 

He slammed my hips back onto his cock. He put his other hand on the back of my neck, keeping my chest  pushed down onto the bed.  He started slowly and deeply putting his cock all the way inside me.  It felt perfect.  It filled me and went as far in as he could go.  He started ramming into me faster and faster.  He felt so hot  inside me.  

He let go of my neck and grabbed my hips with both hands.  Then he took his thumb and started rubbing my asshole.  He slowly filled me there with his thumb.  Do you like that, he asked.  I nodded.  Yes, I liked it a lot.  Please don’t stop, I thought.  He rammed into me harder and harder and faster and faster.  He was grunting and moaning.  I was so glad he put the gag on me because I was screaming in pleasure.  Just like he said I would.  Fuck.  He was amazing.  

I’m gonna come, he said.  And I want you to come, too.  I had already come twice, but I couldn’t say anything, and I could easily come again when he did.  He pushed his thumb  in all the way and came inside me.  Fuck, he exhaled. We took several deep breaths together, then he eased himself out and collapsed beside me.

He took off the gag and untied me.  He was lying down on his side facing me.  I was lying on my tummy, and he was tracing his finger up and down my back to my ass to the top of my leg.  I don’t know if you’ll be able to sit down tomorrow.  I hope not, I said.  Remember, that’s the kind of ice cream I like, I said.  He held my face and kissed me.

Dancing in the Dark

I had been taking lessons with Vince for a while, but we had never done competitions before.  He had always been pretty intense, but I heard he was very demanding of his competitive students.  

I had my first lesson to learn the routine we would perform competitively in a few months. We were in a small practice  room, just the two of us.  There was a big mirror, no windows.  I was doing fine with the routine, but there was a section with a spin into a dip that I wasn't getting.  He was clearly getting annoyed, but I didn’t realize how much until he walked over and locked the door.

Stop.  He said.  OK, I said.   He said, I thought you were serious about competing.  I am, I said.  Well, you can’t fucking tell, he said.  I think I need to show you how hard you will have to work to compete.  I’m not wasting my time unless you are serious.  

He grabbed me hard by my upper arm hard and led me to the corner of the room.  What are we doing, I asked.  Stand in the corner and bend over.  Touch your toes, he said.  I did what he said. I was wearing leggings that were threadbare.  My ass had been covered by my tank top, but my top lifted up when I bent over. I’m sure he could see my panties through the thin fabric - a black thong with lace in the front.  

He started taking off his belt.  Before I knew what was happening, he was beating my ass with his belt.  I don’t think you do know how hard you have to work to be in a competition, he said between blows.  He was hitting me fast and hard, over and over.  I guessed he didn’t know how much I liked it.  I wondered if he could see how wet I was getting through my leggings.  

This is fucking ridiculous, he said. I’m not going to waste my time working with you if you don’t get serious.  He kept spanking my ass through my leggings with the belt.  He was hitting me on the back of my legs, my ass, and every once in a while, my clit.  I was so fucking wet.

 I thought I was going to have to stand up, or cry out, but then he stopped.  He grabbed my upper arm again hard and threw me against the wall.  He grabbed me by the bottom of my jaw and my neck then stuck his tongue in my mouth.  Fuck, L, you are so hot, he said.  I have wanted to do that for a long time, he said .  Which part, I asked.  Both parts, he said.  

He kept kissing me, then he lifted me up, and I wrapped my legs around him.  He let me unbutton his pants, and I could see his cock wanting to bulge out.  He pressed me up against the wall and pulled down my leggings and my panties.  He grabbed my vagina.  He stuck in a finger, then two.  You are so fucking wet, L.  You liked that, too, didn’t you?  Yes, I whispered in his ear.  I have wanted you to fuck me for a long time.  And I’ve wanted you to punish me.

 He lifted me up on the wall and rammed his cock up and into me.  He was holding me up and rocking his hips into me.  It was definitely more fun fucking a dancer, so flexible.  He kissed me, then he kissed and bit my neck.  L, you deserve to be fucked until you can’t walk.  Fuck me, please I said.  And you deserve to be spanked until you can’t sit down, he said.  I think you have, I said.  

We came at the same time, and he collapsed onto me leaning against the wall.  Goddammit, L. I think you are going to need a lot more lessons.  Yes, we need lots more practice time together, I said.  Next time, at my apartment, he said.  Definitely, I said.  

I tried to rearrange myself so I didn’t look like I’d just had my brains fucked out.  I don’t think I fooled anyone because the girls at the front desk seemed to grin at me a bit extra.  How was your lesson?  Pretty good.  I said.  

Second Time

I had my towel on when I went into the bedroom after I took a shower. As I was opening the drawer to get out my bra and panties, he said you’re not going to need those.  I hadn’t seen him lying on the bed when I walked in the room.  

He came up behind me, moved my hair, and put a collar around my neck.  You know you have a punishment coming, he whispered in my ear.  I halfway giggled, and he said put those on, then hands and knees at the foot of the bed.  I looked over on the bed and saw two thigh cuffs, two wrist cuffs, and some rope.  He had a half smile while I was putting on the thigh cuffs.  Then he looked at me like he couldn’t wait to fuck me.  But I knew we would both have to wait.

I put on the thigh cuffs and the left wrist cuff.  He buckled the right wrist cuff tight, tightened the left one,  and I got on the bed.  He came up beside me, pushed my head down.  I started to lie down.  Nope, ass in the air he said as he grabbed my wrist and tied it to my left thigh. Then he pulled the rope up through one of the rings in the collar then down to my right wrist and thigh.  He tightened the rope so I couldn’t move.  My wrists were pinned to my thighs, and my ass was in the air.

I couldn’t see what he was getting out of the drawer, but I figured it would be the cane if I was getting punished.  There wouldn’t be a warm up, and I knew it would hurt.

He put his hand on my low back while he was getting into position.  He said you know why I’m punishing you, right?  I couldn’t remember, but I lied and said yes because I thought it might be worse if I said no.  He asked me why, and then I had to say I couldn’t remember.  He laughed.  That’s funny because you are being punished for lying to me about where you were yesterday afternoon.  So I guess you are being punished twice tonight.  That’s too bad for you, huh, babe?   He tapped my ass a few times with the cane  Yes, I said. 

The first stroke made me wince and I shifted my hips forward.  He hit me again quickly and said, be still.  I tried, but I winced and moved again after the second stroke.  He hit me again and said still!  This time he sounded pissed.  I didn’t move, but it was hard not to cry out after every stroke. He hit me on the back of my thighs, but most of the strokes fell between my ass and the top of my leg.  Some fell on the middle of my ass.  I lost track of time. The sun had been setting when I got out of the shower, and now it was completely dark outside.  I knew I would have marks from the cane because I could feel the welts raising up.  I didn’t think I could take anymore and was thinking about using my safe word.

He came over to the side of the bed and turned my face towards his.   It’s over now, babe.  I let myself cry a bit.  But you know I’m still going to fuck you now.  Yes, I said faintly.  He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock.  It was rock hard over the top of his underwear.  I wanted to suck it so badly, but he was behind me and inside me before I could say anything else. 

I was so wet, his cock immediately went all the way inside me.  He held the back of my hips and slammed into me.  He was going slowly at first, but then he pushed me forward so he could kneel down behind me on the bed.  He grabbed my hair and held it to the back of my neck with his fist so my head was up.  He used the other hand to slam my hips into his, faster and faster.  You’re so wet, babe.  Yes, I said.  You like to be punished don’t you.  Yes, I said.  And you know when you deserve it.  Yes, I said.  Please fuck me harder I said.  He slapped my ass and then rammed into me faster and faster.

I’m gonna come, babe he said.  I had already come once, but I knew I would come again when he did.  He grabbed my hair hard and pulled it back when he came inside me.  I could feel him inside me, and I arched my back to get him inside me deeper.  We both came, and I cried out.  He laid down on top of me for a few minutes until our breathing slowed.

You’re not going to lie to me anymore are you, babe?  I could hear he was smiling.  You know I will, I said, as he pulled out and fell down beside me, loosening the rope that held my arms to my thighs.  Yeah, you probably will.  We’ll have to think of a better punishment for you then, huh?  I laughed, closing my eyes,  getting wetter again.