As she drove to meet him, she had felt the mixture of fear, apprehension, excitement and lust growing in her body. Her panties had already become soaked with the juices that leaked from her.
Now in the room with him, he had slipped a blindfold over her eyes – bringing back fears of the unknown that excited her more than anything. Seeing her tremble he kissed her, invading her mouth with his tongue for a moment, then left her standing alone.
The sudden lack of contact after the passionate kiss left her confused – she wondered what he had planned. In this hotel room, her wildest fantasies could not be realized, but he knew what they were. He knew her fantasy was being forcibly strapped down and helpless while being used ruthlessly.
They had spent many conversations online exploring what she might enjoy in this fantasy of hers, and she’d found herself excited despite herself discussing the possibilities.
Now, alone in the room and blindfolded, she knew that she wanted more. She wanted whatever her Master decided she should experience, and she’d endure it with pleasure.
A hundred ideas flooded her mind as she felt her coat taken from her. For a moment she was alone with her thoughts again, then hands slowly unzipped the back of her dress and it fell to the floor. He steadied her as she stepped out of the dress.
Next she felt her bra being unclipped and the straps pushed from her shoulders. It was pulled forward and her breasts now hung free. Suddenly she realised that he was inspecting her. She was aware, of course, that while she was blindfolded he saw everything, but only now did the thought become important. She imagined his face close to her nipples and wanted to feel his breath on her skin, the gentle tongue he had spoken about, and the bite of his teeth. That was what she wanted, but what she got was something entirely different.
The hard, cold metal moved over the skin at the front of her thighs and rested at the elastic of her panty legs.
“I’m going to cut your panties from you.”
His voice hit her like an electric shock and she gasped, stiffening her body, and holding perfectly still. The scissors moved against her skin and she heard the cutting of the material. She shivered.
Now she felt his hot breath on her thighs. He spoke again.
“Spread for Me, slut.”
She groaned at his command and moved her feet apart, knowing she was now totally open to him. Her clit ached for his touch as she imagined him inspecting her.
His breath on her skin made her jump. she felt his smooth, slippery tongue as it lapped at her slowly and then pressed firmly on her clit.
“Silence!”
She heard the control in his voice as he moved away from her. She was standing naked and alone – not knowing where he was or what was going to come next.
But he knew her biggest secret – the secret fantasy that had started her on the exploration of her submissive self. She wanted to be spanked.
Pulling her forward, she stumbled against his legs, falling over his knees. She was in the position now that she had been in a hundred times in her sweetest dreams. She was naked, over his knees and he was about to spank her upturned and eager ass. He made her wait, softly stroking each cheek in turn. Then she felt his hand lift away from her… the anticipation was almost unbearable!
The first sharp slap came suddenly, landing on the right cheek and stinging. The left cheek got the next blow, immediately followed by four more on each side.
He paused as her body trembled – hoping that he would not stop. She felt the heat of her skin and imagined him looking at her – inspecting her rosy cheeks.
“I think we need to spank you harder,” he said.
“Yes, please,” she moaned.
His hand rubbed her for a second or two then he started again, serious now, slapping over and over. He alternated which side he slapped and where on each cheek the blows landed, spanking her relentlessly now. He didn’t pause in his rhythm, and he didn’t stop.
She lost herself in the feelings he gave her.
He heard her ragged, panting breath and saw her legs flickering as he spanked her. He heard her moan – quietly but helplessly – and he continued his uncompromising treatment of her. The slaps went on and on and her ass glowed with the heat generated by his hand.
“Please Sir, may I cum… please?” she asked.
She wasn’t sure she could’ve stopped if he refused, but she would have tried if he wanted to make her wait. She was relieved when he did not.
“Yes, my slut, cum for me now!”
As soon as she heard his words, she surrendered her body to the orgasm he had given her.
His fingers slipped between her spread thighs and played in the wet folds as she bucked against him.
He slipped his fingers in and out of her wetness until he felt her relax again.
Then quietly he spoke, “Good girl.”
Her reply was simple. “Thank You, Sir.”
The above story is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and events in it are products of the author’s imagination and are used as fantasy. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All characters portrayed in this story are over sixteen (16) years of age.
