The drive to Tesco was a relatively uneventful one; both her car and her young passenger were well behaved with no signs of trouble from either of them. Only a couple of dick-heads who clearly hadn’t learnt to drive properly caused her to curse, which caused the little man to chuckle.
Inside the store, there was the usual crowd of slow-moving OAPs that seemed to frequent the place whenever she went there, but she managed to make it to the mother and baby care aisle without having her trolley rammed, or her path blocked by a couple of old women who thought this was a good place to stand and natter.
Nappies and baby milk, she thought, story of my life. As she picked up packs of Pampers trying to weigh up the options and work out which were the best value, she became aware of someone standing behind her, then a voice.
‘They won’t fit you. You need the adult ones.’ The voice was familiar, but she hadn’t heard it for some time. She turned to look and confirm it was who she had thought it was.
‘Hello there’ she said with a wry smile, ‘I haven’t seen you for a long time, how are you?’
‘Yeah, good. How about you? You look well.’
Nearly two years had passed since the last time they met; a lot of water had passed under the bridge in that time changing both their lives. They exchanged a few pleasantries, briefly explaining what each had been doing over the last eighteen months or so.
‘Coffee’ he said, more instruction than an invitation.
‘Yeah, sure. As long as you’re buying.’ She felt as though she wasn’t expected to refuse, not that she was going to.
For the hundredth time, she looked at the clock, and for the hundredth time, she wondered if she was doing the right thing, maybe she should call him to cancel. A chance meeting in a supermarket after all that time and then over a Costa he invited himself round for a drink, but she had hardly refused when he asked for her address. What the hell, she thought, she could do with some adult company, especially adult male company.
He said he would be there by eight and it was nearly that. Her nerves had been on edge for the past couple of hours, and only gotten worse as the seconds ticked by, then as the clock ticked to the hour there was a knock at the door that made her jump.
‘Hi, thought you might have changed your mind,’ she said as she opened the door to let him in.
‘Did you want me to?’ he enquired.
‘No.’
‘Good, I brought us a drink.’
He stepped inside and then waited for her to close the door before following her into the house. He opened a carrier bag and pulled out two bottles of wine, holding them both up by their necks he placed the bag on the sofa.
‘Red,’ he said.
‘I’ll get some glasses, they’re in the kitchen.’
He placed the bottles on the coffee table and then followed her through into the kitchen, where he stood watching her closely as she reached up to the top of a cupboard to pull out two glasses. He ran his eyes up her legs and was impressed by their shape, the hem of the black dress rose to mid-thigh as she stretched to the top of the cupboard, giving him a good view. He looked at her breasts through the material of the dress as it was pulled tight around her chest, he could tell from the cut of the dress around her shoulders that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Very nice, he thought, then he considered that this was the first time he had seen her dressed in anything other than jeans and T-shirt.
He stepped up close to her so that his face was only an inch away from hers, ‘You look hot,’ he told her, ‘You’re a foxy lady.’ She blushed as she half-whispered a thank you.
She was startled by his sudden touch as he gently brushed her hair away from her eyes and then gazed directly into them making her feel a little uneasy. But the feeling soon changed to one of desire as she felt butterflies in her lower stomach.
‘That’s a nice dress.’ he said as he suddenly stepped back from her. She was about to say thank you again but he cut her off.
‘Take it off,’ he told her.
‘You don’t waste time,’ was what she started to say but again he cut her off, this time by holding his finger against her lips as he repeated the words.
‘Take it off!’ only this time in a more demanding tone – a clear instruction.
Her brain was saying “no way”, but her fingers weren’t listening. Slowly she raised her hands to the shoestring straps over her shoulders, and then lowered each one down to her elbows. As she did so her breath deepened and the butterflies grew stronger causing a tingling to travel down to her crotch. Equally slowly she pulled each arm free from the straps while holding the dress in place with the other arm. She looked him in the eyes and held his gaze as she let the dress slide away from her body and drop into a heap around her shoes.
Her cheeks flushed red as she stood there in front of this man almost naked, wearing only her shoes and white satin panties. Instinctively she held her arms across her chest in a show of modesty, and then slowly she lowered them to her sides.
‘Wow,’ was all he said as he picked up the glasses and turned away to head back into the lounge. She stood there and watched him as he walked away and poured two full glasses of wine.
‘Drink?’ he held out a glass in her direction.
She stepped out of the fallen dress and walked towards the glass in his outstretched hand, trying to be as casual as she could but feeling a little self-conscious in her state of undress. After all, he was still fully clothed. His eyes were fixed on her naked body as she walked toward him. She accepted the glass and took a long drink from it, she didn’t know much about wine as she only bought it on rare occasions and then it was the price that dictated the purchase, but this was nice. Her brain could feel the effect of the alcohol almost instantly.
He put his half-empty glass down and once again stepped up close to her, his face half an inch from hers. ‘You know, I never really appreciated just what a sexy woman you are,’ he complimented her. Slowly he moved around so that he stood behind her, allowing his mouth to gently breathe on the skin of her neck as he moved, the tiny hairs on her neck stood on end at the feel of his breath. He began to caress her shoulders running his fingers over the goosebumps that were spreading out ahead of his touch.
‘Do you trust me?’
‘Yeah, I think so.’ she replied a little hesitantly, wondering what he had planned.
She watched as he picked up the discarded carrier bag and pulled out a black silk scarf which he folded lengthways before holding it up over her eyes, the loose ends were tied tightly behind her head making an effective blindfold. This was something she hadn’t experienced before; she was in total darkness and she found it erotic. Her lack of sight was quickly compensated for by an increase in her sense of touch as he continued with the gentle breathing and caressing, only now on her naked breasts. She felt her pussy getting wet as her nipples stiffened.
Unseen now, a second black silk scarf was retrieved from the bag. He took the half-emptied glass of wine from her grasp and placed it on the table next to his. Taking her right hand, he tied one end of the scarf around her wrist before stepping behind her again and then, pulling her arms behind her, he secured her wrists together in the small of her back. She felt her pussy getting wetter.
Standing to her side he resumed the gentle teasing of her body; his left hand stroked her belly before moving up to her breasts with their erect nipples inviting more attention. A caress, a fondle, a squeeze. His finger and thumb found the nipple and squeezed hard causing her to gasp, and then a groan as he released his pinch to allow the blood to flow back.
He ran the fingernail of his right forefinger down her spine causing her to shiver, before allowing his right hand to wander down her side and then over her bottom, where it lingered for a while, stroking and gently squeezing her buttocks through the nylon of her panties. As his fingers wandered further across the top of her right thigh they came round and found their way inside the leg of her panties to continue the attention on the skin of her buttocks. All the while she gave out low moans of pleasure that were barely audible.
‘Do you want me to spank you?’
A slight hesitation was followed by ‘yes.’
‘You only have to ask, you know?’
‘A-ha’
‘Go on then, ask me,’ he teased.
She couldn’t believe this was happening. Of course, she wanted him to spank her, she’d wanted it months ago, but now she was being told to ask him to do it. She felt a little humiliated by the situation, almost naked, blindfolded and her hands secured behind her back, almost completely at his mercy, she felt horny.
‘Well?’ he asked breaking her thoughts.
‘Will you spank me?’ she asked.
‘Did no one teach you to say please?’ He chided as he pinched the underside of her buttock causing her to give out a yelp. Her normal reaction would be a sarcastic reply, but this was no normal situation. And she did want him to spank her.
‘Please!’ she said.
‘Please what?’
‘Please spank me,’ she gave in.
‘Have you been a naughty girl?’ he asked.
Too fucking right, she thought. ‘Yes,’ she whispered.
He lifted her bound wrists and pulled them up causing her to bend slightly forwards so that her lower back curved inwards and her buttocks protruded further, with his right hand he began to spank her. The first few slaps were playful, not painful, and after each one he rubbed his hand over the target area in a gentle soothing way. But the spanking quickly increased in intensity as he applied his hand to each of her buttocks and the tops of her thighs, the sound of the slaps filling the room.
He stopped briefly while he pulled the waistband of her panties so that they came up between her buttocks like a thong back, exposing his target and removing the protection of the thin material. The skin of her buttocks changed from creamy white to pink, then red, each impact recorded by an imprint of his fingers. She could feel the heat building as the spanking continued, fuelling her arousal further, and with each slap, she pushed her bottom out to meet his hand and gave out a groan as it landed.
Another pause as he walked away unseen into the kitchen, and then quickly returned before her pre-occupied mind had a chance to realise that he had left the room. She jumped slightly as she realised that he was standing in front of her, another flinch as he pinched her right nipple and then, using the first of his borrowed items he clipped a wooden clothes peg to her nipple. She let out a deep groan, then another as he repeated the treatment on her left nipple.
‘You’re not finished yet’ he told her.
‘I know,’ she said in a whimper.
He pulled her panties down to her knees before putting the second of his borrowed items to good use. He resumed the spanking, only this time with a wooden spatula he had found in the kitchen. This stung more than his hand, and he was using it in earnest on her buttocks and the tops of her legs. It hurt, it hurt so good. She was groaning and gasping in rhythm with the strokes of the wooden implement, a fire now raging on her flesh. The mixture of pain and pleasure was unbelievable and she could feel herself reaching a climax, her legs began to judder and her bottom was twitching.
The spanking stopped. A prying hand found her vagina and probing fingers slid inside her wet hole before moving to find her clitoris. She gave out a slight yelp as he pinched the throbbing flesh, and as he reached around and removed the pegs from her nipples, she exploded in a mind-blowing climax. Blue lights flashed behind her unseeing eyes as the waves of pleasure rolled through her body.
She was about to collapse in a heap when he put his hands on her arms to steady her, then guided her towards the sofa where he helped her into a kneeling position on the seat with her breasts against the back cushion and her head resting on the top of it. He removed her panties and spread her legs, then gripping each buttock firmly in his hands he crouched down behind her and began working his tongue around her wet pussy, lapping up her juices and probing deep inside. She was in ecstasy, this was pure, sordid pleasure and with her head resting on the back of the sofa she began to make odd noises. The more he probed the more she pushed herself back trying to force his tongue deeper inside her, she wanted to bring her hand down to add to the attention she was receiving but was frustrated by their bondage. Without warning her second climax hit her, even more powerful than the first, leaving her gasping for breath and drooling onto the sofa.
‘Fuck me,’ she said as she recovered her senses, ‘fuck me as hard as you can.’ Then she added ‘please!’
‘Your manners have certainly improved in a short time,’ he teased. ‘You see what a good spanking can do for you.’ This was one invitation he was not passing up in a hurry, he eagerly unfastened his trousers and pushed them down his thighs together with his shorts, freeing his erection from its confines.
He gripped onto her thighs with his fingers following the shape of her pelvis, his nails deliberately digging in hard, and pulled her back to position the head of his cock against her vaginal lips. He entered her slowly, his rock-hard penis sliding smoothly against the natural lubricant of her juices.
‘Nnnng, aah!’ she gasped as he pushed in up to his balls. But instead of the expected sliding in and out she felt him inside her not moving, except for the twitching of his throbbing cock. ‘Fuck, that feels sooo good, soo nice,’ she said.
Releasing his grasp on her thighs he moved his hands to the top of her chest, and with his nails biting into her he raked his fingers down across her breasts leaving red stripes in their wake. Her groans of pleasure were mixed with a hint of pain as he continued the treatment. Finally, he stopped and clamped his hands down on her breasts, gripping them hard, she was beginning to think that this was a little too painful when he pulled back and thrust back inside her with a force she hadn’t reckoned with. ‘Fuck, fuck…!’
He continued the pounding, not fast at first, but hard, and with each thrust, he pulled against her breasts eliciting more cries and moans from her. Steadily he increased the tempo egged on by her cries until he was at full speed, giving her the “hard fucking” she had asked for. She could feel him inside her exciting all the nerves and sensors within, rubbing against her hard swollen clitoris. She felt as though her brain was going to explode, she didn’t think it was possible to feel so many emotions all in one go.
He was making noises now, slight groans of pleasure as he felt his own climax building inside his balls. A sixth sense told her he was getting ready to cum inside her, and her own body reacted. She felt a third climax begin to roll through her body…
From somewhere in the distance a child’s cry swam into her brain, she opened her eyes and looked out into a darkened room. Grey shapes of furniture were all she could make out and for a few seconds, she wondered where she was. A red glow to her side drew her attention. As she focused on the source of the light, she saw the digital numbers of her alarm clock showing 01:15.
The child’s cry was persistent now. In a zombie-like state, she climbed out of bed and headed towards the sound, leaving her dream world behind. As she walked, she noticed a damp patch in her panties.
