It was another stressed-out day at the office. Phones. Demands. Deadlines. Employees who don't follow instructions. Sometimes it seemed as if she had to control everything to get the job done. That was what she was paid to do. That was why she had risen to her position at a young age. She had a knack for organizing marketing and operations so that new programs got off the ground and actually worked.
The only thing that made this day different was the reminder that she would be meeting him after work and they would be spending the weekend together.
Thank God it was Friday. Ever so often her thoughts drifted to him and the deliciously wicked things he had planned for her. It brought an unmistakably erotic sensation to her abdomen. She thought it was odd that he asked her not to wear panties to work on Friday but she did it anyway. These days as their passion grew more intense, it seemed as if
she would do anything to please him.
After work, she drove to the pre-arranged parking lot to meet him with her overnight bag. She jumped out of the car to greet him but, as usual, he was very cool to her in a public place. A small smile was offered. He was tall with dark hair contrasted against fair skin just slightly weathered with age. His poise was confident and self-assured.
"Do you have everything I told you to bring with you in the bag?" he asked. He had instructed her to bring a silk scarf, a rope at least 16 feet long, and the sluttiest panties from her lingerie drawer. Just packing the bag produced the desired affected of getting her curious and hot. In same ways, the items seemed cliche but they excited her nonetheless.
"Yes," she nodded that she brought them all.
"Good, now let me have your car keys." She handed them to him. He opened up the trunk of her car and took her bag and purse out of her hands and placed them there then closed the hood. "You won't be needing those things."
She looked at him confused. She thought that was what he wanted her to bring. Why did he change his mind? What about her hair brush and make up? She didn't have a change of clothes, not even underwear since she wore none. He grabbed her arm just
above the elbow and guided her to the passenger side of his car and motioned for her to get in.
"I have everything you need for the weekend. Don't worry darling, I will take care of you completely," he encouraged. Thoughts began racing through her mind. She did not have any I.D. on her person anywhere -- her driver's license and credit cards were all in her purse. Her phone numbers in her little black book? What about her contraceptives?
Suddenly she began to feel more naked in front of him than she ever felt in her life before. As the car accelerated, she convinced herself she had total confidence and trust in him although they had only known each other a month and this was their first weekend away together. She knew his sexual desires were highly unusual both in intensity and style. When they made love on their second date, she saw a hint of something she didn't understand. His urgency was almost animalistic yet she knew he
was holding something back.
He was the first man who ever touched her roughly when they had intercourse. Most men she knew before were either shy or gentlemanly towards her as a woman. His hands were forceful and eyes were demanding.
A few times he grabbed her hair just before climaxing and she felt the excitement pushing her over the edge as she let herself give into his desires. He told her at the
time it was just the beginning of the passion they would feel together and she wondered what could get any better than the best sex she ever had. It would, he promised.
From his perspective, he could see a submissive streak in her a mile wide but she was
not be able to acknowledge it at this point in their relationship. It would have frightened her or spooked her from going any further. He needed to take her one step at a time until she was completely his.
When he invited her to go away for the weekend, she felt herself melting at the thought of almost three full days of exquisite sex. He told her he wanted to explore her body and
mind deeper than they had in the preliminary weeks of their relationship. He wanted her to give herself totally to him and do everything he asked for just one weekend. If she did, he promised her orgasms like she never knew existed. It was too good of an offer to pass up, she agreed, she would do what ever he asked.
He already knew she would agree -- she had to agree – she had no choice but to agree because she needed him. As they drove, he ran his hand up inside her skirt along the
silkiness of her stockings. He smiled approvingly when he reached the tops of her stockings and found the soft flesh of her inner thigh exposed.
His fiery hand sunk into the valley of her thighs to run his fingers through her soft pussy hair then slide his hand between her legs where her juices were flowing. With one hand on the steering wheel and his eyes on the road, he expertly opened the folds of her pussy and traced her form with his fingers.
He touched and massaged every bit of her sweet skin to see what quiver or sound it brought forth. As her breath grew shorter and her hips rhythmically reached out for more, he pulled back to maintain an uncomfortable state of arousal. They drove for more than an hour without saying a word with his hand building her arousal.
He turned down a secluded road to an alpine-style cabin. There were a two small overnight cases in the back seat he pulled out of the car. Out of his breast pocket he produced a key and opened the door to allow her to step into their weekend hideaway.
She wandered around the two bedroom structure with a small kitchen and sunken bathtub. It was clean, simple, charming. He was in the larger bedroom apparently emptying his luggage. She had none, so she sat on the edge of the couch to wait for him. She heard running water in the distance.
He came into the room with something hiding behind his back and leaned over her to kiss her lips with strong pressure. She ached for him. He held out a white terry cloth robe.
"I'd like you to go into the bathroom, take all your clothes off and fold them neatly, then get into the bathtub. Clean your whole body from head to toe, feel the slippery soapy water against your skin, but under no circumstances should you touch your clit or bring yourself to orgasm," he told her.
He reached out his index finger to touch her lips to tell her silently not to speak.
"When you are done, put on this robe and come back out to me," he instructed.
She removed her work clothes, folded them in a neat pile on the floor, then stepped into the hot foamy water that had been filling the bathtub. It felt wonderful to sink into the steamy water and feel it envelope her body.
As she washed her skin all over, she noticed how her breasts swelled with anticipation. Her nipples hardened and she could not resist pinching them softly between her fingers to see how alive they had become. Electric shock waves traveled from her nipple to her cunt when she did.
She slid her hands down over her flat stomach and felt the inner arousal building. Then she touched her pussy and felt the twinges of desire he started more than an hour ago in the front seat of the car. Her fingers glided over the wet, slippery swelling skin until she had to stop or there may not be any further resisting. She remembered he told her not to orgasm, so she stopped.
She rinsed off the soapy water and wrapped her naked body in the white terry cloth robe. Compared to the soothing bath, the inside of the robe felt stiff and scratchy against her body. She smoothed her wet hair back in wavy tresses and tentatively walked out of the bathroom.
He never saw her in such a utilitarian robe, without a stitch of clothes or make up. He was waiting for her on the couch still fully clothed. She presented herself to him without saying a word.
While she stood before him, he looked at her up and down. "Take off the robe and let it fall to the floor," he asked. She loosened the belt and dropped the lapels off her shoulders until the weight of the robe pulled the fabric off her body onto the ground. His eyes burned her skin.
"Turn around slowly."
She moved in a small circle before him until she was back facing him again.
"Get on your knees. Kneel in front of me," he said.
She did. "You may rest back on your heels while I talk to you."
They were almost face-to-face as he sat on the edge of the couch and she knelt back on her heels. He reached out his right hand and held her chin to make sure her eyes did not turn away from his. His voice became very soft and quiet, almost a whisper,
"Remember you agreed to do everything I asked you to do this weekend?" She nodded.
"Are you still prepared for the challenge?" She nodded again. "Good. I want you to be
completely mine for the weekend, maybe even longer if you are good to me. I will challenge you beyond your boundaries, you will reach new heights of pleasure, you will service my every sexual demand, and I will take care of you better than you have ever imagined. That is what you want, isn't it?"
She nodded again and just then a tear that was forming in her left eye trickled down her face. He brushed it away with his thumb.
Never before had she felt so free to love and be loved. "All weekend as we play these roles, I want you to kneel in front of me just as you are when I give you instructions. And you should speak only when asked a question. If you feel the need to speak otherwise, you must ask my permission. Agreed?" "Yes, I agree," the words nearly stuck in her throat.
He stood up and took her into the larger bedroom where the king-size bed dominated the room. The room was stark and bare. He sat on the side of the mattress and pulled her down to sit in his lap.
"One other thing, if you disobey me, I will have to punish you. Of course, I'll never really hurt you -- just shake you up a little bit. Anytime you want me to stop, all you need to do is say a safe word. What word do you want to use that's easy for you to remember?"
Her mind drew a blank for a moment then she thought if she really wanted him to stop, to take mercy on her, she could say the word, mercy. "Mercy," she said to see if he approved and when she saw his smile, she knew he did.
"I believe you are due for your first punishment," he said.
She was startled because she couldn't imagine what she had done wrong already. "I asked you to take a bath and not to touch your clit, do you remember? When I looked into the bathroom, your eyes were closed and you were touching your clit very sensually." Oh yes, she didn't realize she had gotten carried away a little and her hands massaged her pussy lips and clit more than she intended.
"I may punish you various ways over time, but to start with, I will spank you," he said. "I will spank your naked behind 10 times on each cheek to teach you that you must obey me."
"Hey, this is crazy, you can't spank me like a little girl," she protested.
"You agreed to do everything I desire, now bend over my knees. Do it." he commanded.
She stared at him for a very long moment in defiance. If she said yes, she would be humiliated like a small child. She was scared of the pain he would inflict. She did not want to be spanked. If she said no, she realized the weekend would be over and she would not come to experience the pleasures he promised.
Her skin of her ass virtually tingled with chills and her pussy was throbbing at the thought of him spanking her. She was embarrassed at her obviously sexual reaction to his threat to spank her.
"Do it, bend over now or else we might as well give up on you," he warned her without a hint of teasing or joking. He was perfectly serious. She lay across his thighs hesitantly. Her breasts pressed against one leg, her pussy against the other, and
a cool breeze blowing against her exposed behind.
"You must obey me at all times or this will be the result, I will tell you in advance what the punishment is and if you resist, I will increase the punishment at my will until I feel you sufficiently understand and are ready to submit to my will again. I will start with 20 spanks, 10 on each ass cheek."
He pressed his left hand firmly into her back to hold her down in case she resisted or jumped from her inexperience. "One," he counted as his firm right hand landed across her cheek with a loud smack. She felt the sting of his hand, followed by a strong contraction of her cunt and a hot sensation filling her pussy and ass. Her mind reeled at the raw sexuality of the spank.
"Two," the spank was just a bit harder in almost the same place on her ass. The pain was stronger now but the same heat emanated from her body.
"Three," slap. "Four," slap. "Five," slap. "Six," slap.
"Seven, slap." She could barely tolerate the sharp pain now and cried out as he smacked her harder each time. The slaps were coming closer and closer together until she felt the shock of the slap but not the sexual pleasure that followed. She wasn't sure if she could withstand anymore.
She threw back her hand to partially cover her ass as the eighth stroke landed. "Move your hand," he asked. "Move it now or you I will increase your spankings." She moved her hand away.
He brought his hand down on her ass again and counted,
"Eight."
"Nine," just a little softer.
"Ten," was just a small pat on her ass. He ran his hand over the burning redness of her ass cheek very softly, then moved his hand between the crack of her ass to feel her pussy. Soaking wet as he suspected. "It looks like you are enjoying this too much," he said. "I will have to be sure the next half is more of a punishment than a pleasure to you."
The counting resumed. His spanks were full-handed and sharp against her skin. She was surprised how hard he was able to hit her with just a hand. This time the rhythm of the smacks was uneven which placed her off guard because she did not know just when he next one would land. The same burning raw sexuality of the skin-hitting-skin returned on her fresh ass cheek. But soon, the spanking turned severe and rapid. She shouted out,
Ahhhhhhh.
She thought about yelling the safeword but it was almost over and she did not want to disappoint him. "Seven, eight," she felt a damn of emotions releasing inside of her. "Please stop, stop, anything, I will do anything you ask," she said through tears. "Nine, ten," she was sobbing now. He caressed her bruised ass gently with one hand while his left hand stroked her hair. "That is my girl. There, there, it is over. You have done well and have learned your lesson for now.
Are you ready to show me that you want to please me?"
"Yes," she said wiping her eyes.
"Then, get on the bed on your hands and knees, I want to fuck your hot ass," he commanded. She moved onto the bed and knelt on her hands and knees as he asked.
Her back swayed a little which caused her ass to protrude into the air. Her breasts dangled beautifully. She heard his pants unzip and his clothes drop to the floor although she could not see him. The bed moved as he climbed behind her and over her shoulder she could see his red, blood-engorged cock ready to penetrate her.
"I love your little red beaten ass," he told her as he grabbed her hips on the sides but his hands were large enough that they dug into her burning flesh. He teased the head of his
cock over her pussy lips that were creamy wet.
His initial thrust into her cunt was hard, fast and deep -- made easy by her natural lubrication. He thrust into her as he pulled her ass towards him with his hands guiding her hips, over and over again. Every so often, he slapped her ass to feel her cunt clench against his cock.
He wrapped his arm around her hip and slid one hand into her mound to put her clit on fire while the other hand grabbed her hair and yanked her head back. She moaned and cried as he took her from behind with all his desire, there was no holding back. Her entire being submitted to his hands, his cock, his words. She was a bundle of sexual energy and helplessness at his command.
"Cum, you little hot bitch," he shouted at her. "I want you to cum all over me and get me off."
Her eyes closed as she focused all of her attention on cumming. He wanted her to cum. Now. The climax took off suddenly and skyrocketed, she forgot where she was for a time in space where she floated and fucked and felt the purest rawest orgasm of her life. She heard someone in a distance screaming and realized it was herself. His climax was set off by hers. His thrusts quickened uncontrollably until he groaned and shot his cum into her well-disciplined cunt that was now all his.
She collapsed underneath him with exhaustion. Her ass was too sore to lie on her back, so she stretched out on her stomach.
He touched her face, brushed back the hair from her eyes, drew up the blanket over her defeated body, caressed her shoulders. He ever so gently played with her pussy just enough to rise the level of sensuality to sooth the pains away. He gave a long massaging pinch to one of her nipples and she responded with a moan. Her nipple became hard and erect again and she pressed her mound against the sheets with desire.
His fingers, once so gentle in caressing her suddenly became fiery pincers and
her nipples responded by becoming tingling nerve ends making her whole being quiver. He expertly stayed right on the line between pain and ecstasy and her cunt started flowing uncontrollably. She could even feel her clit hardening and lengthening with each pinch of his fingers.
She could feel his cock harden against her buttocks. "Open your cheeks", he ordered. She knew he wanted another milking of his cock by her tight anal passage. She knew that she was about to have a string of multiple orgasms as she felt her brain and
body writhe in anticipation. As he pressed his cock against her she reached back and guided it into her. But, this time, she disobeyed his orders and raising her butt she put him into her cunt where she really wanted it, her real love hole!
Within seconds she became almost frantic with ecstasy as he began pumping into her, his balls slapping against her raised ass. And the, and then, and then......... heaven came in thunderous bursts. She collapsed gasping and moaning and knowing that it could never be better than this.
She drifted off into sweet sleep with a smile of utter happiness on her lips. Not only had she had the most satisfying string of orgasms in her life she had taken his cock where SHE wanted it and not where he did. A victory of love!! It was the most peaceful sleep she had known in years.
