Her legs trembled as he beckoned her forth. He placed his hands on both sides of her face and brought his lips to hers. Her heart raced as her enflamed desire burned deep within her soul. This was their first meeting in person; yet, she stood before him wanting nothing more than to submit to his every desire. Countless hours spent on the phone and in text communication had made her realize what was lacking in her life. She worked hard from eight to six and wanted nothing more than to let go and just be someone’s pet the rest of her waking hours.
He broke their kiss and removed his hands from her face. She felt as if ice had just been placed on her lips and cheeks where his lips and hands had been just moments before.
“How are your nerves?” he asked.
“Better, Sir.” She blushed.
“Good. Now remove your blouse and skirt. I want to see you nearly naked.
Her breath caught in her throat at the admission of his desire. This is what she wanted, and yet she stood frozen, unable to move.
“Did you misunderstand my request?” he asked.
“No, Sir,” she admitted. “I… I…” she struggled to complete her thought.
“Then remove your blouse and skirt,” he repeated.
With trembling hands her fingers released the buttons down the front of her blouse. She removed her blouse and he took it from her before doing the same with her skirt and he hung them on the coat rack in his study. She stood before him in a simple pink cotton and lace bra and matching panties. “Pink looks good on you,” he said with a smirk. “I think it’s going to look even better on your ass after your spanking. Now come and lay across my lap.”
He sat down on his finely upholstered “spanking chair” as he liked to call it. It was an antique he had found in Brimfield and he particularly liked that it had no armrests, thereby allowing a lady to lie across one’s lap for a proper spanking. She stood before him and placed her hand on his shoulder as she bent forward. He took her in his arms and helped her down so that her torso was centered squarely over his lap.
He slowly drew his hand up and down the length of her spine and across her shoulders and smiled as he saw gooseflesh form on her skin.
“Relax,” he said when he noticed she was holding her breath. “Take a deep breath and slowly let it out.” She did as he instructed.
From her back, his hand trailed down over the curve of her hips and ass; then down the back of her thighs, before coming up and back down the other. Her face burned with shame and desire as this man whom she had just met in person was doing things to her body no man had ever done before.
She bit her lip when she felt his hand slide between her thighs. Her instinct was to squeeze her legs together but a sharp stinging pain on her rear made her reconsider. His hand slipped between her thighs with ease and this time, she sighed as she felt his fingers press the cotton of her panties against her glistening lips.
“Do you like that?” he asked, knowing the answer already.
“Yes, Sir. I do. Very much so.”
“Good,” he replied as he removed his hand and pulled her panties over her hips and down to her knees. “Now, what about this?”
She moaned with pleasure and caught herself before she instinctively tried to close her legs shut. His fingers were now sliding back and forth between her lips and fluttering against her clit. “Yes, Sir. That feels amazing. Please… Don’t…”
She never got to finish her sentence when the first strike of his bare hand landed on her flesh. She cried out, more in surprise than in pain, when the sound of flesh striking flesh, reverberated through the room.
“Count.” He said and she replied, “One… Sir.”
The next swat landed on her other buttock and she counted as she had before, imagining a glowing handprint on each of her tender cheeks. Then she felt his hand caress the spot he spanked before he hit her there again.
When she reached six, she felt his fingers against her lips and slip inside her. She was more aroused than she had been in a very long time and she flushed with further embarrassment when she realized she instinctively parted her legs to give him easier access to her body. He pleasured her until he felt her body react with the typical signs of impending orgasm. He pulled his fingers from her sex and she whimpered when she felt him resume the spanking. Her eyes welled with tears when she said the word “nine” and by 12, his hand was again caressing her enflamed buttocks.
“Are you ready to cum, my pet?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir!” she breathlessly gasped.
She cried out when she felt his fingers inside her, stretching her and pressing against the underside of her clit.
“Cum for me,” he said in a low growl.
Her body trembled as her orgasm coursed through her body. She shook with pleasure as he continued to stimulate her most sensitive of areas. When she recovered he wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her so that she sat on his lap. He offered her his glistening fingers and pressed them against her lips. With their eyes locked together, she hungrily licked and sucked his fingers clean. When she finished he told her stand and she removed her panties that dangled around her calves. He then lead her to the full-length mirror next to the coat rack and stepped back holding a smaller mirror So that she could see the result of his handiwork. She giggled when she saw the bright pink glow and wrapped her arms around him and held him close.
“I think you were right, Sir. Pink does look good on my flesh.”
