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(Where we left off….. She suddenly released my arm
and pulled her fingers from me, and pushed me over off her lap onto the
floor. Laying there with my panties
still around my knees I half rolled onto my back to look up at her and was
rewarded by the sight of her standing and ripping her skirt off, dragging her
panties down and off and then straddling me.
No tenderness, no kissing, no preliminaries, she straddled me and knelt
across my chest with her knees on either side of my head and she looked down
into my eyes as she pulled my head up into her dripping quim. “Now, eat me char.” And I did, with abandon, until she gyrated
and jerked and rode my face and came with a shriek, screaming what a good cunt sucker I was, and how she knew I’d please her right and
finally filling my mouth with a scads and scads of her thick girl-cum.)
We both lay there, me on my
back, with her straddling my face, my panties still around my knees. The intensity of the whole experience was
just incredible, my mind was racing through a heavy
orgasmic fog as she slowly moved off of me.
I realized she was taking the rest of her clothes off and then she
reached down and helped me up so that I was standing in front of her. She kissed me again, smiling wide and then
she led me to the bed where we spent the rest of the night. It’s all kind of foggy but I know that I ate
her to several more orgasms, and that at one point she had me on my back with
my hands holding the backs of my knees up near my boobs while she fingered both
my holes until I screamed.
I also remember at one point
she was feasting on my breasts, squeezing them together and biting and pulling
at my nipples and god it hurt. The
confusing part was that the more it hurt the more I felt like I wanted it.
We showered together in the
morning, and although I was feeling a bit self-conscious at first over the way
she’d taken charge of me, she didn’t seem to be the least bit concerned or
judgmental about it and we pretty quickly settled back into the comfort zone of
our friendship. We made love, well, if
you could call it making love, again after breakfast – right there in the
kitchen, she sat on the edge of the table with her legs splayed over my
shoulders as I knelt before her eating her to several orgasms. I was a little mortified when I thought about
it on the drive home realizing that I’d masturbated myself to another huge
orgasm as I did it too. My God, I’d
never touched myself in front of anyone before.
I made it home and spent the
evening in a bit of a daze, at points remembering bits and snippets of our
scenes together. I realized on the ride
home that my butt was kind of sore, and when I looked it over in my bathroom
mirror I understood why, I wasn’t really bruised, but it was kind of splotchy
and you could almost see Ellen’s handprints – how embarrassing!
When I got to the office the
next morning I had an email from Ellen in my box. She thanked me for the weekend and went on
about how great it was that we had time to spend together and rekindle our
friendship and how she loved me for it.
I was smiling to myself until I got to the bottom of the email, one
short line at the end set my nerves on edge and, god help me, caused a deep
tingle in my crotch – it read:
“I’ll be expecting you Friday night,
don’t be late, you know what happens to naughty girls.” J
To say that the next few
days were full of internal upheaval would be a bit of an understatement. On the one hand here I was, the successful
vice president of a large defense company, strong, confident decisive and even
somewhat powerful – no one would believe that I had allowed myself to be
stripped and spanked like a little girl, or that I’d cum like slut because of
it! On the other hand, just the thought
of the spanking she gave me last weekend, or the potential of getting another
was enough to set me to dripping no matter how disgusted I tried to be with
myself.
Then the rationalizations
began, “there’s nothing wrong with a healthy woman allowing and enjoying
whatever gives here sexual pleasure”…….and, my personal favorite, “oh, come on
Char, it’s just a little spanking for Christ’s sake! It’s not like you’re some sort of S&M
freak or anything.”
Despite myself, I knew that
I’d be headed back across the thruway on Friday and even managed to arrange my
schedule so that I’d be sure and be out of the office a little earlier than
usual.
Ellen and I talked on the
phone on Wednesday evening for an hour.
Very much our typical chats, talking about what we’ watched on
television, what was going on at the office, and everything else except
sex. I was feeling much better about the
impending weekend until she called on Friday morning.
“Hello, this is
“Hi char, how are you this
morning hon?”
“Oh, hey, I’m doing fine, I
think – it just might be too early to tell yet though!” I laughed a bit at my
own response.
She laughed too, “I know
what you mean, listen, I’ve only got a minute or two just wanted to touch base
and let you know that I’ll be waiting for you this evening, what time do you
expect to leave there?”
I smiled, “I should be out
of here by
“That sounds great hon, I’ll
be waiting for you. Have to run – you
know me, always in a hurry!” and laughing she hung up.
I had put together my bag
for the weekend last night, on impulse throwing in a negligee that I’d had for
quite a while but had never really worn.
I blushed when I put it in the bag purposely leaving the matching thong
in the drawer. Then took it out and then
finally convinced myself that there was nothing wrong with a grown woman
wanting to look and/or feel sexy – no matter who it was for.
I pulled out of the
underground parking lot of my building at
Of course this was the
Friday evening when the highway was full and at one point backed up for a
couple of miles. By the time I’d gotten
through all of that and stopped to pick up a couple of salads and some
jambalaya (we both have a weakness for anything Cajun!) it was just past 7 when
I pulled into Ellen’s driveway.
I grabbed the food and my
little overnight case and Ellen met me at the door. She was looking down at her watch and then
she smiled at me and kissed my cheek and told me she’d been worried about me
and inside we went.
We had dinner on the floor
at the coffee table in the living room over a bottle of wine, laughing,
chatting and generally enjoying each other’s company. A couple of times I caught her looking at me
with what can only be called lust in her eyes and I knew it was going to be
another sex filled weekend…and my clit tingled at the thought. I became very aware of my backside all of the
sudden. The remnants of my last visit
had cleared up by Tuesday and suddenly I was wondering if she was going to
spank me again. My cheeks flushed a bit
at the thought and even more when I realized that I hoped she would.
We cleared away the dishes
and containers and poured the last of the bottle of wine.
“Thanks for dinner char, it
was great” she smiled at me. Then her
smile slowly turned into a somewhat lecherous grin, “it’s almost time for
desert now.”
“Ohh,
you’re welcome El…..ummm, desert?” I blushed.
“Yes, desert, but there’s
something we have to take care of first.”
She looked over at me and grinned widely as she slid a bag out from
under the couch where we were sitting, “I bought you something this week. I didn’t realize that I’d need it this soon,
but there IS the matter of how late you were this evening.” She was watching me carefully as I opened the
bag.
My eyes widened, my nipples
stiffened and my face went beet red as I opened it and saw that she’d bought a
leather paddle and a short leather tipped crop.
“Oh god El, I know I was
late, but the traffic…….I mean, it ….. I couldn’t go any faster……and then the
restaurant…….” I stammered, knowing
immediately that she intended to punish me.
My clit was suddenly throbbing at the thought and I realized that
somewhere down inside I was hoping she was going to be vocal about it. My God!
I thought, what in the world has come over me I wondered.
She looked over at me, her
nipples now hard beneath her t-shirt too, “Those are just excuses aren’t they
char? A good girl would’ve considered
all of the potential delays before setting and arrival time, wouldn’t she
have?” Her eyes boring
steadily into mine as she waited for my answer.
I drew a breath, and dropped
my eyes a bit, “Umm, yes, I should’ve thought of those things…….. I’m sorry
El.”
“Well, I know just how to
deal with your oversight – hand me that paddle char.” She stood up from the floor and waited for me
to hand it over to her.
With shaking hand I took it
out of the bag and handed it up to her, remaining there on the floor beside the
coffee table. She took it and walked
across the living room to where the formal dining room table and chair sat in
the dining room.
“Alright char, take your
blouse and pants off and come over here.”
She was very assertive, almost demanding and I thrilled to it even as I
was embarrassed at the thought of standing there and taking my clothes
off. I mean, to strip off in the heat of
passion in order to make love was one thing, but the dynamic of this was
entirely different, I dreaded and reveled in it at once.
I stood up and began to
unbutton my blouse, as she busied herself moving chairs out away from the
table, laying the paddle on the table. I
took my blouse off and laid it on the couch and unsnapped and unzipped my pants
and stepped out of them. There I was,
now standing in her living room in just my lacy purple bra and matching hi-cut
panties. My nipples were so hard they
hurt.
She stood there at the table
and looked me in the eye, “Come here char.”
And I did, walking over to
stand next to her. I swear I could feel
the heat coming off of her as I stood there next to her in my underwear.
She moved closer to me, her
hand running up my back as she spoke softly in my ear, “Now char, the only
proper way to punish you is naked don’t you think? Take off your bra and panties too – now.”
I couldn’t speak, a lump
formed in my throat as my clit buzzed like a vibrator was pressing against
it. My arms were acting on behalf of the
dark side of my subconscious at this point and I reached behind me and
unsnapped my bra and took it off, freeing my heavy tits. The panties went next. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and slid
them down my legs, bending to step out of them.
They were deposited with my bra on one of the chairs next to me and I
stood there nude. Blushing like a
schoolgirl, one who was about to be punished by the headmistress!
Her fingers on my skin were
electric, running up and down my back and tracing light circles on the top of
my fully exposed ass.
“Now ask me for it char, go
ahead, you know what I want to hear you say.”
I swallowed hard, knowing
full well what she meant. She wanted me
to ask her to paddle me, my god, how humiliating is that? My mind was screaming on one side but my
pussy suddenly went from pretty damp to soaked.
In a small voice I said, “Uhhhhhmmmm….El…….can I have my p-p-punishment, please?”
Her voice was thick with
lust, passion, something as she said, “you certainly can. Now, lean over and put your tits on the table
char, and grab the other side – and don’t you let go, do you understand me?”
Gulping hard as the thrill
ran through me again, her hand moving from the top of my ass up my spine to my
neck guiding me as I moved up to the edge of the table until my thighs touched
it. Then she pushed on my neck “helping”
me to lean over. My nipples were pointing
straight downward as my tits sagged into the cold surface of the wood, and I
gasped at the sensation of my own weight pressing them into the hard
surface. I stretched my arms out in
front of me and curled my fingers around the opposite edge. Thinking to myself, she really knew what she
was doing because in this position my ass was now very prominently displayed up
higher than my back.
SSSmmaacckkkk!! Her bare
hand connected with my right asscheek, echoing
through the room as I gasped loudly. “I said, do you understand me? You have to answer me char,
your punishment will get worse every time I have to remind you. Do you understand?”
She was next to me, leaning
over so that her voice was loud in my ear as her hand never left my ass,
squeezing and grabbing at the spot where she’d slapped me.
“Unngg…..yes,
y-yes….i understand” I
managed to utter, my voice cracking slightly.
“Good girl.”
And then she began, with her
hand, lightly slapping first one cheek and then the other, talking to me during
and in between the blows.
“I’m going to warm your ass
up first, and then you’ll get your paddling.”
I felt myself wincing
slightly with each new slap to my asscheeks, they
weren’t hard, but they weren’t soft, and just as she said, in a very short time
I could feel the heat beginning to build up in my backside. My nipples were pressing against the smooth
hard surface of the table and I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter
between the legs.
Gradually she began to slap
me harder, the sting growing and the slaps ringing a bit louder through the
dining room. I was exhaling with each
slap now, a slight involuntary grunt beginning to become audible as she worked
my middle aged ass up to temperature.
She stopped, “Now, that’s a
good shade of pink to begin a paddling with.”
She reached over beside me and picked the paddle up off of the
table. It was black leather, must have
been about three inches wide and maybe a foot long with a padded handle to
grip. She moved the paddle over in front
of my face, my eyes widened at the close up view of what would soon be beating
against my tender backside. I thought it
had the look of something that could be either tender or brutal depending on
how it was controlled, I was about to find out.
“Show me you’re going to
take your paddling like a good girl char, give it a kiss.”
My eyes widened, as the
immediate thrill and dread of humiliation spread through me yet again. Oh god, did she know how she was pushing my
buttons?! My mind reeled and my pussy
dripped at once. I somehow knew that
this was a milestone of sorts, if I showed my willingness to submit to her
demand to kiss the paddle I knew that it was only the beginning. I was both terrified of what it meant and
utterly desperate for it as well.
I strained my head up and
stretched forward an inch or so and kissed the cold smooth leather that would
soon be thumping against my ass.
CCCraaccccckkkkkk!!! The first
bite of the paddle came in the exact center of my left asscheek. The sound resonated through the room and I
groaned out loud as the force of the blow made me rock forward a bit creating a
new and slightly unpleasant pulling kind of pressure on my aching nipples. A split second later the white hot pain
exploded across my ass and I wailed louder.
CCCCrraccccccckkkkkkk!!! The second
was a mirror of the first on the opposite cheek. OH CHRIST!! I suddenly thought maybe I’d
gotten myself into something I wasn’t ready for as the second wave of blistering
pain soaked through the other half of my ass.
Through the building fog of
pain I could hear Ellen behind me, “Now, I’m going to make sure you don’t
forget this lesson char, we can’t have you being late when I’m waiting! Can we?”
CCCCCCCCCCCCraccccccckkkkk!!!
“AAaaaaaaaaaarrrgggggghhhhhhhh……n-n-nnnooooooooooooooooooooo” I wailed louder in response.
Then it happened, what she
said next changed the whole tenor of my reaction up to that point.
“NO, we can’t have that – I
have no patience for late SLUTS!!”
She called me a slut! My god, my mind raced….she called me a slut!! And before I could register any indignity my
pussy suddenly buzzed with a wave of electric hot passion. So degrading…….so humiliating to be stripped
and leaned over to take a paddling…….like a slut………..from somewhere I heard my
pain/passion constricted voice.
“NOooooooooo,
we can’t have it………this S-S-SLUTTTTTTT is sorrrryyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!”
That must’ve set her off
too, because she growled at me, “Yes, and I’m going to be sure that you’re
really a truly sorry slut!”
And then suddenly the paddle
went berserk all over my ass, one blow falling before the last had fully
registered. My ass was afire in a
constant wash of new and growing pain, and the more it hurt, and the more I
shook it and danced around (without letting go of the edge of the table!) the
more my pussy ran. It seemed as if I
could feel my heartbeat in my clit in between the explosion of each new brutal
stroke of the paddle on my burning ass.
Each of those explosions seemed to spread quickly through the muscle of
my ass and then buzz directly into my scalding sex.
I’m not sure how long it was
between the time she stopped beating my ass and when
her voice registered in my brain, but suddenly I was aware she was talking to
me again, and her hand was in my pussy.
“Christ, you’re wet to your
knees you slut” she purred in my ear.
“Does my slut want to cum?” Her
fingers playing over my puffy, soaked lips, her fingernail teasing at my hyper
sensitive clit, making me jerk and writhe anew.
“Unnnggggghhhhhhhhhh………yesssssssssssssssssssssssss” I groaned and hissed in
response.
“Good girl…….now cum on my
hand. NOW!!” With that she shoved two fingers deep up into
me as a third rubbed over and pressed down on my clit.
And I did. My body jerked and shook and contorted all
over the table as stars exploded in my head and I felt like a nuclear explosion
had gone off between my legs! I
screamed, as she roughly fucked her fingers in and out of me, the walls of my
pussy grasping at them with each new invasion.
Spending stream after stream of my cum juices
all over her hand and running down my legs.
Finally she slowed her fingers and withdrew them slowly as my orgasm
settled back into something nearing earthly proportions.
The next thing I felt was
her other hand grabbing my hair and lifting my head up. She covered my nose and mouth with the slimy
hand she’d just pulled from my cunt and I heard her
voice in my ear once more.
“Now, clean up the mess your
slutty nasty cunt has made
on my hand girl.”
My reaction was
instantaneous and volcanic. My mind went
blank and a new involuntary orgasm shook through me at the humiliation and
degradation of her words and actions. My
mouth flew open and I sucked and slurped and tongued at her hand, tasting my
own pussy for the very first time.
She finally pulled her
glistening hand away from my sucking mouth and then pulled up on my hair. She guided me up off the table on very shaky
legs and then pushed me down to my knees.
She pulled my head back so that I was looking almost up at the ceiling
as she moved closer and straddled my face.
I realized that I had no idea when she’d stripped but she was naked now
too.
“MMmmmmmmmmm”
she moaned as she settled her pussy down onto my face “now, you can thank me
like a good little slut should.”
My mouth opened and my tongue
pushed up into her very wet sex as she ground down onto it. She grabbed my head with both hands, fingers tangled in my hair at both sides of my head
and began to ride my face like it was a man’s cock.
“Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,
that’s it……….c’mon………suck my cunt
good char……..ooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…..real good
now………..” she
spewed in a lust thickened voice.
I was doing my best to
please her, and having trouble getting a breath, every time I moved my head to
one side or the other she jerked it back and rubbed her hot and slimy wet pussy
harder onto my face. She must’ve been
almost as turned on by my paddling as I had been because she suddenly stiffened
and screamed.
“AAAAAaaaaiiiiieeeeeeeeeee…….NOW!!! SUCK MY
CLIT!!!!!!” I moved slightly and wrapped
my mouth around her erect bud and sucked it into my mouth and she jerked and
screamed again.
“YEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!! OH GODDDDDDDDDD !!!!!!”
I could feel her pussy
contracting and sending rivers of cum and juices running down into my mouth and
over my chin. It was running down my
neck and all over my bouncing tits. She
was squatting on my face now, writhing up and down, slowing little by little as
her orgasm finally began to wane.
Finally she pulled my head
away from her crotch……and stood there, gasping and panting as she looked down
at me.
She knelt down in front of
me and took my head in both hands and kissed me deeply. A long time later, when she finally broke the
kiss she looked at me again and smiled a different smile than I’d seen before.
“Mmmmmmm
char, that was incredible – you make such a good submissive slut for me.”
I half smiled although my
face burned and I cast my eyes down.
Thousands of thoughts running through my head……….what did it mean? What came next?
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