by Marie Haynes
Think of something else, she told herself sternly, he’ll be finished soon and then you can ask him for permission. As time passed, however, she began to squirm a bit as the pressure in her bladder increased. Finally the water turned off, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
When she heard Spiro’s footsteps close behind her, she gathered her courage and asked, “Please, Spiro. I need to use the bathroom.”
“I imagine you do. Here’s the thing, though,” he said as he ran a hand over her still warm arse. “For every privilege I give you, you must pay a price. Are you willing to pay?”
“Yes,” she answered unhesitatingly. If he didn’t allow her to go soon, she was likely to dribble right there in the corner.
“Anything?” he persisted.
“Yes, please, anything,” she was desperate.
“Did you move?”
Alicia hesitated only slightly. “Yes, I did. I’m sorry, but I wanted to rub my behind.”
“Did you?”
“No, I didn’t,” she admitted, trying not to cross her legs in an effort to stem the coming flood. “I moved my hands and then stopped myself. I’ve also been wiggling just now since I have to go so badly.”
For a moment, Spiro said nothing. Then he walked away. Oh Lord! How could she stand much more?
“Turn around,” he commanded.
Alicia did so.
“Do not remove these.” Spiro clipped a clothespin on the side of each of her labia.
“Oh!” Alicia cried at the unexpected pain.
“Go,” he directed, slapping her arse once as she ran to the bathroom.
She barely made it to the toilet before her bladder opened. The pain of the full bladder, however, had been replaced by the fire radiating from her nether lips. Carefully wiping herself, Alicia’s eyes and pussy both watered at this new sensation. When she finished, she slowly returned to the main room of the suite.
“Now, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Spiro asked.
“No, sir,” she lied.
Spiro laughed. “In that case, you’re really going to enjoy this.”
Alicia could not contain her cry of pain as he removed the pins.
“Greet me,” he commanded.
Thanks to Mr. Devonshire’s training, Alicia instinctively knelt before him and took his manhood into her mouth. He was smaller than Maverick but thicker, and in an embarrassingly short time her jaw began to ache. She willed herself to relax. Somehow she knew her punishment would be quite severe if she did not perform this simple task to his liking. She cupped his balls in her hand, gently massaging them. Spiro groaned. Trying to relieve some of the pressure on her jaws, Alicia concentrated on the tip of his penis, quickly flicking her tongue over it then drawing just the head into her mouth and sucking. Spiro dropped his hand to her head. She expected him to push her down onto his staff, but he seemed content simply to rest his hand. She stole a glance up at him, but his head was thrown back. Apparently she was pleasing him. Gaining a degree of confidence, Alicia continued to lick and suck on Spiro’s tasty staff.
“Stand,” he said softly.
Regretfully, Alicia did so. Once she had relaxed, the aching had ceased and she had begun to enjoy the greeting. Spiro held her hand and guided her to the bed.
“Lie on your back,” he commanded.
Alicia did so, smiling up at him.
“Think you’re going to get fucked, do you? I bet you’re nice and wet by now.” He tested his theory by inserting two fingers inside of her.
Alicia arched her back, welcoming the fullness.
“Yes, you certainly are wet.” He worked several fingers into her tunnel. Alicia squirmed with delight.
“Let’s review,” he said cryptically. “You’ve been properly spanked with the brush. You’ve been humiliated in the corner. You’ve been tortured with a full bladder and pinched pussy lips.”
Alicia moaned throughout his recitation, concentrating mainly on his internal manipulations.
“As I would have expected, Maverick has taught you a proper greeting which, by the way, you performed with grace. Your pussy is drenched, so you have obviously enjoyed yourself so far.” He continued to probe her honey pot, bringing her to the brink of orgasm. “But what, my dear, have you done for me?” He yanked his hand from her.
Alicia gasped in shock and shame. What he said was true. Aside from a greeting, she had given him nothing.
“You did not think I would allow you to come so quickly, did you?” he asked.
“No-o-o-o,” she hesitantly answered. “How can I serve you?”
Spiro smiled. “Anoint me.”
“How?” she asked.
“Go into the bathroom and bring back the bottle of oil on the counter. You will work that into my skin, beginning with my feet,” he instructed.
Alicia nodded and scrambled off the bed to do his bidding. When she returned, Spiro stood in the middle of the room. Alicia stared at the beauty of his body before kneeling before his feet. Impulsively, she kissed and licked them before liberally applying the oil which emitted a slight scent of sandalwood.
“Ahh, that’s good,” Spiro moaned.
Continuing this pattern, Alicia worked her way up both legs, front and back. When she finally reached his penis, she hesitated.
“Go on,” he encouraged.
Obeying his directive, she kissed and licked the length of his rod, following with her oil-slicked hands. Persistently she worked her way up his torso, marvelling at the six pack of his stomach. Even his back rippled with defined muscles. The man could have been a model for Adonis, she thought as she applied the last of the oil to his thick, hard neck.
“Excellent,” Spiro complimented. “Now place your hands on the bed and bend over. I want to see if your arse is still red.” He ran a hand over her now cooled bottom. “What a shame. The redness has faded, no lingering warmth. Luckily I have never believed in spanking simply for disciplinary reasons. Now, my dear, I am going to whip you simply for my own pleasure. When I enter you, I want your skin to be as warm or warmer than your tunnel—no matter which tunnel I choose to explore.”
Already throbbing with excitement after having massaged every inch of the man’s body, Alicia whimpered with anticipation.
“Elbows on the bed. I want your bottom further in the air,” Spiro directed.
Alicia bent even further, her arse pointed upwards, her lips spread, exposing both her arse and love holes. She heard him walk about the room and then the snap of leather.
“I’ve always found that a taste of leather leaves a bottom quite tenderised,” he commented. “Remember, no howling. If you do, I’ll start over. If it continues, I’ll gag you.”
Without preamble, Spiro slapped her arse with the leather belt. Over and over again he worked a pattern on her still tender behind. Alicia laid her head on the mattress, unwittingly raising her arse even higher. Once the leather kissed her love opening and, not only did she cry out, she stood up. Not wasting a move, Spiro shoved her back into position and continued lashing her arse.
The pain continued to grow. Alicia gnawed her cheeks and squeezed her eyes shut. Still, tears flowed down her face. On the second swipe to her delicate inner folds, she could stand no more and shouted, “Enough.”
The silence that followed was deafening.
“I’m sorry,” she babbled, assuming her position once more. “Maybe I can go on in a few minutes, but please, I need a break. I can’t take any more swats right now. I…”
“Shhhh,” Spiro soothed, gently running his hand over her back. “You’ve stated the safe word. You need not explain or negotiate. I, as any true dominant, will always respect that word. You’ve done very well.”
Despite the blinding fire radiating from her arse and thighs, Alicia felt a surge of pride.
“I have a surprise for you,” he hinted.
Alicia felt a coolness enter her anus and knew he was applying lubrication. Next, something small and hard rolled inside of her. Again a hard ball entered h
er rectum, but this time slightly larger. In all, Alicia felt eight balls fill her, the last one quite large. By that point, her lonely, empty pussy dripped with honey.
Spiro stood directly behind her and grasped her hips. “Ah yes,” he moaned. “No discernable temperature change.” The tip of his manhood pushed into her vagina and he paused.
Alicia wiggled and squirmed, but he refused to thrust. Instead, the last and largest bead popped out of her anus.
“Oh!” she gasped and started to shake. Already the colours in the room were beginning to morph into the colours of her mind. She heard Spiro laugh slightly, and then he thrust himself into her core, yanking all the beads from her body. Colour exploded as Alicia screamed out her orgasm. Spiro continued to pump into her until he dug his fingers into her hips.
“That’s it, little Alicia, keep going,” he encouraged, reaching around to tweak her nipples.
“Oh God,” she cried out, letting wave after wave of pure pleasure wash over her. Vaguely, she became aware of Spiro’s ragged breath and heard a deep growl as he spilled his essence into her willing body. Alicia smiled, knowing that she had brought Spiro the fullest measure of pleasure.
* * * *
The next morning, Alicia woke up next to Spiro, a strong arm thrown across her chest, pinning her to the bed. At first she was startled but then, remembering the events of the night before and hearing the soft snores of the sleeping man, she snuggled against him and smiled. Her arse, still warm from her last spanking, reminded her of her performance. Despite the lingering soreness, she felt nothing but pride.
“Ummm, you smell good,” Spiro groggily whispered. “But what’s that growling?”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said, blushing, “that would be my stomach.”
He opened one eye and grinned. “Then we’d best do something about that.” He rolled over and reached for the phone. “Why don’t you go take a quick shower while I phone for some breakfast? Don’t take too long. I want you back here in five minutes.” He dispelled the sternness of his words with a kiss to her forehead.
“By the way,” he called as she scrambled from the bed. “Your behind looks glorious. Check it out in the mirror.”
After closing the door to the bathroom, she did as he suggested. Oh my! Her behind certainly was glorious. The redness lingered, showing the perfect striping, though only a slight tenderness remained. While Mr. Devonshire’s caning had left markings, she had never experienced such a widespread pattern. Running her hands over her rear, she shook her head. Who would have thought that such a thing could be so exciting? Snapping back to the present, she quickly showered and towelled off, making it back into the main room of the suite within the allotted time.
“Ah, there you are,” Spiro said. “Just in time, as well. I’m going to shower now and you, my beauty, will answer the door when room service arrives.”
“But,” she began, already fearing the answer, “I’m naked. Might I put a robe on?”
In answer, Spiro simply laughed and patted her bottom.
Oh, Lord, what on earth will the server think? Then again, why do I care? Sure, this is a bit embarrassing, but if this is what he wants, well, isn’t that why I’m here?
Alicia nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard the knock on the door.
“Room service.”
“Ah, coming,” she responded brightly.
Slowly she advanced towards the door. Could she open it and then hide behind it? Nope, not enough room. Well, nothing to do but gather what courage she had and do what needed to be done. Taking one last, deep breath, she opened the door.
“Right,” the young man stated. “I’ll just set this up on the table.” He pushed in the cart, barely glancing at Alicia. Unsure of what to do, she simply closed the door and stood silently, hoping Spiro would finish his shower and come out of the bathroom. Hearing the water turn off, she glanced towards the closed door. Unfortunately, Spiro did not reappear.
“Will that be all?” the server asked.
“Ah…yes, I think so,” she whispered.
“Then might I wish you a good morning, miss, and ask you to turn about so I might see your bottom?”
Alicia’s mouth dropped open. Could he be serious? To her shock, before she completed this thought, she had turned to face the wall and was, indeed, showing him her abused rear end.
“Ah! So Spiro used the belt, did he? You should feel proud of yourself, miss. He doesn’t usually leave such beautiful markings. I’ll be on my way, then. Good day.”
Alicia blushed furiously, still facing the wall, as she heard him leave the suite and close the door softly behind him.
“Excellent behaviour, Alicia,” Spiro complimented. “I think you truly have a companion’s temperament. Come. Sit. Enjoy your breakfast.”
Alicia gratefully sat at the table and did just that. The food was lovely. Fruit with yogurt, muffins, eggs Benedict, ham, juice, coffee, cream. A year ago, Alicia could not have imagined sitting completely naked across an elegant table from an equally elegantly dressed stranger, enjoying a gourmet breakfast. Her arse was still quite tender, so sitting was a bit of a challenge, but also a pleasure, she quickly realised.
“Well,” Spiro began, touching the linen napkin to his lips, “I need to be off for a few hours.”
“What?” Alicia squeaked, more than a little startled.
“No need to concern yourself. I’ll leave you well cared for and be back around two or so. If you’ve behaved, I’ll have a treat for you. If not, well, perhaps a bit more leather might be called for.”
“Oh,” she stammered. “Okay.” What was she to do all morning and afternoon?
“Right. Go stand in the centre of the room and bend over. Go on now,” he directed.
Remembering the bite of his belt, Alicia hurried to do as she had been told, bending over and placing her hands on the floor.
“You will,” he said, “not fiddle with or touch yourself.”
She felt the cold lubrication again enter her anus. One finger worked itself inside of her. She closed her eyes, fully enjoying the sensation.
“You will not leave the chair except to relieve yourself.”
His finger came out and she felt a sense of loss.
“You will relieve yourself only once in my absence.”
Something cold and hard pressed against her rear opening and she opened her eyes in anticipation.
“You will sit with your feet on the floor and back straight against the chair.”
She moaned in shock and surprise, feeling as if her body were being torn in half as Spiro shoved something large and hard deep into her arse. Bracing her hands on the thick carpet, she barely stopped herself from tumbling to the floor.
“That’s it, beauty.” Spiro led her to the chair and sat her down, forcing the plug deeper into her anus. He kissed the top of her head. “The phone is within reach if you need anything. My number and that of our server is on the table as well. He is, as I’m sure you have deduced, quite familiar with my needs.”
Alicia watched, her mouth open in shock, as Spiro gracefully walked to the door.
“You will not disappointment me,” he warned, firmly shutting the door behind him.
Fabulous, Alicia thought. Now what do I do? I just sit here. I can’t even turn on the radio or television. God this plug is big. It hurts less now. Maybe my muscles are getting more used to it. I hope I please him. I hope I represented Mr. Devonshire well. I’m babbling. I can’t believe I’m babbling inside my own head. Holy shit! I’m really losing it! This is stupid. Okay. Take a breath. Review. What have I done well?
First off, I’ve obeyed. Maybe not quickly enough, but I’ve obeyed and I’ve enjoyed it as well.
Second, I’ve taken a stern reprimand and used the safe word only once. I couldn’t have done that a few months ago.
Third, my body seems to please Spiro and that pleases me.
All in all, Alicia felt quite proud of her accomplishments. And, truth be told, the plug in
her arse was beginning to feel quite comfortable, erotic even. Careful not to rise from the chair, she wiggled a bit. The pressure shifted on the plug, and she moaned. Without thinking, she raised a hand and ran her fingers over her breasts. Her nipples had always been sensitive and, combined with the pressure in her arse, she began to tremble. Suddenly she remembered Spiro’s order and dropped her hand. Her head snapped up as she heard the door to the suite open.
“Haven’t been naughty, have you?” Spiro asked.
“I…ah…I thought you would be gone until around two,” she stalled.
“But it is almost two, my dear,” he said suspiciously. “And you have not answered my question.”
Alicia hung her head. “I touched my breasts,” she admitted.
“Why?”
“Because the plug felt so good that I forgot about your order,” she whispered.
Spiro said nothing for a while. He simply walked to the wet bar and poured himself a drink. Alicia felt her eyes water as she awaited his decision.
“You understand you will be punished,” he began.
“Yes, sir.”
Again he said nothing but simply sipped his drink and gazed out the window. Nearly an hour passed before he spoke again.
“Stand up, Alicia,” he commanded.
Grateful to hear his voice, Alicia practically leapt out of the chair to obey.
“Bend over.”
Without hesitation, she complied. Would he spank her again? Fuck her? It didn’t really matter as long as she served him and received her just consequence. She felt him grasp the plug and twist. Alicia moaned at this new sensation. He slowly turned the device around and around until her pussy was drenched and her thighs trembled. Suddenly he yanked the hard silicone from her body. Alicia cried out, both in pain and loss. She craved fulfilment, which Spiro would deny her.
