Spanked: Spanking Romance - Adult Bedtime Story Anthology of Punishment, Discipline & Submission Romance

by Lady Aingealicia

  “Please, we will be working close enough.” He smiled as he began to eat. “Call me Anthony or Tony.”

  “Okay, Anthony.” She took a deep breath. “I put the corrections in the file for you so that you can see where the glitches were. And thank you for dinner.”

  “Oh no problem.” He laughed. “I usually eat alone. So tell me more about you.” He finally said. As the night moved on, she shared most everything. He looked her up and down as she followed his lead.

  “So, you are a virgin?” He came out bluntly after about the 4th drink. She blushed deeply. She did not have to answer his question. “I don’t mean to be out of line, just a note.” He added.

  “There was just never anyone who interested me.” She finally answered as she sat there.

  “I understand that all too well.” He replied, he motioned for her to move to the couch with him. “I waited too. Too busy with work.” She sat beside him, she was not sure if he was hitting on her or not. His hand went to her back as they sat there and looked at the full moon.

  “I want to take you somewhere.” He finally said. “Do you trust me?” He got up and went to his phone and called for his car.

  “I do.” She said as she stood up. She grabbed her jacket and followed him out of the office not knowing where they were headed.

  The Penthouse Suite

  The car pulled up and they got in. Anthony told the driver where to go. They came to a hotel and he looked at her. As the driver let them out, she held his hand. This was overwhelming to her. She was not sure what to expect, however she was very excited. She had never done anything like this before.

  He led her to the elevator as he waved to the door man. They went up in silence as his key unlocked the top floor. The entered a suite that looked very lived in. Donna looked around as he led her to the balcony. He wanted to show her how beautiful the city was. She took a deep breath in as he removed her jacket.

  “Wow.” Was all she could say. She noticed he walked back into the living room and she followed him. He took off his shoes and started to get comfortable. Throwing his jacket on the chair. He patted the seat beside him. She moved beside him and he poured some red wine. She excited him and she had no clue. He knew he wanted to take is slow with her and build a relationship, however the fact she had been untouched made his engine run.

  “This is where I live.” He smiled as he took a drink. “Look, I have to be honest with you. My bringing you here was not completely honorable.”

  “I know.” She said. “I came because I wanted to. I don’t normally do this.” He took her by the hand and led her to the bedroom. Leaving her standing there, he went and ran some bathwater. He motioned for her to follow him. She took off her shoes and walked into the plush bathroom.

  He walked up to her and took her face in his hands and leaned down and kissed her softly, tracing his tongue along her lips. His hand moved down to her blouse and began to unbutton it as she responded by kissing him back. Letting her mouth open just enough for his tongue to slide in and play with hers. She let him remove her blouse as his mouth followed his fingers.

  Taking one nipple in his mouth, he sucked gently and then he traced over to the other nipple. She was so sensitive. Her skirt was off before she knew it and around her ankles. He stopped and turned off the water. Bringing her with him, he stepped in. She had not even noticed in the sensations that he was now without clothing. His body was very in shape. His six pack was glistening from the water that had splashed on him.

  She took off her nylons and let her panties fall to the floor as she stepped in. He drew her to him and his hands traced down her body. Turning her around, he washed her back and kissed her neck. She shivered under his touch as his hands went lower and lower. He would wait to take her after the bath. Moving his hands in front, he gently moved her legs open and found her hidden clit with one hand.

  His other hand cupped her breast as she could feel his hardness behind her. She was so lost in the moment, her breath caught in her throat. His thumb played with her clit, making it harder with every pulse. His kisses became more aggressive as she responded to him. As they finished washing up, he got out and pulled a towel for her and wrapped it around her as she stepped out.

  Leading her to the bedroom he looked at her and grabbed her, putting her on the bed. Opening the towel, she laid there before him, her eyes open as she did not stop him. His hands traced down her body and spread her legs wider. His kisses went across her neck as his thumb went back to her clit. He could feel her hips move and he had not even really done anything yet. He kissed her breast and then stopped.

  “This won’t change anything at work.” He commented, more of a question. She shook her head no as he kissed further down her belly and opened her lips. He looked and saw how perfect she was. His hands pushed a bit and her clit popped out as his mouth covered it and his tongue flicked slowly. Her hands were clenching the bed as he lowered his hand and placed a finger inside her. He wanted her first time to be the best it could be.

  She was wetter than he expected. Sucking on her clit, he vibrated his tongue across it and placed another finger in as her hips arched to meet his gentle touch. She began to moan as he moved his tongue faster and faster across the growing nub. Her hands went to her breast and she pulled on her nipples making them hard. Her eyes were closed and her head was to the side as he flicked his tongue back and forth. He felt her walls tighten as he pushed in and out.

  She was getting wetter and wetter by the moment. He opened her lips wider and attacked her nub, sucking and teasing it. She writhed under him as he knew she was close. Sticking his tongue deep inside her hole, he wiggled it around and felt her body responding. As he moved from her opening to her nub, her hands went to the back of his head and held it there as her legs clamped around his head. She cried out and screamed as she came like she had never cum before.

  He pulled back and pushed her legs open as he flicked the clit more and she quivered cumming again. He liked that of her. She would be fun to have as a lover. He knew that she would not try to take it to the next level. He moved his fingers inside her and found they moved in and out with ease. She finally came back down and he looked at her.

  “Are you ready for the next step?” He asked. She nodded as she knew that this would be the last night she would be pure.

  Demon Romance

  By Lady Aingealicia

  The Inheritance

  Rochelle was 24 when she inherited her Aunt Bertha’s house. She had been only been there 3 times in her young life. She remembered the house being big and foreboding. Hidden in the mountains, the house was hidden away from the world and society in general. The nearest town was an hour away. She knew that there were rumors of the house and what lied with in, however because of her wanting to have a home of her own she moved in and what she got was the shock of her life.

  Move in day

  Rochelle finished her last email in the office before she took one last look around. She picked up the box that contained her personal belongings and started to head out the door. As she made her way down the hall, she heard her named being called. As she turned, she saw Brad chasing after her with a plant. She laughed in her mind. She had been friends with Brad since she had started working for Lil Miss Magazine.

  “Rochelle.” Brad ran towards her, his grey eyes looked her frame over as he did. He caught up to her and towered over her at 6’4”. Running his hands through his dark brown hair, he caught his breath and held out the small tree for her. “It is a braided money tree. I thought it would bring you luck at your new home.” He looked at the ground and kicked his toe into the carpet.

  He had always wanted to be with Rochelle and he had never even asked her out on a date. Her eyes always smiled and he noticed that the city never stole her spirit like it did with so many others. He noticed as she placed the box on the desk next to her, she reached up and hugged him tight. He wrapped his arms around her waist and smelled her honey blonde hair. He knew she had no idea on
the history of the home that she was moving into, he did though and because of that he had planned on visiting her as much as possible.

  “Well Brad,” Rochelle gave him a million dollar smile and pushed a piece of her hair behind her ear. “There is always email and phones. Since I will be working at home, you can shoot me an email and let me know how you are doing. Besides, I want you to visit when I have the open house.”

  Rochelle had made sure that everything was set up for her to be able to work at home. She was never really a people person and since she edited the articles for the Magazine, she could always work at home with an occasional meeting in the city if needed. Then again there was always Skype to use as well if need be. It cost her a fortune to make sure she had internet access, however for her it was worth it and the Magazine picked up half the cost. They did not want to lose her.

  “Walk with me to my car Bradly.” She used her pet name for him. As they walked, he carried her box and the plant. She smiled that he cared so much that he bought her a house warming plant. That was beyond what she had expected. “I am going to miss seeing you. You have been such a good friend for me here.”

  She glanced around the area and saw the skyscrapers blocking out the sun. Getting into her Volvo, she knew she would be okay in the mountains where she was headed. The house had been in the family for centuries and handed down from generation to generation. Aunt Bertha had passed the year before, and even though Rochelle had not spent a great deal of time with her as a child, she was very close to her. They would often write letters to each other. At least once a week, if not more.

  Rochelle watched the traffic begin to build as Brad shut her door. Leaning down, Brad put his head in the window and kissed her cheek. He was at a loss for words. He felt like he was losing his only friend from his world. He did computer work for Lil Miss, so he had to stay or he would move up to the town she was going to be near. It was not that he was a stalker, he just knew where his heart lied.

  “Look Rochelle.” He began, he knew she had to go soon to beat some of the traffic. “If you need anything, call me.” He was nervous about her being in that home alone. The history of the home was full of many tragedies and deaths. The town was leery of it, as was he.

  “I will Bradly.” Rochelle started her car and knew that she needed to get moving. She would pick up Runt on the way. Runt was her cat she had had for 3 years. She had found him in the ally abandoned and nursed him back to health. Since then, he went everywhere she went, except to work. He was a black and white cat with a star marking on his forehead and his paws looked like he dipped them into paint. She also had to give the keys back to Mrs. Wong and get her deposit back.

  The moving van was already up at the new home, putting the labeled boxes in the correct rooms. What she remembered of the home, she knew that her one bedroom apartment could fit into the living room of this house. Before she even considered moving in, she had the house checked for all the things needed to live there. Water, electric, sewage and the like. Aunt Bertha had kept it up well. Though the inspector let her know that the house gave him the willies, everything checked out.

  She patted Brad’s hand and drove out into the traffic. Arriving to her brownstone, she saw Mrs. Wong standing there with a bamboo plant. She noticed she was getting more plants now than she had in her whole existence in the city. Her best friend Maria had given her three. It must be a thing with people getting houses she thought. She parked the car and got out to collet Runt and see Mrs. Wong one last time.

  The First Night

  Rochelle packed up Runt and gave Mrs. Wong one last hug. There was a look of worry on her face. She did not say anything except for Rochelle to be careful and that the apartment would be available for her if she needed to come back. Rochelle assured her that would not be the case. As she drove up the drive way and saw the house, it was ominous in its presence. It was an old Gothic house, there were three floors, an attic and a basement. She was sure that Aunt Bertha had left her the furniture from the home as well.

  As she approached the home, a chill went through her body and clouds cast a shadow over the land. There were 50 acres attached to the house. She stopped the car and pulled out Runt’s cage. He began to howl the minute she walked up the porch. She was sure it was just the move. She saw the moving van was still there and opened the door to find the house empty. Setting Runt down, she walked around the house. There was no one there. Shaking her head, she pulled out her phone and called the moving company. The voice mail came on and she left a message that the van was still there.

  As she went back into the house, she felt the same chill go down her spine as she crossed the threshold. Looking around, she found the light switch and turned on the hall lights. Moving to the kitchen, she found Runt’s food and water bowls and set them out. She did not want to let him out until she had his food section set up. She saw a shadow move out of the corner of her eye. Turning her head, she saw nothing was there. She shook her head and found Runt’s food. She was sure she was just tired.

  Picking up Runt and moving back to the kitchen she opened his cage and opened it up. He would not come out, he even hissed at her when she tried to pull him out. She had never seen him act this way. Shrugging her shoulders she figured it was just the move and a new space. He would come out when he was ready. She was ready to explore.

  She looked around the kitchen and saw how big it was. Her boxes took up the center island. Aunt Bertha had left her everything. There were dishes in the china cabinet and she saw pots and pans hanging from the ceiling. As she walked into the living room. The furniture was covered with sheets. She began to take the sheets off. The furniture was from the 1800’s it looked like and still in amazing condition Rochelle noted. She saw the desk in the corner and pulled the sheet off. She could not believe how beautiful it was.

  Running her hand over the solid oak that was still polished, she felt the smooth wood under her fingertips. She closed her eyes and could see herself sitting her working. She would want to move it to the window for better light. Suddenly she felt a breath upon the back of her neck. Opening her eyes, she turned quickly, there was nothing there. She could see why the inspector said the house gave him the willies. It felt as if something was there that was not there.

  As Rochelle continued to move around the house, she saw treasures that would make anyone excited. There were so many antiques in the home, it was like a museum in its own rights. She knew Aunt Bertha was born in this house and died in this house. That did not bother her. It made her feel secure in a weird way. As Rochelle walked up the stairs she noticed it got warmer until she came to a room that was locked. The handle was ice cold. She would have to try the keys later. She saw Runt was now following her everywhere. Reaching down, she picked him up and patted him.

  “I will get your litter box out so you have a place to go potty.” She whispered in his ear as she put him back down. He led her to another room. When she opened the door she saw it was the master bedroom. It was huge and had a four poster bed in the room with all the dressers and a vanity. She gasped as she never expected to have such a nice room. She walked around the room and thought she heard her name whispered.

  Turning and thinking that maybe it was one of the movers. The door swayed as she turned. Looking around and going to the door, Rochelle looked around and saw no one there. She listened for sounds downstairs and there was nothing. She walked down the stairs to make sure and looked around. There was no one there. She knew how tired she was from the drive and all the packing she had done to move. So she was sure it was just sheer exhaustion from everything. Looking around at the boxes, she decided she would unpack the next day. For now she only needed to unpack a few things and bring in the plants from the car.

  She knew exactly where they were going to go. In the kitchen with the big plant window that had been put in there. It looked fairly new. As she brought in the plants she noticed that Runt was not with her. She figured Runt was upstairs in bed. Making two trips, Rochelle brought
in the 5 plants given to her. Placing them in the window, she headed back upstairs and found her suitcase she had packed for the first few days and found the litter box.

  As she entered into the bathroom, she turned on the shower. Steam began to rise from the heat very quickly. Aunt Bertha had just put in a new water heater, so she knew that was working well. As she got undressed, the bathroom door shut. She figured it was the wind from the window. When she looked she saw that the window was not open. Placing the litter box down, she looked around for Runt. She would have to show him where it was before she went to bed.

  As she adjusted the water to be just right. Hanging her towel on the rack outside the tub, she stepped in and felt the water moved over her sore muscles. Taking her loofa, she began to rub her body. Across her full breast and down to her stomach. She felt her body begin to tingle as it seemed that someone had got into the shower with her. Letting the water run down her hair, she began to wash her hair and felt what she thought were hands on her breast. They began to knead them and the nipples became hard. Her hands went further down between her thighs as she found her nub and began to rub it.

  She opened her legs a bit more and felt what seemed to be fingers exploring her lips. Becoming wetter between her thighs, she rubbed faster. It felt like her body was alive as the fingers began to prod her opening. She kept her eyes closed and rubbed faster as she let whatever sensation take over her body. Her head thrown back and she found her back against the wall as she rolled her nub between her finger and thumb. Crying out, she felt her pussy being stretched by something that was not there.