As Bree went to her closet, Matt went over and turned off the lamp. The atmosphere seemed calmer, at least in the room, with the hazy yellow illumination shadowed from the bathroom as the only source of light. He returned to the bed and sat down on its edge. Bree brought him two ties from her robes, nice soft fluffy cottony material and a double long wrap around leather belt. She handed them to Matt and he nodded his approval as he set them on the bottom of the bed.
He reached up and caressed her cheek with the tips of his fingers. Then slowly drew them along her jaw line; tracing her lips with the tip of his thumb and held it centered over her mouth. He looked at her, almost willing her to take it into her mouth. She hardly separated her lips to touch his thumb with the tip of her tongue. His nod was barely noticeable, but she read it and opened her lips to him more. He inserted his thumb all the way into the back of her mouth and she knowingly started to suck on it, lightly at first, then with a wanton abandon. Matt sucked in a deep breath and then sighed. The signal to his cock was immediate, as was his response.
He waited a few moments before withdrawing his thumb from her mouth. When he did Bree exhaled noisily, almost in a whine. A smile crossed his face as he traced his wet thumb over her chin and down along her throat. He stroked his thumb along her collar bone before he flattened his hand out and slid it into the V-neck of her t-shirt. He moved it under her bra and caressed his fingers over her breast. He massaged her soft tissue and traced over her areola with the pad of his thumb. She closed her eyes and moaned as her nipple hardened upon his touch and he lightly tugged on it.
“Open your eyes,” he quietly commanded. His voice was soft and silky, but none the less in control. When she looked at him, her eyes a little glazy, he smiled. He pinched her little pink nub and watched as her pupils dilated. He released the pressure on it and caressed her softly again. He removed his hand from her shirt. Then he traced along her rib cage and came to rest on the curve of her ass. He moved both hands to her hips and gently pushed her to a turning position. He faced her away from him and slid his hand back into the tear in her jeans.
“God, I love this tear; it makes things very convenient for me Bree.” His voice was sexy, but unnerving at the same time. She tensed her butt muscles and heard him laugh quietly at her. He rubbed his hand over her ass and then slowly slid his fingers between her legs. He immediately felt her clench her muscles tighter. She was too late; he felt her warmth and wetness.
His voice deepened as his need grew. “Bring me a ruler Bree, or a yardstick-type of instrument. Since you thought it was funny, also bring me the largest spatula you have in the house.” He laughed as Bree turned red and swallowed audibly. He swatted her ass as she moved to do his bidding.
She brought back a thick wooden ruler like they used to hand out in grade school. Then she handed him a red spatula that was about four inches long and three inches wide with a thick round wooden handle.
“Very nice, very nice indeed. Well done Bree. You’ve made excellent choices.”
His voice was soft, but very animalistic. He took the wooden handle of the spatula and placed it between Bree’s legs. Then he slowly drew it up and down the inside of her thighs several times. On the last upward movement, he rested it in the apex of her legs and started to push it in and out as if poking at something on the other side of her. Each movement of the handle sent pulsations of excitement through her pussy. She actually rocked forward she was so unwound by his teasing.
He spoke with a deep hunger in his throat. He peeked at Bree, through hooded eyes, as she stood there and looked at the spatula in his hand as he finally withdrew it from between her legs. When he quickly lifted it and smacked it against his palm she yelped and jumped back in a nervous excitement, she was already soaked from his teasing.
Matt’s voice became deeper and smoky as he spoke to her. She was intoxicated by his voice as he gave his commands to her. He slowly wiped the palms of his hands up and down his thighs in order to stop himself from grabbing her and pulling her into his hold. It took every ounce of his control not to reach out and ravish her.
He’d wanted to take her in his arms and run his hands over her the very second she came into view earlier today. She caught his attention with that little red bra under her white t-shirt. She caught his breath when she turned and he saw her bare ass flesh through the rip in her jeans. He knew right then that he wanted her. That message came through loud and clear and he promised himself, he was going to have her. Right now, he needed to keep her out of his reach or this was going to go faster than he wanted it to. He took a breath as he watched her stiffen in anticipation as he spoke to her.
“Now Bree, I want you to stand a little closer, about three feet from me. We’re going to explore that spanking fantasy you spoke of earlier. First, I want you to slowly undress for me.” He swallowed hard to stop his voice from giving signs of his need away to her. “Start with your top and bra.” He licked his lips as he saw a shiver run through her muscles. He cleared his throat and firmly stated his next order, but he still sounded gravelly. “Then I want you to take off your boots, your jeans, and your panties. Bree, when you take your jeans off, do it very slowly.”
Matt smiled as he watched her hands shakily grasp the bottom of her t-shirt and slowly start to lift it over her belly. She never took her eyes off the spatula in his hand as she continued to lift it over her breasts and then pulled it over her head. When her shirt was off, he rubbed the spatula over his palm and watched as she sucked in a breath. He moaned as he took the spatula and dragged the wooden handle under his nose, inhaling her scent deeply as he watched Bree’s response. She froze in mid-movement.
“Continue,” he commanded.
“Oh fuck!” she said, as her hands continued to shake and she reached back and unhooked her bra. She started to remove it and heard Matt’s voice.
“Slowly. Take it off very slowly.” As the straps came over her shoulders, he said, “Fuck honey, you are beautiful.”
She continued to do as she was told, dragging the straps of her red silk bra over her shoulders inch by inch. Then she crossed her arms in front of her and she brought the straps down her arms, delaying her exposure, as long as possible until finally her breasts were freed from the cups. Teasingly, she covered her breasts with her forearm and watched as Matt’s brow furrowed. Bree smiled as she playfully tossed her bra at Matt and it hit him in the face.
He smiled and lifted his brow as he spoke, “That will cost you birthday girl. That will cost you big. Now uncover those lovely breasts for me.” He teased her by moving the spatula over his leg and then quickly slapping his thigh to make a ‘smack’ sound again. Instinctively Bree took a step back and a tremor ran down her body, she clenched her legs together as she felt her excitement grow. She wasn’t sure if it was his words or the sound of the spatula smacking off his muscled thigh that caused her to be so excited, but she knew she was hot and wet.
She actually felt herself drip from her sex when she watched as he rubbed the spatula over his leg again and again. Bree realized she hadn’t been this sexually excited in the longest time. She wasn’t sure exactly what her immediate future held in store, but she was glad she chose the fork in the road that led to Matt. All she pictured was her naked bottom over his lap. As the picture came to her mind, she tightened the muscles in her pussy to stop herself from getting her panties any wetter than they were.
Matt’s voice was almost a human growl as it broke the silence in the room and pulled Bree from her thoughts. He gave his order, “Continue with your boots, then the jeans next.”
Bree lifted her foot knee high and unzipped her shoe boot, first one, than the other. She realized that every time she moved or bent, her breasts jiggled a little. Smiling to herself, she understood why his directions were so specific and in that order. She unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans and slowly started to shimmy them down her legs. She exaggerated the movement for the best effect and made her breasts wiggle a little more than necessary. First, she pu
shed her jeans slowly over her hips, her thighs, and finally pulled her feet out of the legs and pushed them to the side with a flick of her foot. As she hooked her thumbs in her panties she heard Matt say, “Stop.”
“Turn around Bree and face the wall. I want your back facing me when those lovely red panties come off. I want the front row view of that lovely ass of yours as it’s unveiled and, of course, anything else that gets unveiled is a bonus.”
Bree turned and started to slowly slide her panties down. When she got them to her knees, again she heard Matt growl out the word “Stop.” She did as he bid.
She couldn’t see him, but she could imagine the picture he was getting from where he sat and for some reason, she wasn’t uncomfortable by the thought of the suggestive view she presented. If it was Mark, she realized she would be embarrassed or worse ashamed, but with Matt, it seemed comfortable, sexy even. She heard him get off the bed and step closer to her. It wasn’t till he was right next to her that she saw his boots and felt his touch. She would have sworn his fingers trembled as they touched her.
“Grab hold of your ankles Bree and don’t let go of them.” His voice was so sultry it sent chills through her body. She closed her eyes and had to take a deep breath before she moved her hands to her ankles.
“Oh god!” She tightened her legs together to give some relief to the pulsations starting in her pussy.
Matt took the spatula and rubbed it across Bree’s bare bottom as he slid his hand up and down her back. “Your ass is really pretty Bree, very sexy,” he said as he caressed it with the spatula head. “It’s going to be even prettier when it’s all nice, warm and pink from your spanking.” He held back the growing need from being heard in his voice, but there was little he could do to change the sultry sound of it at this point.
“Do you remember when I said, good girls get rewarded?” His North Carolina accent seemed to be thickening along with his cock. He adjusted himself in his jeans as he slid his other hand over the contour of her ass until he had a handful of flesh. Matt couldn’t stop himself from wanting to hear Bree cry out just once before they really got started. He squeezed tight on her flesh, digging his fingers in, knowing his prints would be seen in the morning. He released his grip when he heard her moan and answer him.
“Yes.” She tilted her head to the side and looked back at him. His eyes were concentrating on her ass and on the movement of his hand and the spatula. She realized she never felt so nervous or so excited in her life and they hadn’t even done anything yet.
“Well, consider this a reward spanking. You were very brave today. First the jump, then dinner and intimate questions, and now you’re here with me, exploring your desires. That’s brave.” He teased her as he skimmed the curve of her ass with the rubber surface, then tapped her bare skin. “Bree what is this?”
“The spatula.”
“Good. What do you want me to do with it?” His voice was even sexier as his accent and his voice deepened. Bree couldn’t help but notice and the change in it was a major turn on for her.
She hesitated a few seconds as she cleared her thoughts and tried to quickly refocus. “Spank me?”
“Is that a question or a statement?” he asked, his voice firm, then commanding, “If it’s a statement, make it sound like one.”
He was going to draw this out for her, tease her, play with her, make her anticipate and ask for it every step of the way. This was her initiation into his type of play. He was skilled and she would soon find out just how skilled. He wanted her to enjoy herself. To know anything she wanted was hers for the asking, as long as, it was given on his terms and timetable.
Bree cleared her throat and felt the moisture seep from between her legs onto her labia and thighs. Her ass cheeks clenched as he moved the rubber tip down her crack.
“Spank me,” she said more clearly and with enthusiasm.
“Better, now hold still and don’t let go of those ankles.” Matt placed his left hand on her lower back and gently caressed small circles there. He lifted the red rubber just a few inches off her bottom and then smacked her right cheek. She flinched, but didn’t move or let go of her grasp. He moved the flat spatula head to the left side of her ass and hit her again with the hard surface. He went side to side, each time, hitting her with a little more force, but not much, this was her warm up exercise. After five swats to each side, he rubbed his hand over her bare skin.
“I love the feel of warm freshly spanked ass flesh,” he said, as he slid his hand down to the fold where her ass met her thighs. He pulled back and gave her a firm swat with his bare hand. “Oh!” cried Bree. Not from pain as much as from the shock of his bare hand touching her ass so close to her pussy.
“Darlin’, it’s time those panties came all the way off and you bring them to me.” Matt turned, sat on the bed and waited.
Bree slid her panties down her lower legs and held them in her hands. She walked to him with her panties crumbled tightly in her fist. Matt smiled and held out his hand. Slowly, she handed them to him. He took them from her, held them in his hand, then brought them to his nose and smelled them. “You smell delicious Bree,” he said. He watched as her eyes widened in disbelief. “I’ll need these in a little while.”
Bree looked from her panties to his face and back to her panties again. Oh god, what exactly does he mean by that and more importantly, what does he plan on doing with them?
“How are you feeling now? Less nervous, I hope.” Matt slid his hands over her breasts as he spoke, playing with her soft tissue and manipulating her nipples as they hardened from his touch. He waited for a reply as she nervously tried to cover her pussy with her hands. Matt didn’t miss a move. He just smiled at her modesty and gently shook his head no. Gradually she moved her hands away and placed them at her sides. Looking directly at the glistening moist hair at the apex of her legs he quizzed her.
“Are you wet?”
“Yes.” She looked down at herself.
“So you’re excited. I take it that means you enjoyed your intro to spanking then.” He slid his hands from her breast down to her hips and held her still. “Did you like it honey? Do you want more?” He stroked his hands slowly up and down the outsides of her thighs as he spoke, feeling every twitch of the muscles in her body as she practically vibrated at his touch.
“Yes,” she said.
“Yes what?” He wanted her to say it; that was half the fun and excitement, getting her to say things she wasn’t used to. He wanted her to ask for more and to get comfortable with that. He had to show her it was ok. Everything she wanted was ok with him, but she had to ask.
“Yes, I liked it. Yes, I want more.” She dropped her eyes and was shaking with need as she continued. She couldn’t believe what she was saying even as the words came out of her mouth. “Matt please spank me again.”
“My pleasure, now lie over my lap and position your pretty pink ass over my thigh. Make sure you’re comfortable because this will take a few minutes.” Bree felt herself getting wetter just from hearing him tell her bend her ass over his thigh. She literally felt her knees shake as she moved closer to him. She positioned herself over his lap; she could feel his erection along the side of her lower abdomen. She went to move away but Matt sensed her hesitancy. He purposefully pulled her closer to him and rubbed his erect cock into the side of her soft flesh. His voice vibrated with lust. “Lie so your chest is on the bed honey, but so I can see your face and remember hold still. I don’t want you to fall off my lap.”
“Now, for those lovely panties, I knew they would come into play sooner or later. Bree, bring your arms behind your back please.” He took Bree’s lace undies and slid her arms through the leg holes, pulling them up above her elbows. “Cross your arms so that each hand can take hold of the opposite elbow please.” Then he tied the panties over her crossed arms to hold them in place at the wrists.
Once in position, Matt started his torment of her all over again. “Your ass is a light pink, soon to be a little deeper pin
k. We just need to get the blood flowing to the surface more. This time Bree, I’m going to use my bare hand.” She squirmed as he said it. “Hold still now or I’ll add on a few more swats.”
His first slap came across the top of her right buttock and she tightened her ass cheeks reflexively. The second on the fleshy part of the same cheek; then he spanked her on the lower curve. He repeated the same pattern on her left side. The last four spanks, he drifted down the center of her ass. The last two he landed in a cupping fashion over her pussy and she clenched her legs tightly against his hand as she yelped in surprise.
She was a willing participant and she loved it already. He knew she would, almost from the moment he saw her, but it was when she cheekily pulled the chest straps tight on his instructors harness and gave him sass, that he was sure of her. Novice or experienced, it didn’t matter to him, she was going to be a fun partner and it was only going to get better from here.
“Give me that ruler please.” He had to hold back his laugh as he felt every muscle in her pelvis tighten over his thighs and her ass checks clench under his palm.
Oh my god! I’m going to come right now. I swear that was the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. Bree took a deep breath to clear her thoughts before answering. “I can’t, my hands are tied.” It was almost a whine the way she said it. She looked over her shoulder at him wondering why he hadn’t realized that himself.
“You don’t need your hands Bree darlin’, be creative. Use that sassy mouth of yours.” He smiled at the stunned look on her face at his suggestion. “If I remember correctly, Beauty didn’t use her hands to pick up the roses in the Queen’s chamber did she? I’m fairly sure she used her beautiful mouth.”
When she realized he was serious, she pushed her head up and grabbed the ruler with her mouth. She turned her head, looking back at him, and pushed the ruler toward him. He said two words, “Thank you.” A second later, he readied himself to take it to her bottom.
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