by Susan Sass
"Arms up," I said, grabbing the bottom of her shirt. She hurriedly obeyed, and I stripped her shirt off, revealing her perky B-cup breasts in a lacy bra. Reaching behind her with one hand, I quickly unfastened it and pulled it off of her. I could see she resisted the urge to cover herself up.
She had large, sensitive looking nipples, with dark areolas. "Hands behind your head," I said quietly. As she put her hands up I pointed to the corner of my room opposite the door to the rest of the house. "Stand there and don't move until I get back. Nose in the corner." Bree hastily moved to the corner and buried her nose there, making her well punished ass stick out.
Moving to my door, I walked out into the couch room, leaving the door to my room open so anyone who walked by could see Bree's predicament. Erin was sitting on the couch by herself, not paying attention to what was on T.V. She looked up expectantly as I opened my door.
"Show me where Bree's clothes are," I said calmly.
Erin jumped up and walked me to the room she shared with Bree. She pointed out the dresser that had Bree's things and showed me which half of the closet was Bree's.
"Thank you, you can go watch T.V. again," I said, looking through Bree's clothes.
Erin stood in the entrance to the room, looking uncertain. "Am I next?" she asked nervously.
"For what?"
"You know, to be spanked?"
"No," I said distractedly, "I told you that you weren't in trouble already. Unless you want to be?" I asked, glancing up expectantly for a moment.
Erin flushed, "Well, no, but you said no one was in trouble and now Bree is in there with a ridiculously red ass."
I chuckled, "Lets just say she convinced me she deserved to be in trouble." I looked over at her suddenly, "You're a switch, right?"
"A what?"
"You like to be on both sides of the spanking process?"
"Oh," she said with a frown, "I guess. Before this morning I'd only ever done the spanking."
I waved the comment away, "Ever spank a girl?"
Erin blushed, "What does that have to do with anything?"
"Would you just answer the question?" I said, exasperated.
"Sure," she replied, "A couple times on dares or for shits and giggles or whatever."
"But you've never really spanked a girl?" I pressed.
"Nope."
"Would you like to?" I asked, interested as to what her answer would be.
Erin stood dumbstruck for a moment, "I don't know. Maybe?"
"Well, think about it and get back to me. Now go watch T.V." Erin left with a thoughtful expression on her face, and I turned back to Bree's clothes. Most were totally inappropriate for what I was trying to do with her. Going through her dresser I found a T-shirt and some sweats that would suffice until I could find some more suitable clothing.
Shutting the dresser, I made my way back to my room, closing the door behind me. Bree was right where I had left her, nose in the corner, hands tight behind her head, cute red bubble butt pushed out for admiration.
Walking back to my bed, I called her over. When she turned around I noticed that she had tears streaming down her cheeks again, smearing her makeup further.
As she got close I pulled her to me in a tight hug that she returned enthusiastically, "What's the matter, baby girl?" I asked quietly. She just shook her head. "Are you upset you got punished?" She shook her head again. "Then what is it?"
Even with her face pressed tightly to my chest, I still heard her whisper, "Somebody cares."
Smiling, I pushed her head back and brushed the hair out of her face. "Come on, baby girl," I said gently, "Lets get you in these clothes. After all, you still have quite the list to write out tonight."
Thank You For Your Purchase
Exploring The Fantasy
Chapter 1
Alan sat at the bar nursing his beer as he watched out the window of the pub. It was early evening so the place was slowly developing a crowd, but it didn’t matter to him since he didn’t plan on staying there for very much longer. He looked at his watch, then back out the window towards the French bistro across the street. The little bistro was just off the beaten path of the historical district, not a place the tourists go but well known by the locals. He looked at his watch again and drank down his beer. Just enough time to order another as he holds up his empty mug toward the bartender, who nods in acknowledgement
Alan was early for his meeting with his new lady of interest. She is to meet him at the French bistro for their second ‘in person’ meeting and first official date. He wanted to see how she conducted herself. Was she going to saunter up to the door and plop down into a chair or was she going to be graceful and ladylike. He chose this place knowing it was quite a bit more upscale than the last place they met. It was one thing to act like one of the boys at a sports bar, but another on a date at a fine restaurant.
They had begun talking online when he ran across her profile on a fetish website, where she had written a couple of stories and had posted them on a few different forums. Wondering who the person was behind the short stories, he had messaged her. After several personal messages, they learned that they didn’t live too far from each other, even though her profile said she lived in Italy. Intrigued by her writings and the way she spoke, he suggested they meet at a bar for a drink. The first time they met, they went to a local sports bar. She wore simple street clothes, jeans, t-shirt, and a pair of sandals. He was okay with that because he wasn’t exactly dressed up either. She was very casual in her mannerisms, like ordering a beer and sitting back in the booth in a relaxed sort of way, as if she’d gone out with him to this place many times in the past. As he spoke, she would drink her beer without making the “beer face,” which amazed him even more. Although she was dressed in a casual manner, she still seemed to have this classic sex appeal about her. He wasn’t quite sure if it was the way her breasts filled out the well fitting top or if she looked like she spent hours on her makeup and nails; neither of which were done over the top or trashy. She seemed comfortable in her skin and it translated in the way she carried herself.
They began to speak of high school, past boyfriends and girlfriends, and flings they had in the past. He was too busy staring at her, and letting his mind wander into a daydream of tying her up and fucking her when it dawned on him what she was saying.
Alan shook his head and smiled at her. “I’m sorry. I missed all of what you just said because of the noise in here. Can you repeat that?” He asked politely.
She looked at him and took a long drink. “Well, I don’t know how much you missed, but what I had said was, I had met this guy at club one night and I couldn’t get enough of him. He was really hot. We danced for a while and then he kissed me and it was…” She shook her head. “Oh, never mind, it’s silly really.”
Alan sat up and leaned against the table. “No, seriously. Go on.”
She sighed smiling shyly at him. “Well, in short, me and this mystery guy left the club and went to a house that wasn’t far from the club. He told me that it was one of his friend’s houses and that the friend was still at the club. Long story short, he tied me up, forced fed me his cock and fucked me hard,” she said with a shrug. She took another drink of her beer and continued. “It was my first taste of BDSM and I will never forget it. He was very brutal during the fucking but so very gentle and sweet afterwards. We went back to the club and I never saw him again.”
“Why was that?” He asked as he stared down at his own bottle of beer, idly swirling the last swig on the bottom of the bottle.
“Wasn’t because I didn’t want to,” she said with a sigh. “It’s just that he walked away from me once we got back onto the dance floor, without giving me his name or his number. I went back to that club a few more times, but never saw him there. So, I chalked it up to a one night stand and not worthy enough for a round two. Besides, I guess it was for the best because shortly there after I started dating someone and well the rest is a boring history really. All I can sa
y is that night has been something I’ve wanted to relive but never had the chance.”
Soon afterwards, they went their separate ways. The story she told was more of a shock to him than she could ever have imagined. He remembered her! He didn’t recognize her as she is now, but he never forgot that girl! She didn’t realize that she was talking to him, the man who gave her the most memorable night of her life. As he lay in his bed later that night, he thought back to that night when he took her to his old college buddy’s apartment. He stripped her, tied her hands together over her head onto the headboard of the bed and fucked her face, gagging her with his cock. Then he pulled her down so she was on her back, yanked her legs apart and plunged his cock into her pussy making her scream in both pain and pleasure. He pounded into her making her cum repeatedly until he was about to burst. She sensed his orgasm was building and she began begging him for his cum. That was the biggest turn on for him, making him yank his cock out and shoot his seed straight into her waiting open mouth.
It was his first time doing anything like that to a woman and yet with her, it seemed so natural. A simple night really and yet one he never has been able to play out ever again. No other woman he had been with had ever came close to this girl. He remembered her with short dark red hair and with heavy make up. A goth chick in every sense, but she had this sexiness about her. Alan remembered walking back into the club with her and he went to meet up with his friends to show off his new hot girl but once he found his friends, she was no where in sight. She had vanished. He didn’t have her number or even her name. He cursed himself for not taking her by the hand and taking her with him into the club. He, too, had gone back to that club several times, but he never saw her again.
After getting over the shock of finally finding the one that got away, he messaged her to ask if she would like to go on a date. To his surprise, she answered almost immediately with a yes. He messaged her with the place and time and set to work on his plan. With his preparations set in place, he now sat at the bar and waited for his woman to arrive. He looked down at his watch again. Almost time for her to show up he thought and looked out the window again. His mind raced at all the possible outcomes that could happen and he had to remind himself to keep calm. He wanted it to be a surprise to her when he revealed who he was. He picked up his mug to take another drink when he had to do a double take.
A woman was walking down the sidewalk coming from the parking area. Dressed in a long sheer black dress, black stockings, and black high heel shoes she walked up to the door of the little bistro. As if she expected the door to open for her, she stopped briefly to allow the waiter to open the door and invite her in. That was his woman! It took every ounce of strength to not jump up and run across the street.
“Holy shit! That is one gorgeous woman.” The voice of the bartender snapped him out of his amazement.
“You have no idea,” Alan said as he paid his tab.
“She must be the one you’re waiting for.” The bartender said taking his money. “Good catch. Get your ass over there then,” he said with a nod towards the window.
Alan chuckled. “I plan on it,” he said, and with a salute, he walked out the door.
Alan walked across the street and before walking in, he peered into the window to get a glimpse of his date. She sat gracefully on a stool, her legs crossed revealing that the dress had a slit along the side stopping at her mid thigh. Her long light brown hair hung in loose waves down her back and just a little bit pulled out of her face with a small clip. She seemed oblivious to the stares she was getting from the people around her as she took a small sip of her glass of white wine. Not wanting to wait anymore he open the door and finally walked inside. The host greeted him, and Alan advised him of the reservation.
“Ah yes sir,” the host looked at the reservation list and smiled. “We are almost ready for you and your lovely lady. Please help yourself at the bar and we will be with you momentary.”
With a nod, Alan walked away, heading towards the bar. As he got closer, he could feel his passion stir within him. She turned to face him with a big smile.
“Oh good, you are here,” she said smiling. “I was a little worried that I had the wrong place.”
She looked him up and down. He could tell that she too liked what she was seeing. Dressed in a black suit and white button down shirt, he was looking very sharp.
“I hope you like French cuisine,” he said to her as he waved down the bartender.
“I’ve had it a couple of times,” she replied watching him. “I don’t have an opinion either way at this point.”
“Well then, I believe this place will make up your mind,” he said smiling down on her.
Soon the host came to take them to their table. Without even thinking about it, he took her hand to guide her out of the chair and placed it onto his arm as he followed the host. A smile crept across his lips as they walked across the dining floor. He looked around at all the other couples they passed and wondered what was in store for them. Were they just going to go home to watch a boring sitcom or were these people who watched him and his date walk passed with looks of jealousy and envy going to go home and fuck like animals? Either way, he didn’t care. He had his own plans in store.
The host led them to a table off in the corner of the room away from everyone else. Alan pulled out the chair for his lady and she sat down, smiling her thanks up to him. After a listing of the specials and placing the menus in front of them, the host left them alone. She studied the menu for a moment then looked up at Alan who was also looking at his menu. She closed it and set it aside so she could continue to watch him.
“Any food allergies or dislikes I should know about?” He asked without looking up at her.
She shook her head as she took a sip of her wine.
“Good, then you will not mind if I order for you,” he said as he continued to look down at the menu.
“As you wish, Sir,” she said.
This caught Alan off guard. He looked up at her wondering if she had figured him out yet, but she was gazing out the window. She looked so calm sitting there in front of him. A small smile on her face gave her the look of peace. His thoughts flickered to when he was looking down at her as she choked on his cock, and the playful seductive look in her eyes as she look up at him, swallowing his whole length.
Later, he thought to himself, later I will get her on her knees…
She looked back at him and smiled as he closed the menu and set it aside. Within moments, a waiter came to take their order and quickly disappeared.
“So I never asked,” Alan started. “Do you still go to dance clubs?”
She laughed. “No, those days are over,” she said. “If I’m not mistaken I quit going shortly after that one night stand I told you about.”
“Why is that?” he asked puzzled.
“Well, I started dating a guy who didn’t like going to dance clubs. In fact, he didn’t like doing a whole lot of things,” she said reflecting back on the memory.
“I’m sorry.” He said.
She only shrugged. “The way I look at it, I wouldn’t be where I am today if it wasn’t for the experiences I had before. That goes for the career and the lifestyle.”
Alan nodded. “That’s a story I’d like to hear.”
She tilted her head and raised her glass towards him with a smile on her face just as the dinner arrived. Both ate quietly with the occasional praise on the delicious food. Soon dinner was complete and desert & coffee were brought to the table.
“There is only one slice of cake here,” she said confused.
Alan smiled and held up two spoons. When a smile of realization crossed her face, he knew he could slide his chair over next to her. He scooped up a small bite and offered it to her. She looked at him with apprehension, but with his insistence, she took the bite slowly, savoring the taste and texture in her mouth. He watched her intently as she closed her eyes enjoying his offering. He scooped up another bite and offered it to her again
as she finished the first. Following his lead, she smiled seductively, closing her eyes again and slowly opened her mouth. When the spoon touched her lips she took in the offering, allowing a small moan escape her lips. Fascinated, Alan watched her every move. She kept her hand flat on top of her thighs, her eyes closed, and her back straight, which made her breasts jut out in front of her. They looked like they were begging to be touched as they moved in her soft breathing.
Alan smiled to himself. So far this date has gone to plan. Hopefully it will continue because he had been fantasizing about this night for a long time. As he continued to feed her the desert, he watched her silently submit to his will. The desire to kiss her was strong but he fought it. He felt that it was too soon. Seeing her willingly accept his advances now was enough. He wanted to see how she conducted herself if he was to change the mood.
