69 SHADES OF RED: Femdom Stories of Spankings and Other Sexual Punishments - Bend Over! You Know You Deserve It! Volume 2 of the WellHeeledDominatrix.com Collection

by Nika Bella Dea

  69 SHADES OF RED

  Femdom Stories of Spankings

  and Other Sexual Punishments

  Bend Over!

  You Know You Deserve It!

  Volume 2 of the WellHeeledDominatrix.com Collection

  Compiled by Nika Bella Dea

  WARNING

  This book contains sexually-oriented material that may be offensive to some people. It is not suitable for persons under the age of 18. By buying and/or reading this book, you certify that you are at least 18 years of age or older, or the appropriate legal age required for your municipality.

  Copyright © 2013 WellHeeledDominatrix.com, Nika Bella Dea

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  Some of the characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any similarities in those stories to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

  For the true stories, names and other details have been changed to protect the identities and privacy of those involved.

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  I am an avid (and stern!) practitioner of the Femdom philosophy and I am in a very happy marriage with my submissive husband. We live in a beach community near Tampa-St Petersburg, Florida. I got my first taste of the Femdom lifestyle in my teen years when I learned by trial and error many effective and rewarding techniques for manipulating men with my body and my mind. From that early age, I always sought the dominant role in my relationships with men. But, it wasn’t until my husband approached me about formalizing our D/s relationship that I became a firm (and full-time) adherent to the philosophies of female-led relationships (FLR). Since then, we’ve become active explorers of all things BDSM. I have a curiosity of many fetishes, but find flogging, pegging, and nipple play to be among my current favorites. I have a special love of CBT. Nothing makes me quite as satisfied as the act of whipping my sub’s hard cock. TALK TO ME! I love to hear from fans!!

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  The Best Night of My Young Life

  by Kyle

  “I like you, Kyle. You like me, right?”

  “That’s a given.”

  We had both just graduated high school and I was trying to act cool by not saying all that much. But, the truth was I knew if I managed more than a sentence, I’d betray how really naïve I was around girls and how much I was fuck-all scared of maybe having to kiss Carey right then.

  “Tell ya a secret?”

  Carey stretched her wooden seat and chains to me and we got even closer, sitting side by side on the adult set of swings.

  A secret sounded good to me.

  “I kinda have this thing. I guess it’s kinda a kink…ya know?”

  “Yeah?” I said, not aware of what kink she had, what constituted one really, or even what she was going on about. All I knew was that the warm summer night had suddenly heated up 20 degrees between us. And, though I didn’t want to (at least I didn’t want her noticing I was), I couldn’t help but look down to see Carey’s huge nipples poking through her tight tank top.

  “With guys I like...” she began, as if offering an excuse. I had never seen her this nervous. "I can’t believe I am about to tell you this.”

  “Why not?” I said, a little offended. I mean, I hadn't been the coolest guy in school and, actually, I'm embarrassed to admit this was technically my first official date (and Carey had asked me out). Still, the female friends I did have all told me I was one of those guys they could always go to for advice and confessions.

  “No, no offense, honey,” she continued, leaned in, kissed my cheek, and retreated. "It’s just that this is kinda out there and I have hardly ever told anybody this. At least not a guy I wasn’t dating.”

  Were we dating? Befor
e I could speak, she added, “But, there is something about you, Kyle,” she said, looking up at me hard then. “Something I have thought from the first time we talked that I could trust about you.”

  “You can trust me,” I whispered, staring at her now.

  “I know." And, here, Carey did one of the most amazing things any human being has ever done to me, bar none, ever. She reached down for my right hand, lifted it in her own, and placed it on her big right tit. Sighing as I tried not to gulp and pull away, she held my hand there, and continued speaking, her big brown eyes burrowing into me then.

  “I have this thing, well it’s a kink, like I said,” she continued, both of us breathing so deep then my hand rode like a wave and I tried all I could not to roll my hips to the front of that wooden seat, “I have this thing where I want...where I think about spanking guys.”

  “Okay,” I slowly managed, now frozen, my mouth suddenly dry, not daring even to wiggle my fingers. Her tit felt big and warm, soft, like it was pushing out from the sides of my fingers. I could smell Carey. She was so close and there was even more heat coming off us now.

  “Will…will you let me?” she said, and began to massage my hand with hers so her tit was squishing more through my fingers.

  “What?”

  “Kyle, come on, this is hard enough.”

  ‘Hard, you wanna know what’s hard?’ I thought.

  “Fuck man, you gotta know you got a great ass, right?”

  “I do?”

  “Shit, every girl I know stares at it!”

  She was talking about my ass here? Just what the fuck planet had we walked onto this night? I was half convinced right then that Carey and I hadn’t been out for a pizza but, in fact, she had steered her car through some space portal to emerge in a world where I was alone with a girl, had my hand on her big, thick breast, my cock was pounding quite a bit harder than it ever had, girls we knew thought I had a great ass, Carey here wanted to spank it, and I liked that idea even more the longer I imagined it.

  “Come ‘ere,” Carey said, standing.

  I didn’t like that my hand was suddenly off her or that I was having trouble shifting to hide my erection. But, as she had all through this night, the big blonde led me by the hand to the eastern edge of the park, to the side of the slide, a very dark corner that we all knew was best to sit and smoke a joint when one was so inclined.

  “It’s just somethin’ I’m into,” she said, turning to me then as we stood at the bench.

  Suddenly, Carey was up in my arms and we were kissing hard. She took my breath away, pushing her thick self so into me that I gulped as she opened my mouth with hers. All I could manage was my hands up around her back as we clutched there real close, and she literally ate me into her. Seconds, minutes, hours, years later she peeled her beautiful warmth from me, put her hands down in front of my pants, and began to unsnap my jeans.

  “Fuck,” was all I could manage as I teetered over Carey in front of the bench.

  “I get like this. I can’t stand it. I’m sorry, Kyle. I don’t mean to be so dom.”

  ‘Be however you like,’ I thought as the girl had my jeans down, then stood up to face me. Yes, I was slightly aware of being down to my underwear in the park where I’d come all my life to play basketball, swing on the swings, mostly hang with friends these days. But, I liked how Carey was smiling, sitting back slowly on the bench behind her, had her hands on my hips and her face was but inches from my tenting briefs. I looked down, hoping beyond all hope, but then she walked me to her side and I remembered she had mentioned something about spanking.

  “It’s not about administering pain. It is about the position, about the idea, about getting as many fine male asses up and over my lap as possible,” the girl below me said and I was bent, or I bent, or Carey coaxed me or…what the fuck, who cared? As I got up and over the girl’s knees, I experienced what had to be the headiest sexual thrill I had ever felt as my date rolled forward on the bench to bring her big, busty upper half into my side tight, and both arms over me.

  “First a few over your undies, then I’ll bare you, okay?”

  It sounded like Carey had this all perfectly planned. Sounded like I had no choice, when in actuality I knew I did, but didn’t much want one now. Sounded like Carey was going to get to see that great ass all the other girls in class had seemed to like so much. Sounded like this might turn out to be not only my first real date with a girl but one of the best nights of my life. Sounded like Carey was having a hard time catching her breath.

  Shpat. Carey’s hand bounced off my right cheek as I was introduced to her kink, and to the best night of my life.

  Professor Miller, You WILL Give Me an A!

  by Marcie

  I was young but I was determined. In my college psych class, Professor Miller was always riding my ass. I knew I was going to flunk his course if I didn't do something drastic.

  He was a short guy but super cute. Blond hair, round glasses. He wore blue jeans and a casual collared shirt each day. He filled out his shirt quite nicely, too. I could tell he worked out.

  So, one day after everyone else filed out, I approached his desk, expressing concern about my grade point average. He was looking on his laptop at my grade and, while I was waiting, I leaned over his desk, putting my elbow down, and resting my chin on my palm. When he looked up, he started to stutter. My small but perky tits were visible, hanging inside my gaping blouse. He resumed talking, but never took his eyes off the hard, pink nipple that had managed to escape when I shifted my body to the left. I thought for sure that my A was right there in front of his eyes but I was wrong.

  He said, "Miss Jordan..."

  "Marcie," I purred.

  "Miss Jordan..." he ignored me. "The only way to bring your grade up is to get some tutoring. I am in my office on Wednesday and Friday evenings. I can pencil you in if you like. Today is Wednesday and I am available tonight at 6:30."

  I turned my head slightly, rolled my eyes, and whined, "Oh, darn. I was going to have dinner with some friends."

  "Well, Miss Jordan, bring a sandwich and you can eat while I tutor you. What's more important, your grades or your social life?"

  I winked at him, and said, "Okay, Professor. I'll be there. I hope it's not too boring." I licked my lips, and stood back up. As I spun around, my short skirt flared and I know he got a look at the pink thong creeping up my ass cheeks.

  I left the campus, and headed straight to the store. I had a plan. I picked up some things for a "picnic dinner", and then went back to my dorm to wait for my tutoring session. At 6:30 sharp, I was knocking on Professor Miller's office door. I didn't wait for an answer. I let myself in, turned, and locked the door.

  I'd changed into a tight, buttoned, v-neck sweater, and another short skirt with no panties. Professor Miller was sitting at his desk, looking at me. "Hello, Miss Jordan. Are you ready to begin?"

  "Can we eat first, Professor?" I slowly tasted the word as I said it...and it was delicious. "I brought dinner for you, too. I hope that's not against the rules or anything." Opposite his desk was a brown leather sofa, along with a coffee table.

  I moved so my back was toward him and I bent over the coffee table to empty my bag. He had a bulls-eye view of my snatch and I think I heard him choke on his coffee.

  I set my purse down, and propped my cell phone up against it, facing the sofa. I then unpacked a bottle of wine, a bottle opener, some French bread, cheese, and a large piece of chocolate cake. When I turned back around, he was red-faced, and staring at me. Since he hadn't yet ordered me out of his office, I knew this was going to be easier than I thought.

  I slithered over to his desk, walked behind it, took his hand, pulled him up, and led him to the sofa. I sat down next to him, and handed him the wine and bottle opener.

  "Do you have any cups?"

  He motioned to a small table in the corner with a mini-coffee maker on it. I said, "Get those when you're done."

  As he opened the wine, I turned towa
rd him, spread my legs, and placed my knee on the sofa between us. I blatantly pulled my skirt up so he could see my freshly shaved vagina. I knew his sofa would be wet soon...and that my scent would linger long after I left.

  He noticed what I was doing, and started fumbling with the wine bottle. He finally got it open, stood up, and quickly grabbed two coffee cups. His erection was straining against his jeans and I could tell it was an impressive size.

  As he returned, and poured the wine, I started unbuttoning my sweater. "You know how this is going to work, right?"

  "Yes," he whispered, staring at my cleavage now.

  "How?" I purred.

  "You're going to seduce me into giving you an A. You don't think you're the first girl to come in here whoring for a grade, do you?"

  I slapped him across the face right then. He reeled back, and grabbed his cheek, his face reddening even more.

  "YOU are the whore, professor! YOU are the one selling grades for a cheap fuck. Well, this will NOT be a cheap fuck for you!" He smiled then and it was clear he didn't know what was in store. He still thought he was in charge. That wouldn't last long.

  I stood up, and removed my blouse and my skirt. I was then only wearing my heels as I sat back down on his couch.

  "It's time to eat," I said.

  I reached forward, and took the block of cheese, broke off a piece, leaned back, and crumbled it, letting it fall on my tits.

  "Eat it," I ordered.

  He reached out his hand and I slapped it away. "With your tongue, whore."

  He moved closer, leaned down, and began lapping like a dog at the crumbs of cheese. He was avoiding my nipples, which were small, perky, and begging for a suckle. I grabbed him by the hair on the back of his head, and shoved his face into my right tit. I then instructed him on how to lick, nibble, and suck just the way I liked it. I sat back, and enjoyed that. I noticed his hand edging toward my crotch. I grabbed it, and bent his fingers back. When I did, he bit my nipple too hard. I let go of his hand, and slapped him again. He sat back and I slapped him a third time, and then a fourth. I was getting very excited and I was starting to sweat and pant.