The Stir of Echo

by Susan Gabriel

  She was trying to negotiate with him. Flynn was having none of it.

  "Again, Echo, you'll just have to learn to trust me.” Flynn persisted. “I promise you will like it far better than twenty minutes in time-out."

  Like it? Echo had never thought about the possibility of liking it. She remembered seeing images of women dressed in black fishnet stockings and impossibly high stiletto pumps bent over a man's knee being spanked. The photos had titillated her. The women in the photos looked like they were enjoying themselves—just a harmless bit of sex play.

  "Okay,” she acquiesced, “but not too hard."

  "Good, it's decided, then.” Flynn swept Echo into his arms, flinging her over his shoulder.

  He bounded up the staircase, Echo gripping onto his belt so she wouldn't slide off of his shoulder. The whole way up the stairs, Flynn rambled on. Echo wasn't certain if he was talking to her or just thinking out loud.

  "No sense in wasting any more time. Let's get on with it. And don't think that you will be getting out of your punishment with a wink and a shake of that firm ass of yours, because you won't. I am disappointed with you, bloody damn disappointed. This is for your own good. I promise that it will hurt you more than it hurts me."

  Flynn kicked open the bedroom door and set Echo on her feet. Images of Bogart and Hemingway and warm nights in exotic places flooded Echo's imagination. The bedroom gleamed with polished woods. Carved mahogany posts soared over a massive bed covered in thick layers of sensuous linens. The earthy aroma of sandalwood enveloped the room. A single low stool sat in front of the fireplace.

  Flynn gripped her upper arm, pulling her towards the stool. Placing pressure on her shoulders, he shoved her downward. Echo felt a jolt travel up her spine as her bottom hit the unforgiving surface.

  Flynn towered above her. At that moment, he was the sexiest man Echo had ever laid eyes on. Flynn possessed the rare physique that comes to a man naturally. He was not bulging with the over-built, iron-pumping brand of muscle. His body was lean, and hard and perfectly proportioned. The muscles of his chest were rippling with tension beneath his white silk shirt. The disobedient lock of hair dangled over his right eye. Echo shivered with excitement at the sight of him looming powerfully over her. She thrilled to his new dynamic dominance.

  A scowl crossed his face. Perhaps this wasn't a game. He actually looked pissed off. She had disappointed him. She hadn't meant to, but the mistake had been hers. At first she was incredulous that Flynn would be so upset because she had been a bit tardy. But now, she began to see it from his perspective. He had been waiting for her. He must have thought she wasn't going to show or that she was purposely defying him. She reminded herself to be careful not to inflame his displeasure further.

  Reaching into his pocket, Flynn walked behind her. Something was placed over her eyes, blocking her vision. Echo brought her fingers to her face and felt a wide satin band covering her eyes. Echo's head jerked back slightly as she felt a tightening in her scalp. She could no longer sense, nor hear Flynn. She turned her head right and left trying to locate him, sniffing the air for his scent and listening intently for the smallest sound that would indicate his location.

  "Open your mouth."

  Echo jumped backward. Flynn's voice came from in front of her. She parted her lips, unsure whether he was going to kiss her or place a gag in her mouth. Unexpectedly she tasted the flavor of sweet, red wine. It spilled from her lips and coursed down her neck.

  "Now look at what's happened. Your pretty blouse is all ruined.” Flynn admonished. “We'll just have to get rid of it."

  The blouse was ripped from Echo's body. She heard the sound of buttons popping off and hitting the floor. Her skin prickled in the cold air. She felt his hand encircle her neck, and then slowly his fingernails dragged down her breast bone, and over her stomach. Her breathing came faster as her muscles twitched in response to his touch.

  "Might as well get rid of these too,” said Flynn, pulling her legs up by the feet and shaking her pants down her legs. Echo's fingers gripped the stool to keep from falling off.

  "You can keep your shoes on."

  Dressed now in only black pumps and red thong panties, Echo shivered. A swift boot from behind propelled the stool, with Echo on it, rolling across the floor. Her stomach lurched and she braced herself for an impact. But the stool slowed and spun to a stop. She felt a source of heat on her face and breasts. A pop and a hiss and the aroma of burning logs told her that she was within a foot or so from the fireplace.

  "Stand up,” Flynn commanded.

  Flynn slipped behind her and lowered himself onto the stool. He clutched Echo's waist, brusquely pulling her onto his lap. Her bare bottom made a slapping sound against his thigh. He wasn't going to address the issue of the instant message conversation. He wanted to save that for another, more rational time.

  "Are you sorry that you kept me waiting for twenty-seven minutes?"

  Echo nodded affirmatively.

  "Ah—ah—ah! It is ‘yes, sir, I am sorry'. Say it."

  "Yes sir, I am sorry."

  She quivered. He needed to reassure her that she was in no real danger, yet maintain his dominance.

  "I hope you are telling the truth.” He cupped her breast in his hand, feeling the firm weight of it in his palm. He traced his thumb over her pink bud, exciting it to attention. Her lips parted and he felt her relax.

  Flynn lowered his voice. “First, I am going to explain the rules of this game. Keep in mind that no matter how real it feels, it is just a game that can be called off at any time."

  Echo turned her ear attentively toward Flynn's voice.

  "I don't see any sense in thinking up some exotic word when Uncle will do. It's simple and you won't forget it. Just like when you were a child, if there is anything that you don't go along with, all you have to say is, ‘Uncle'. Just say Uncle and I'll know to stop, alright?"

  Flynn noticed Echo begin to nod her head. He squeezed her breast as a reminder.

  "Yes, sir, I understand,” she remembered.

  Good, she was learning.

  "There may be times when you won't be able to speak, or to gesture. In that case, shake your head from side to side. If I don't hear uncle or see you shake your head, I'll assume that you are fine with whatever is happening."

  Tonight would be a test of her trust. Would she go all the way or back out? Either way, Flynn had to find out.

  "If you're ready, let's begin."

  "I'm ready.” She gulped.

  In a single swift movement Flynn clutched Echo by the arm and flung her over his knee. “What a ripe, round bottom you have. Let's see if we can make it rosy as well.” Flynn rubbed his hand in firm circles on Echo's buttocks.

  His palm connected with her flesh. Her body jumped. Her buttocks stung and she felt a creeping heat beneath her skin. The sudden pain was followed by a pleasurable emotion. It was a scandalous discovery. Flynn was reminding her that she was a bad girl—a very bad girl. She wanted Flynn to spank the bad right out of her.

  "What a naughty girl you are,” he teased. “Wicked too.... don't forget wicked. You are an exceedingly wicked girl."

  Echo moaned. Wicked, yes, she was a wicked, naughty girl who did terrible things.

  "Are you enjoying this?” Flynn asked. “Let me see."

  Flynn stuck his fingers beneath her panties and stroked her pussy. Echo was slick with arousal. He searched for her clit and found it erect, the tiny tip jumping beneath his finger. She was responding perfectly.

  As he explored her wet willingness, his cock awakened. Flynn saw the impression of his fingers on her plump cheek, a glowing reminder of the swat he had landed. He pushed her further into her submission.

  "You wayward, warped little girl! You clearly are taking a great deal of delight in your punishment. “Would you like another whack?"

  Echo craved another spanking. The burn of his hand, like a sudden loud noise in the middle of the night, sparked her senses. Flynn's taunts about what a
wicked girl she was made her want to act hopelessly incorrigible.

  "Y-yes, sir, I deserve another!"

  "Sorry, no more for now."

  No more? How disappointing. Now he was punishing her for enjoying her punishment. Dammit, just when she was getting aroused. She lay across his knees, waiting for a movement from him; when none came forth she started to remove herself from Flynn's lap.

  Another burning slap connected with her backside. “Ouch!” she screamed. That one smarted. “I didn't say that you could stand. I make the rules here, lass, not you."

  She had blundered again. But at least he had given her another stimulating spank. Now the skin on her buttocks tingled. Flynn rubbed the burn away with the flat of his palm. The sting diminished.

  "Who is your Master?"

  Echo knew the answer that he was expecting. She momentarily considered giving the wrong response, betting that he would spank her again, but that was not a wager she was willing to make.

  "You are!” she cried out.

  "Correct. And I suggest you don't forget it."

  Echo braced herself for another blow. Flynn's palm methodically circled her buttocks. His hand was a cool balm against her burning flesh.

  "To whom do you give your power?"

  At this moment Echo didn't feel as if she had much power to give. She was in Flynn's home, stretched nearly naked across his knees and blindfolded. What additional power could she possibly give him? His dominance tonight was unflinching.

  "To you ... to you,” she answered.

  Echo jumped as her ass blazed with yet another punishing strike which ignited her passion anew. She hadn't answered the question with much conviction and he had sensed it. She was being a bad and willful girl again. She had grown into an undisciplined woman, and like an errant child she secretly craved boundaries but at the same time reveled in her misbehavior.

  "You hesitated,” Flynn reproached. “Are you wavering Echo? Do you not want me to have your power? If you don't want me to, then just say so."

  "I ... I give my power to you, Master.” Echo's bottom felt as if it was scorched. She no longer wanted another spanking.

  Suddenly Echo's body was lifted into the air. With deliberate strides, Flynn carried her across the room. Echo felt herself tip as her feet found the floor. The firm wood of a bed pillar pressed into her back. Grasping her left hand and then her right, Flynn pulled them both behind her waist and around the pillar. Circles of cold steel imprisoned her wrists. The metal tightened and the cuffs ratcheted shut with an ominous click.

  Echo wriggled her wrists, settling them into a comfortable position. Flynn's breath was on her neck, hot and urgent. His lips moved up her throat, then covered her ear. She yielded to his mouth. The moist, silkiness of his tongue in her ear contrasted sharply with the ache that burned her punished bottom.

  Flynn whispered in her ear, his breath blowing fine strands of hair onto her face. “You're an impish, disobedient woman and you make my blood rise. I want you to demonstrate just how wicked you can be."

  Wicked, yes wicked—make me do wickedly bad things.

  She recognized the feeling of Flynn's erection pressing against her stomach. His hands caressed her breasts. He groaned. The sound of his pleasure excited Echo, making her juices spread through the fabric of her panties, wetting her thighs.

  "Present yourself to me in the kneeling position."

  Flynn's hands applied pressure to Echo's shoulder. Where was he going with this?

  She had no way of knowing. She worked her imprisoned arms down the pillar, carefully finding the floor with her knees.

  There was only silence now. The only sound Echo heard was the thumping of her own heart reverberating in her ears. After many moments the clatter of a belt buckle broke the stillness. The rip of a metal zipper sounded closely near her right ear and she heard the zipper catch a bit. She imagined that Flynn needed to maneuver it over his erection. When she turned her head in the direction of the sound, Flynn's cock brushed her lips. It pushed against her mouth as if to say, “Let me in."

  "Remember when you wanted to suck my big, fat cock? You begged for it. Now show me what a wicked tart you are and suck my prick."

  Parting her lips, Echo received Flynn's cock into her mouth. It was magnificent; extensive, broad and hard enough to cut a diamond. The skin was stretched tightly across the silky, driving head. The girth of his shaft filled the whole of her hungry mouth.

  A low growl escaped from Flynn's throat. With agonizing precision, Echo worked his cock in and out of her mouth. She wanted to cup his balls and feel their firm weight in her palm, but her hands remained trapped in the restraints.

  Flynn stroked her hair and giving it a painful jerk backwards, began fucking her mouth. His hips gyrated with each thrust of his rigid prick causing his cock to swirl over her palate and tongue. Drops of saliva fell from her lips and drizzled down her breasts. She tipped her head back slightly to take his full length into her mouth. His hair tickled her nose as he sunk his shaft deep into her throat. Swallowing, she relaxed her throat muscles to accommodate his mammoth crank.

  Echo loved giving oral gratification. She'd been told it was her enjoyment of the act that made her so good at it. She ministered to his prick with worshipful gulps. She wished that she had her hands available so she could use them to increase his pleasure. But she did her best with her mouth and tongue, savoring every delectable inch of his iron rod.

  Flynn slowed his thrusting, pulling his javelin from her lips and then easing its length back into her mouth. He growled with rapture.

  "That's my naughty girl,” he gasped. “You know what I like, don't you?"

  Knowing that she was pleasing him incited a flame inside of Echo. Her basest instincts stirred and bubbled to the surface. She became feral and untamed; a tigress devouring her prey.

  Flynn's loins tightened in response to Echo's skillful mouth. He had to slow things down or he was going to blow. She was clearly immersed in the act and he was being swept up in her unchecked passion.

  Flynn withdrew his cock from her grasping lips, leaving Echo's mouth open in supplication. She squirmed, adjusting her restrained arms. Still her mouth sought his penis.

  He taunted her lips with the engorged head of his rod. When her tongue reached to taste it, she would find that it was just beyond her reach.

  "You are such a dreadful girl!” he panted. “What am I going to do with you?"

  Her beckoning mouth was too big a temptation. Flynn held his prick in his hand pressing it to her moist lips. Echo's pink tongue lashed at the purple head, her lips pursed around the tip applying a gentle sucking pressure.

  Flynn closed his eyes and stroked his turgid shaft with his hand. Her mouth was as scorching as a Mexican summer and twice as humid. He feared that if rammed his length into its sultry temptation again that he would blow his white-hot wad down her throat and send her on a psychic trip that she wasn't expecting.

  Echo knew by the increasing rigidity of his cock that Flynn was nearing the edge. Her arms began to burn, and she shifted uncomfortably as she slowed her oral stimulation of his glans. Any other time, she would have gladly taken him to climax with her mouth, but tonight, she wanted him in her pussy. She didn't want to give him any reason not to fuck her. So, her mouth urged him to the brink and not a centimeter farther.

  The ache in her arms worsened. She wiggled them and shifted her weight, trying to release the pressure. “Are you in pain, lass?” His voice held a trace of panic and guilt. “Just a little, sir,” Echo replied. She didn't want to appear wimpy, but her shoulders and neck were getting sore. Immediate relief eased into the muscles of her arms as

  Flynn lifted her onto her feet.

  "Here now, stand up. Are you alright?” Flynn probed.

  Echo stretched her back and arms. The tension was gone.

  "I'm fine now, thank you.” Echo's voice was little more than a whisper.

  Flynn placed his mouth on hers, opening her lips with his tongue. So
mething small and tasting bitterly metallic slipped past her teeth. Flynn pulled his mouth from hers. Examining the object with her teeth and tongue, she determined that it was a tiny key.

  "I seem to be all out of pockets,” said Flynn. “Be a good lass and hold that for me, please. Try not to swallow it. I believe you are going to want it later."

  Then she knew—it was the key to the handcuffs. If she swallowed it, she would remain imprisoned on the post until ... well, until. She tucked the key behind her bottom lip with her tongue, and pressed her lips together tightly to keep it from escaping.

  This was what Flynn meant earlier about her not being able to speak the safe word. So far she hadn't the slightest inclination to utter it, and now she couldn't.

  The strap of her thong cut sharply into her hips, followed by a ripping sound. Echo nearly cried out, but remembered the key. Cool air wafted across her over-heated pussy, which had been kept warm and damp by her panties. She was entirely naked now.

  Just when she thought that she could read and predict his actions, he changed like a chameleon; alternating between the extremes of pain and pleasure, fear and comfort, and back again. Echo began to expect the unexpected. She was learning more than just an understanding of the extremes; she was eagerly anticipating, and relishing in her response to them.

  A hand reached between her trembling thighs, tickling the curly hairs and placing her on alert. Fingers moved along her dewy folds, then entered her throbbing pussy. She welcomed their intrusion by tightening her muscles around them, sucking them farther into her depths. Flynn played her like a well-loved instrument and her body sang forth with a sensual tune, each touch releasing a new and glorious note.

  His torrid breath heated her flesh and the fevered moistness of his mouth engulfed her right breast. It was heavenly. He suckled her tit and she undulated to his touch. Each lick and nibble drove her craving closer to the surface. In her mind she wailed, Fuck me, Flynn. Fuck me hard and long.