I met a woman online. A very big woman. Turns out we had the same birthday but that's another story.
I showed up, after work in slacks and my dress shirt sleeves rolled up. She had gotten a hotel because she didn't want to fight traffic and drive further inland to her home.
So I came.
Parked in the hotel parking and as if I was counting every step, slowly walked into the lobby wondering, "Am I really about to do this?" When I entered the room, she was just getting out the shower.
She was much older than I and reminded me of my big bottomed history teacher.
I sat down with my bag I had just gotten from the grocery store. Two bottles of champagne and two belts I brought from home.
She finished eating as we made small talk and then said, "Are you ready?"
I played cool but I was nervous as hell, "sure, uh, let me finish this glass first."
She went to the bathroom and came out putting on a silk nightie stating very plainly, "Well, I want you to spank me for eating too much."
I continued to play cool as we discussed which belt she liked and I finished the champagne right out the bottle...
When I put the bottle down I noticed that she was in a vulnerable position with her behind slightly exposed.
She looked up at me from all fours and said, “I don’t want you to worry about hurting me. I want this and if it is too hard, I will tell you.”
She then said, “I like being beaten.”
She scared me using that word and I thought to myself, “Damn, I could grab my shit and get the fuck outta here right now.”
But that other part of me knew to stay and have this experience.
“And, I like the soft brown one,” she said referring to the belts in the bag.
I made sure the hotel door was completely locked, latch and all. Dimmed the lights, turned the TV on mute and left the window curtains open.
I wanted there to be no distractions and get lost in this experience.
For some odd reason, instinctively, I knew what to say and do.
I lifted the nightie to the curve of her back and exposed her ample sized bottom. Wow,
“So why is it that you called me here with such urgency
?” I asked in sharp tone.
“Because I’ve been bad
,” she quickly replied.
“Uh huh, and WHY have you taken so long to finally meet with me
?” I asked with the thick, soft brown belt clutched in my hands.
“Because I was afraid
,” she said, voice muffled from her face being buried in the pillow.
“AFRAID OF WHAT!? Get your face outta that pillow
!” I demanded.
,” she whimpered.
And with that, I delivered my very first lashing. Very calm, very stern and with perfect aim…
The sound of the belt cracking her well-rounded behind gave me a rush.
,” I thought to myself. “This can’t be happening.”
I cracked her five or six times across her bottom in all the perfect places.
She barely moved and whimpered the first few lashes and finally, after the sixth or seventh, her cheeks clenched and she let out the most feminine of womanly noises in blissful pleasure and pain.
“Owwweeeeee, owweeee, oweeee
,” she said as she clutched the pillow with strength and wiggled around on the bed from the pleasure and pain.
“GET YOUR ASS BACK OVER HERE
!” I demanded in the calmest but sternest of tones.
She was promptly back on all fours and “yes sir
,” is all she said.
I couldn’t believe what I was doing to this woman. I was all of 26 and she was in her mid-forties.
But I could smell it in the air, she was in ecstasy.
The first few blows to her behind she simply whimpered and there wasn’t much, if any words spoken between us.
I noticed how red her bottom had become very quickly. Being a novice, I probably should have rubbed her butt but instead, I noticed how sticky her pussy looked.
I rubbed her big thighs as she lay on all fours and softly rubbed her hotbox to make her even wetter.
This was sexy as hell and my dick was rock hard.
For some reason, I didn’t want sex. My cock was raging but I was content with the fact that she was soaking and I was in total control and could probably do whatever I wanted to her.
I did want her to suck me, but it was of no concern at the time.
Mentally, I was somewhere else.
I tested the limits because I knew what she wanted with her ass in the air.
I played with her from behind and contemplated the possibilities.
The sweet smell of woman filled the air and she, on all fours, was soaking. I told her, “you keep your ass right there and don’t you move.”
I could have and should have mounted her like a wild-animal, but no.
She said nothing and I went to the bathroom to relieve myself of all the champagne I had drunk. I splashed water on my face just in case I was dreaming and when I came out, my dress shirt was unbuttoned. I let my belt hang loose for her to hear, as I opened the other champagne bottle and began to drink directly from.
She hadn’t moved at all, still on all fours, spread open with her head down.
I thought to myself, “she’s all in, zoned out… waiting.”
“Are you okay baby?” I asked slightly smacking where she was moist.
“Yes, oh goodness yes,” she replied in the sweetest of assuring tones.
“Ok, well I’m going to make you feel really good okay sweetheart?”
She cooed to me, “owwwww, yes sirrrrrrr.”
I was very mellow and began rubbing her bottom softly while rubbing her clit with the mouth of the empty champagne bottle.
“Oh, oh, oh, yes, oh yes,” she cried as she began to wet everywhere. Unbeknownst to me or her, slightly putting some of her juices in
This happened at a pace where it took a moment to figure out what was going on--“You’re a nasty bad girl aren’t you!?”
I yelled in a factual manner and unknowing, preparing for the next move.
“You want to pee huh!?” I asked in a tone where she knew
what to expect.
“Yes Daddy, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry
, I can’t control it!”
I snatched off my black leather belt from my trousers and put the ends together as fast as I could—smack, smack, smack
She squealed in pain and delight and I
was absolutely amazed. “This can’t be happening…”
I kept thinking and finally, zoned out.
Seven times with the belt to her behind “smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack!”
She gasped and clenched her ass-cheeks from the pain and with all her heaviness, slammed herself fully lying down on the bed. Smack! The belt cracked.
“Get your ass up,” I said.
Swiftly, she was back on all fours and from that position, she again, wanting and willingly spread herself open from behind.
I slapped her pussy with my hands knowing just how hot this woman really was.
“May I suck your cock Daddy,” she whimpered, crying. “Smack!” The belt cracked.
“You shut your mouth got-damn it! No,” I sternly replied.
“Smack!” Again with the belt. “Ahhhhh!” “Smack, Smack, Smack, Smack!” “Ahhhhhahhhhahhhh!” She cried, “daddddyyyyy!” “Smack, smack!”
We went through this countless
times over the next hour, maybe two.
I enjoyed every single moment from lashing one to whatever, and ever since have been simply intrigued and astounded.
There were two beds in the room and after wetting everywhere; my assumption is that she slept on the dry mattress.
From arriving in the door and leaving I spent maybe four hours total with this lovely woman. I left after brief hugs. Without being sucked or fucked and felt like I had never felt before.
I felt completely masculine and dominant...
At some point, casually and she softly said, “You wanna know something?”
“What’s that?” I said, putting my black belt back through the loops in my slacks.
“You are an absolute natural at this,” she replied. “When will I see you again?”
We didn't know at the time but, never.
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