“Oh no Sarah, have you not learnt yet you dirty naughty girl, we are not here for your personal pleasure, you will have to pay for that little demonstration of cheekiness I think.” And with that, the torrent of blows began. Where the first set was slow and measured, this was a series of fast hard staccato slaps which left me crying out and desperate to get away. I couldn’t stop myself from trying to reach behind to shield my poor bottom and Arthur was forced to hold my wrists firmly behind me with his strong left hand, which was in itself pretty exciting , my legs were kicking, I was past caring whether anyone might have been passing by as I squealed and yelped and begged for him to stop, but oh how I loved every minute of it.
And so, Arthur introduced me to spanking. I was lucky enough on that occasion that he took pity on my poor, throbbing, dying for it ,soaking wet little cunt and fucked me senseless over that park bench. His cock, when he was kind enough to allow me to take it inside me was enormous, but filled my aching void fantastically. As he thrust hard, slammed into me, I cried out at being filled so hard and completely, I couldn’t help but beg him “fuck me fuck me” over and over, and maybe my own total abandonment helped, maybe it was because he was the hottest thing I had laid eyes on in ages, or just maybe it was the very good spanking I had just had administered so expertly but I came almost immediately. It happened so quickly I was almost overcome with shock when it did. But I felt my whole cunt contract around him so tight and then I just came and came. As he continued to thrust hard into me against my pulsating muscles my juices ran wetter and wetter, literally gushing all over both him and me, down my legs and pretty much everywhere. Anyway I had never come so hard or been so wet in my entire life and I was almost unaware that he had come at the same time but I guess the excitement must have been too much for him too! We just fastened ourselves up and sat on that park bench for ages, panting, and laughing, hoping no-one had seen us, ‘cos we certainly wouldn’t have noticed if they had.
“Oh wow” I said when I had regained my senses. “That was amazing; I loved every minute of that”
“Yes I noticed” he laughed.
“You are pretty amazing do you know that? I never knew anyone who came like that.
“Yeah I guess I did get pretty wet, it does sometimes happen like that, but not always. I think the spanking definitely must have had something to do with it.”
“So, you really enjoyed it then? I mean you seemed to?”
“Oh yes I definitely enjoyed it” I admitted. I felt a teeny bit embarrassed but what could I say. The whole thing had been amazing.
“And you might be interested in doing it again or maybe something like it?”
We started to walk towards the park gates.
“Well it depends what you have in mind I guess?”
“OK, well I would really love to see you again, and I really would love to spank your sexy little butt again.” He rubbed my poor sore bottom and I couldn’t help but wriggle. “But maybe, if you enjoyed this you might be up for trying something a bit more... well, if you want as well as my hand I could try spanking you with some paddles or something like that. What do you reckon?”
Ooh what a thought. My belly did a flip flop inside and my cunt tightened just at the thought of what he was suggesting. I felt myself blush but I heard myself saying, “Yeah that sounds like it might be fun”. Oh my god, my brain was screaming what are you thinking, you silly girl, you only just met this guy and now you want him to paddle your backside, whatever next, whips, canes? “But maybe not in the park next time, and I live with my parents so do you have a flat or something?” And now you are inviting yourself to his flat, for all you know he might chain you up in a dungeon or something and keep you as his own personal sex slave! “Do you live nearby?”
“Yeah I have a little terraced house over there just by the park on Sycamore Avenue. I live there with my cat Emerald”
“How cute” Oh he must be a nice guy, he has a cat. ....stupid girl, l so did the evil man out of 007.
“Would you like to go and get a drink or something?”
“No, sorry I have to be getting back now” I really wish I didn’t and you could spank me again
“Well maybe we can make a plan for next week then?” Yes yes yes
“Ok sounds great I am free any evening except Wednesday and Friday, maybe Thursday?”
“Ok it’s a plan, for Thursday then. Do you want to meet somewhere or come to mine, I live at number 19, its on the corner with the green gate.”
“I can’t wait, is 7 ok like today?"
“Yep 7 it is, don’t forget, and don’t be late young lady” He grinned that devilishly wicked grin that turned my insides to jelly. There was no way I would be late for this particular date. We had reached the gates and we waved and went our separate ways.
The next week passed too slowly. I counted the days and then the hours til Thursday came around.
On Wednesday evening I came in from work late after a really long day, I went upstairs to my room , and though I had tried not to allow myself that pleasure all week, I couldn’t help masturbating whilst thinking of Arthur and what the next day might bring. I didn’t mean
to but I was imagining what might happen and I bent over the edge of my own bed, with my pillow under my hips, thinking of how it would feel again to raise my bottom for a spanking, or maybe more. My legs were a little apart and as I closed my eyes I became really aware of the tension behind my knees as I pushed my bum outwards. My hair fell forward over my hands in front
of my head on the pillow and as I lifted my tummy up a little off the bed I felt my fanny contract and twitch inside straight away. I felt my breasts and nipples almost falling out of my grey silk blouse from leaning forward, and lifting my head a little I reached inside my bra with my right hand to cup my soft breast gently stroking and caressing it, as he might. Perhaps I wondered, if I were to do that in reality, it might earn me extra spanks or strokes of the promised paddle. Ooh just the very word paddle made me clench my legs together in excitement.
Unthinkingly I moved my hand now to my fanny, still wearing my black work pants for now, and gently moved backwards and forwards, teasing myself, imagining my bottom moving in the same way as if he were plunging in and out of me very slowly. I stroked the insides of my thighs and pushed them a little more apart as he might do before spanking me. I desperately wanted to plunge my fingers into my cunt there and then but I wanted to think more about what he
might do and make this slow. I unfastened my pants and knickers and slowly eased them down to my hips, widening my legs to keep them from dropping lower. I realised this automatically meant my my pussy was slightly open in this position, whether I liked it or not. I moved my hips from
side to side and couldn’t help wriggling my now bare bottom in excitement. I gently caressed my bottom thinking of him taking control of me like that and me writhing against him with pleasure, then in my mind he put his hand round the front of me and slowly stroked the inside of my thighs before just barely touching my soft shaven pussy lips, very very delicately slipping one finger between them and moving it back and forth incredibly slowly and sensuously. I hardly dared breathe, the feeling was so exquisite.
I teased myself just like this for some time. All the while getting wetter and wetter, imagining i had been commanded not to move whatever he did, just to stay perfectly still and the agony of not being able to move against these teasing fingers was divine agony. As I ran my own finger slowly slowly round and round my clit, now and again dipping it into my wet cunt, forcing myself not to move any other part of myself, I almost came just from the thought of him doing that to me. Finally with my bare ass stretched up toward the ceiling, I couldn’t hold back any longer and plunged
two of my fingers hard into my cunt. I felt the soft warm tight wetness and arched my back so my fingers could reach in as far as possible, further and further I forced them inside me, moving them
from side to side slowly and curling them in and working them round and round. I stopped, desperate to taste my own self and licked and sucked my two fingers greedily. I always loved the taste of my pussy. Then, even more massively turned on by this I returned to my cunt, this time with three fingers and frantically curled my fingers again and again in on the front of my pussy wall, sucking on the thumb of my left hand at the same time ‘til I came wetly, sighing in satisfaction and dripping juice all over my right hand and down my thighs.
Only then was I able to sleep peacefully that night.
On the day itself I had to go to work, and during that day all I could think about, was what might, or rather what I hoped would happen that evening. My mind went into overdrive and everything I did and saw made me think of Arthur and what he might have in store for me. I envisaged my tight black work skirt being pulled up to expose my sheer black lace knickers; and every desk or table I thought of myself bent over it, waiting in breathless anticipation for my knickers to be pulled down for my hard bare bottom punishment spanking in front of the other office staff. I remember he had said paddles or something like that, and standing by my desk I imagined him putting me over his knee as he sat on my office chair and using my bendy office ruler relentlessly over my wriggling ass until it was bruised and blistered. As I stood on the tall sliding library ladder to get some reference books down for our senior legal partner, I imagined my wrists and ankles spread apart and tied to it for a caning.... I could barely concentrate on any work I did and most of what little work I did do required massive amounts of correction. Finally the day was ended, and I rushed home to get a shower and changed.
I got ready; my tummy a mass of butterflies. I put on a pretty silk black dress, and feeling sexy, some black hold up stockings with a lovely lace trim at the top that I had bought specially during the week; I added some pale pink lip gloss and set off for Sycamore Avenue. I knew I had left myself enough time, but nevertheless I couldn’t help walking quickly. Nerves I guess. It wasn’t a
long walk and I was soon there. I turned into the road.
I turned into the road....where I thought Sycamore Avenue was, but it wasn’t. It was Beech Drive.
Noo I thought, and checked my watch. I still had a few minutes left. But if this wasn’t Sycamore, where was it? All the roads round here were named after trees, so I suppose this was why I was confused. I turned down Maple Road, Ash Avenue. OK I looked again at my watch; 7:01; and at
the same time I saw the sign for Sycamore further down the road. I was going to be a teeny bit late but I felt he would forgive me. When I finally reached no 19 I was out of breath, so I took some deep breaths before ringing the bell. I saw Emerald the cat sitting on the windowsill inside with her green collar, eyeing me up. Then the door opened and Arthur greeted me with that fabulous smile.
"Hi, its me." I said, stating the obvious. Oh where have you been my whole life?
“Hi Sarah, I’m so glad you made it. Come on in.” He showed me into the lounge. “I won’t be more than a few minutes, sweetheart, just take a seat and I’ll be back with you in a minute”.
I did as he asked and sat on his old brown chesterfield sofa to wait for him. Being left on my own
like that was a bit nerve-wracking but to pass the time I looked around the long room I was sat in, noticing how nicely it was decorated and furnished. There was a huge bookshelf along one wall, a sofa matching the one I was sat on at the other side of the antique fireplace and a huge oak desk by the far window. Arthur certainly had good taste.
I jumped slightly as he strode back into the room. “So Sarah, as I said I am glad you decided to come today. I wondered whether you might change your mind you know. But since you are here, I guess you must have enjoyed what happened in the park last week?”
I said nothing and only smiled.
“Did you? Did you enjoy it Sarah?”
“Erm yes, of course.” I smiled a little embarrassed. But this was not enough for him.
“OK good, but I would like to hear to say it out loud please. Tell me you enjoyed it when I spanked your bare bottom in the park.”
I hesitated to do as he asked but I thought why not.”OK yes I did enjoy it; I enjoyed you spanking my bare bottom in the park”. I couldn’t help but blush though as I said what he asked with a wry smile. It was hard to avoid his direct gaze and I wasn’t sure where to look.
“And why are you here today Sarah. Please be honest.”
“To see you of course.”
“Ok well you’ve seen me, you can go now” and he stood up as
if to go to the door. “Was that all you
came for?”
‘Well no, I thought that....” and I trailed off, hoping he would say it for me.
“No Sarah I’m not going to make it easy for you. I want you to tell me what it is you want from me today, say out loud what you have been thinking about all week, all day, and every night when you touched yourself before you slept. Say it Sarah, and you can have it.”
The next few moments were interminable, until I screwed up the courage to admit to what I needed.
“I want you to spank me again.”
“Please”, he prompted.
“please”
“...and...”
“and,....I want you to paddle me, like you said....please.”
“Ok you remembered that. I thought you might. Well done Sarah. I can tell you that I would be delighted to oblige” he grinned and flashed those devilish dark eyes at me. “I think we both might find this sofa a little more comfortable than the park bench though, don’t you. You’re looking very pretty today, come here and let me look at you.”
I stood up and walked over to stand before him. His legs were apart and I stood close to him between them and facing him. He slid his hands up the backs of my thighs very slowly under my silk dress, up my stockings until he reached the soft skin between them and my panties. I wriggled a bit hoping he might move a bit higher...
“Did you think about me Sarah? Did you think about me when you masturbated this week? Did you think about me taking down your panties and paddling your bare bottom? Did it make you wet at work? I know the answer to all of those questions is undoubtedly yes Sarah. I can see the guilty
expression on your face telling me everything I suspected was true. So let’s not delay any further shall we?” He settled himself more comfortably on the sofa, “Now, over my knee.”
I turned to my right and complied nervously , not that I really was offered any choice, and waited bent in that position over his left knee, looking down between my fingertips just reaching the polished oak wooden floor and feeling the pressure of his thigh under me. Arthur placed his left hand on my right hip to keep me in that bended position, conscious that it ensured that the skirt of my black silk dress was raised high up enough up to display my stocking tops and thighs. He waited, and I imagined he was admiring my cute butt; for what seemed like forever, and then without a word i felt the first crack on my backside. In total I counted that he spanked my six times over thin skirt.. left right.. his hands felt huge ..left right... I had forgotten how much this hurt. ..left right... the force of the last two made me jump forward. Oh I was breathing really hard already. I felt Arthur lift my skirt, and smooth my panties flat to my skin. My cheeks already felt like they must have started to redden a little.
He slowly massaged my bum cheeks round and round in circles and I started to move with pleasure. Then suddenly the blows began again. And this time harder than before or so it seemed. Ahh ow ahh ow, after 4 of these I honestly couldn’t keep properly still and started to squirm and try to wriggle away. However he held me firm as with each next few strokes my bum involuntarily bucked up in the air, my back arched and my head shot upwards as my protests got louder.
By the final four, my knees were kicking in the air, I couldn’t keep my feet on the floor and I was wriggling around all over the place. But the odd thing was that as I wriggled in protest, my thighs started rubbing not only together but also against his leg and simultaneously I felt my fanny start to wetten. Despite my squirming and protests he took no notice and continued implacably, to apply I don’t know how many strokes to my poor backside left right left right rhythmically and inexorably.