-Chapter 1 -- The authoritarian hand slaps hard on her tight skirt, while she is standing bent over the desk, her eyes in anxious anticipation for the next swat.

I remember all the details of the movie as if it were yesterday. I still lived with my parents when I watched it on television while my dad and ma were away on a birthday visit. I squirm on my chair, thinking back to how much the movie turned me on. The secretary, lowering her panties for her boss while bent over her desk… The mere ambiance of tension it radiated! And then the thrill of seeing the marks of discipline on the punished bare bottom…  

The movie has definitely changed something in me.

I grew up in Medford, Oregon. My dad works as a specialist at the medical center, and my ma is a part-time accountant at the local wine corporation. I love my sweet parents, but boy, can they be protective and patronizing with me sometimes. This would frequently collide with my artistic and liberated nature. ‘Unruly girl’, ‘out of line’, and ‘headstrong’, were some of the comments that often flowed out of my father’s mouth, usually while shaking his head in disapproval or sticking up his hands in paternal despair.

So different is life now at San Francisco University, far away from the parental reins. I smile and stretch my arms happily into the air. Yay!

It is my second year at the Faculty of Liberal and Creative Arts and I love living on the campus.

I have had some boyfriends here, nice guys, but never got further than going out, making out, fumbling around a bit. Each time I make a hint about my darker desires it is end-of-game for them. They are just not into it.

Sometimes I google around for words like ‘SM’ and ‘discipline’ which takes me to obscure scenes that profoundly shock me but also arouse stormy feelings deep inside my tummy. It brings me into a state of inner conflict, my head going: oh my God!, while my belly starts finding excuses to satisfy a strange kinky desire embedded so deeply inside… 

The black-backgrounded social app I came across one day, when strolling through my iPhone, exhaled a breath of mystery due to its name: grayshades.com. It turned out to be classified as extraordinary indeed! Would I dare? Would I? Really? …

In the spur of the moment, I signed up. My first attempts didn’t get me anywhere, apart from some crazy psychos who were not even remotely able to communicate like members of the human race.

I would have given up if I hadn’t run across him, a young IT entrepreneur, 27 years of age. After chatting a few times through the app, we have met various times in town. He started his business only two years ago and is already doing very well, with ten employees working under him.

Thinking of him boosts my heartbeat. Spending time with him is such great fun, having dinner together, dancing in the night, taking the cable car to Sentosa, or just strolling hand in hand along Fisherman’s Wharf or through the abundantly green Presidio.

I sigh. He is so good-looking, with his broad shoulders, clear blue eyes, sexy mouth, and half-long dark hair bound together in a ponytail, giving him the artistic looks of a modern businessman. I love hanging out with him and yeah, what can I say, it’s all butterflies flying around inside my tummy now.

Chapter 2 --    “Bleep,” says my iPhone when my finger hits the screen. There you go, the die has been cast! I have confirmed his invitation. There is no way back. I am expected at his doorstep this afternoon. It is the first time I will be visiting him at his own home and it is not going to be a normal visit…

Splashing water pearls down over my skin, blissfully enhanced by the fresh scent of shampoo. Then, dripping and content, I step out of my steaming shower. I am so happy. Finally, I have found what I need. Well I have, haven’t I? Yes, of course I have. This is what I have longed for so much. Come on get a grip, he is great, I can trust him. It is going to be a ‘wow’ day.

“I got that sunshine in my pocket,” I sing in front of the mirror shaking my head left and right as the humming hairdryer makes my hair fan out in clouds of gold. I then put on my summer clothes and make myself beautiful.

With a click, I close the door of my little student apartment and hop down the stairs to the exit. The sun welcomes me merrily when I walk between the apartment buildings toward the parking garage.

Friends say I am a sporty young lady with a sexy pair of legs under a firm booty. I like to dress desirably, especially in summer. My naked legs poke out from my short T-shirt dress, a belt tightly around my waist, and my feet proudly showing off in a pair of red summer boots that I bought last week. In the reflection of a window, I see my shoulder-long hair undulating up and down on the rhythm of my firm stride.

“Click,” goes the lock of my yellow Beetle convertible that is awaiting me loyally in the indoor parking. It was a gift from my parents when I passed my first grade. I jump in and push the button above the mirror. With a steady buzz, the roof slides backward to welcome today’s sunny ride. I drive out of the parking building over a little bump and turn right towards Lake Merced Boulevard.

It is a sunny midsummer afternoon. Outdoor life is vibrant and the fresh green colors of trees and vegetation contrast brightly against the clear blue sky, while the warm flower-fragrant air seems to be arrested in eternal summerly joy.

QRD-FM is cheerfully twanging the latest country music when I zoom across the Golden Gate Bridge. Looking in the mirror I see my blonde hair fluttering wildly in the summer wind.

Approaching the other side of the bridge, my mood changes gradually. I gulp and my foot on the pedal unintentionally lowers speed, as if held back by a counter-force of anxiety.

He has ordered me to write down my sins of last month in a climbing sequence of seriousness. For each point, I will receive a ‘suitable punishment’, as he has phrased it. For just a second, my eyes turn to the note I have laid down on the right front seat. The wrinkled piece of paper, containing five hastily written confessions, seems to grin menacingly at me.

Unlike me, he is experienced in the mystery zone I am about to enter. “It will be an unforgettable session,” he promised me. What exactly did he mean by that?...

I slowly drive up Triumph Drive. At the parking lot, I fold up my list of sins and put it into the tiny bag attached to the belt around my waist. Uncertain is my step when I enter the front porch of the building. I hesitate. Would I run for it and just text him I wasn’t feeling well?...

No! Nonsense! Get a grip, girl! He is waiting for you right now!

‘Walter Cadden, 3rd floor’, indicates his name on the board. Taking a deep breath I push the button. The door gives a short elegant buzz, allowing me to enter the hall. I hit the third button in the elevator and make a smooth ascend, my fingers fidgeting restlessly.  The elevator stops with a gentle shock and the doors slide calmly aside.

My heart is racing when I knock at his door. I hear his footsteps and there he is, opening with a click while smiling and not nervous at all as if this were just a normal day.

“Hi, there,” he says with a happy face and kisses me on the mouth.

“Look at you! You’re rocking that summer outfit, baby.”

I smile with a blush, happy that he likes my new clothes.

His shiny dark hair is bound together in a ponytail as usual. Is it the light of the hall that makes his blue eyes seem darker and deeper than ever?

His outfit is more casual than usual. Just jeans and a tight short-sleeve T-shirt that doesn’t hide the muscled shapes of his torso in any way. Dressed so sexy, he looks like a Celtic warrior. Damn, so freaking hot!

The apartment is beautiful with a modern-design entry and a bright ample luxury living with full-height windows. The view over the water and on the Yacht Club is adorable.

“Hella nice weather today. Did you have a cool drive?”

“Yup, it was fine.”

I am still a bit nervous, but his presence calms me down. He makes me feel safe. 

Chapter 3 --    We talk about a thousand little things and as always, I enjoy spending time with him.

Love carries us away, while we kiss passionately on the couch. I look him in the eyes through a haze when he holds my face in his hands. We kiss again, long and ardently.

I entirely forget what I came here for until he reminds me by asking whether I brought my confession list.

Oops…

“Well, hmmm …Yeah.”

With trembling fingers, I fumble around in the miniature bag around my waist to pull out the crumpled piece of paper. I notice how he suppresses a snort of laughter, having a hard time staying serious. 

“You know what you came here for today, right?” he asks. I nod with a blush.

“OK” he continues, let’s start with the first sin, the least serious one of the series. He reads my note aloud. It is just a small thing. Distracted as I am, I had forgotten about the time and had missed a lecture at University.

“And what happens with a naughty student like that?” he asks, drilling me straight in the eyes.

“Well, hmmm, …. you know,” I mumble with a deep blush of thrill.

“Six on the bottom, missy,” he says, trying to hide a smile.

He guides me over his knee and lifts my T-Shirt dress. I gulp.

Six firm slaps with his big hand come down on my thin panties, at a slow pace. Ouch, this stings!

He helps me up and kisses me softly on the forehead.

“Is that also part of the punishment?” I ask in surprise.

“Yes, it is,” he smiles. After each punishment, I will comfort you.

My booty tingles with a nice deep warmth.

"I am thirsty, let's have a refreshment first, and then we carry on with the list, right?" He walks into the kitchen as if spanking were just a normal activity like playing Monopoly.

His fridge door is loaded with fresh fruity drinks and slushies. “Fruit is good for a fit and healthy body,” he smiles while pouring pineapple-banana slushy into two glasses.

“A 3-mile run every morning and lots of fruits and vegetables is my secret,” he explains. “Turn around a moment and lift up your T-Shirt”.

I obey curiously and suddenly feel how his hands push two ice cubes against me, just where my buttocks stick out a tiny bit under the tight panties. I give a little squeak of surprise and then turn back to him with a quasi-angry laugh. With my hands, I cover two ice prints that are still tickling on my backside.  He gives me a long kiss on my mouth, tenderly running his hands through my hair while my toes curl up in my summer boots.

We both sit down on the couch again as it is time to read sin number two.

Chaotic as I am, I have forgotten about lunch in town with my friend Nicole. To make things worse, my phone’s battery was flat so I couldn’t reach her. She waited in vain for more than an hour and was obviously angry with me. 

“I see,” he says. Your friend must be pretty annoyed with you. Poor girl. Show me her on your phone.”

I tap on my address list and show her profile photo. He takes my phone in his hand and looks at the picture with examining eyes.

She’s not as pretty as you, but she has a very friendly and sweet face. I feel sorry for her, don’t you? Let’s phone her to discuss a proper punishment.”

“Nohooo!” I cry out loudly while I vainly try to rip my phone out of his strong hand. Before I know it, he has already clicked on her name and then swipes the speaker to loud with a determined swing of his thumb. The five seconds of silence that follow take my breath away.

“Hi,” sounds Nicole’s voice at the other end of the line.

“Hello. My name is Walter. I am Lucy’s boyfriend.”

“Oh, hello, hi.”

“Lucy is sitting here next to me. She just told me how she left you waiting last week without showing up.”

“Oh yes, I have been waiting for two hours. I really don’t know what she is thinking, sometimes.”

“Well, I wanted to ask for your advice on how to administer a proper punishment.”

“Oh?” sounds Nicole’s surprised voice.

My blood has in the meanwhile turned into steam and is boiling up to my head.

“How about I take her over my knee, pull down her panties, and give her a sound spanking on her bare bottom till it turns glowing red. Would you agree with that?”

A spontaneous burst of laughter sounds through the phone.

“Ha, ha, ha, oh my god, so cute and exciting. Yes sure, and be firm with her she deserves it.”

“Will do, thank you very much for your advice, Nicole.”

“My pleasure, and uhm… if you guys ever get enough of each other, then you know my phone number now. Ha, ha, oh my god, so thrilling! Have to go now, bye-bye.”

Words like ‘embarrassed’ and ‘awkward’ are pathetic understatements to describe the state I am finding myself in. And, things are getting even worse, as he pulls me over his knee without further notice.

“So, twelve on the bare!” I feel how he pulls down my panties as the naughty air envelopes my nakedness. His big hands softly caress my buttocks, which is the part I like very much.

Then it happens, on my bare behind with full-hand smacks, his big hand applying more force than the first time.

Owi, ouch, shit! It really hurts now! I clench my jaws, but can’t help feeling slight arousal between my legs. Clear are the sparking slaps on my bare buttocks. A sound spanking for a fresh behind. Little tears are welling up, and yet, the spattering sting mixed with glow is seraphic. How strong his manly hand coming down left and right.

Suddenly I feel his warm breath. Softly he kisses both my sore buttocks and tenderly kneads them. It turns me on to unknown heights. Hmm…, that afterglow and his kisses, so beautific, well worth the pain. Oh gosh, how can he be so bad and wonderful at the same time?

I stand up and pull up my panties to have a brief go to the bathroom, not only for a pee but also for spending a few minutes alone to process in my head what has just happened.

At sin number 3 things are starting to get more serious. I have lost my Saturday job at the tearoom downtown. After a wild Friday night at the student’s club, I have fallen asleep at work. This, being the third time in four weeks, my boss has politely given me the well-known walking papers.

He has frowned, reading my note and his mouth is not smiling anymore like before. He tells me to take off my panties entirely. Obeying his order, I pull them down over my little red boots.

He walks into one of the rooms and returns with a long plastic ruler.  It is transparent and looks rather light but threatening nevertheless. Taking me by the hand, he leads me towards the ample balcony. Merry summer sounds from the street and harbor below fill the air, as he slides open the balcony door. Standing straight, he puts his foot on one of the side tables and pulls me over his thigh while lifting my shirt, my naked bottom high up and shamefully oriented toward the street.

Oh noooo, .... !!!

Deep is my embarrassment at the thought that people might hear and even see my bare behind being slapped glowing red.

“Time to meet the ruler, baby. No mercy,” he says strictly.

I soon have to discover that a ruler spanking on the bare is a different experience.  Although light of weight, the Lexan ruler turns out to give a brain-shattering sting when handled capably and with force. Fast whacks hot as fire, are raining across my naughty bare behind. I can’t help howling aloud in pain, despite knowing that people on the street must be attracted by this. Countless slaps keep cracking down without mercy and I weep and weep and bawl. Strict and ever so effective is the discipline. Then, it is over and he lets me stand up from my painful position, a thousand little stars still prickling in my movement.

Through my tears, I shamefully see some people who have interrupted their walk to enjoy the spectacle. Among them an elderly couple, both gray-haired: She, looking up at us in outrage, and he, rubbing his hands with the happiest of smiles over his face.

“Don’t even think of it!” she growls as she grabs his arm and drags him away from the shameless scene.

The sharp tingling still surrounds me when he takes me back into the room, where he kisses my poor booty, even longer and more tenderly than the previous time. My behind, now wet from his kisses, cools down a little. Then he takes my head in his hands:

“Next time you will keep your job, right?” he says, looking me in the eyes seriously.

“Yes,” I sob softly.

My inner self realizes this is the boyfriend I need. A strong man who loves me but also handles me firmly and sets my butt on fire when I deserve it.

“Let’s have something sweet,” he says and walks to the fridge.

I am not very hungry, but it’s good to give my sore bottom a break. So far, things have not been extremely kinky yet, but it starts dawning on me that the strictness of the discipline rises with the seriousness of my sins.  Where is this going to end?...

I am not surprised when he puts a fruit salad on the table. He grabs two forks out of the drawer and we both eat from the plastic box, head to head. Juicy pieces of pineapple and pear crunch between my teeth. The cool freshness does me good.

“It’s legit weather, baby. We’re going for a stroll outside,” he commands. “Leave off your panties, though, part of the punishment.”

“But I’m only wearing my T-Shirt dress!”, I exclaim, eyes wide open in astonishment.

“Let's hope for some wicket wind then, to blow it high up, you know, the Hollywood way. It might get you your handprints immortalized in concrete,”  he grins. “Or even better, your cute round butt print”.

“Nooo, you can't be serious!” I laugh in protest as he grabs my hand and drags me behind him like an unwilling child, my summer boots clicking perkily in the hall.

Terraces are crowded with people and pedestrians are parading along the yacht boulevard, enjoying their sunny day.

The low part of my T-shirt dress covers me no more than a short miniskirt would.  I force it down with both hands. Imagine, no panties underneath and my bottom still bright pink from the spanking! And yet, it gives me a queer thrill, the idea of being caught ‘red-bottomed’ by strangers.

We promenade along Shoreline Park, all the way to Marina Village, and then head back for the apartment, while he is small-talking to me as if today was just a regular day.

I am enjoying our stroll, close to his side, his strong arm wrapped around my shoulder.

Suddenly his hand lifts the back of my T-shirt dress and taps me on the bare bottom. A squeak of embarrassment escapes from my mouth, realizing too late that the noise is attracting the passers-by who turn around with raised eyebrows.

“What are you doing!!” I whisper, feeling blood red on my face.  He grins evilly:

“Let the daylight see what a bad girl you are.”

Back at the entrance of his flat, I lift my T-shirt and look at my behind in the mirror. The blush has already faded away.

His big hands lift my shirt again and softly knead my bare buttocks while he slowly kisses my neck and collarbone. I love this so much, this may last forever. He squats down to kiss my upper thighs and loins and then plants a little kiss on my vulva. My hips quiver at feeling his breath and the touch of his lips. He turns me around gently and kisses my bottom while his hands caress my groin. How can hands be so strict one moment and so tender another moment?

“So round and firm and cute,” he murmurs while his lips keep kissing my buttocks left and right.

He stands up and we make out long and ardently. I feel in heaven.

It is time for sin number 4.

I have been unbearable to my parents, during my weekend at home. I was just in an irritable mood and gave my mother a bad time like an unbearable little brat. Hearing him read my note aloud, makes me want to cry of regret. My mother is an angel and didn’t deserve this.

He takes me by the hand and guides me towards one of the bedroom doors. Entering the door takes my breath away. This is not a bedroom at all!… The small space, obviously meant as a dressing room, has been reorganized into a cabinet of punishment.  My eyes run over a wall that is neatly equipped with several types of whips, canes, paddles, switches, bats, and rulers. The remaining walls are empty, papered with faux castle stone, obviously to give it a sort of dungeon ambiance.

A bench-like contraption flaunts the middle of the effectively arranged room. The little space is illuminated gently by some warm electric lighting effects. The floor carpeting is deep dark red, giving the room a warm and mystic ambiance.

“Take off your clothes, except your little boots, you may leave them on,” he says. 

It is a short task for me, just my belt, T-shirt dress, and bra. A strange excitement arises in my tummy, feeling so naked and submitted. He makes me fold sharply over a sort of sawhorse with a soft leather roll on top. Bent over the roll, my hands are not far from my feet and my head is close to the floor. He binds me with four leather ties to keep my hands and legs in place. He kisses me tenderly on the neck and caresses my back. I know that this punishment will be stricter than the previous one. I tremble with eagerness. This is it then, my frightening and heavenly dream. In my folded position, I see his legs and the floor upside-down. From the wall, he grabs something. It gets within my sight when he lowers it. It is a thin horse crop, black with a handgrip on one side, and a tiny leather loop on the end. His legs approach me. The crop starts tapping me softly and rhythmically like angry little bites over my back, then slowly down over my bottom, legs, and calves. Then, between my buttocks.

Owee, oh god, this is so evil, so bad, so amazing!

“Three of the best,” sounds his voice ominously while he tries it out in the air with a swishing sound.

I hold my breath… 

Shhhwhack, goes the agile crop when it lashes across my bottom like a whip. Stars explode in front of my eyes, as my head yanks up wildly, my hair fluttering around. The painful sting transforms within three seconds into a sheet of glow and then fades into a teasing sense of desire.

Then, again the crop taps me between the buttocks and on my clit with angry little bites, making me quiver all over. I am weeping with sweet pain and lust.

“What do bad girls deserve?” goes his strict voice.

“Punishment,” I pant.

Shhwhack, goes the crop across my bottom, while my hands and legs shock, captured inexorably by the bind straps. I squeal out.

“What did you want to say?!” sounds his strict voice above.

“Punishment, Sir!” I moan.

Shhwhack, goes the evil crop again. I whine in pain and erotic delight.

Then it is over. I feel three teasing stripes tingling over my rear side. My naughty bottom is trembling with sweet agony and so is my breath.

His mouth kisses over my stripes of pain, his hands stroking the inner side of my thighs giving me a feeling of intense joy.

He unties me from the buck and helps me stand up. It looks like the caning has filled us with arousal, especially me, as the pain has curiously transformed itself into a deep desire for sex.

He lugs off his shoes and drags down his jeans.  I help him rip off his T-shirt under which his smooth muscular torso appears. I look at him. His athletic body is amazing. An impressive erection shows that he is aroused as much as I am.

Wow, he’s really big, is that supposed to go into me all the way…?

He smiles. “You look as if this was your first time.”

I hesitate for a second.

“This will be my second time actually, although my first time at high school hardly counts,” I confess with a blush, thinking back to a pubic escapade of clumsiness, some years ago.

He is stunned by my inexperience, as it clearly shows on his face.

“I have had boyfriends at the Uni, but I’ve just not been very lucky to find someone really my type, you know” I apologize.

His expression turns into tenderness. “I’m amazed. You are so beautiful.”

He takes my hand and guides it to his sun-tanned chest. I am surprised by the smoothness of his skin, stretched tightly over the pecs. I move down my hand, my palm and fingers following the corrugations of his firm abdominals. I look up at his clear eyes, his mouth… His manly scent overwhelms me. I feel his impressive erection pressing against me when we kiss ardently, wet mouths merging, tongues twirling wildly. 

“Please take me, I really want it,” I whisper.

“I want you so much, baby. I’m so crazy about you,” he whispers back.

His masculine hands firmly cup my sore buttocks. I wrap both legs around him, arms around his neck, as he slowly enters me deeply. Oh dear jeez, this fullness…

I moan softly while we are both standing mouth to mouth, kissing passionately.

“Look at me, baby, keep eye contact.”

I dissolve in the depth of his gaze.

His hands under my butt tighten as he gives a wild thrust forward, filling me with a round boost of arousal. I pant. My eyes can’t help closing when he starts speeding up, more and more, rowdy and wild, bringing me into an ecstasy of untamed sex.   

Suddenly he pulls out and grabs me by the wrists. I understand why… 

There will be no escape from dealing with sin number 5, the last on my confession list…

Standing naked next to me, he reads my list, frowning deeper and deeper.

This was ever so stupid of me. I have been looking around in the exclusive Versace shop downtown. Just out of curiosity, I tried on a beautiful short skirt: Wow, this looked so amazingly good on me, like a movie star, so special with those exquisite bright deep colors.

$579.95 said the price tag impudently. Too bad. I would never be able to afford that, especially now I had lost my weekend job. So amazing, that skirt. It didn’t show any noticeable alarm tag, though. What to do now…. Would I?... just for once….? What if... In an impulse, I hid the little skirt under my T-shirt and walked quasi-calmly through the exit. Immediately the alarm went off. So stupid of me, I could have known. “Hey!” shouted the guard, running toward me. With a firm swing, I threw the skirt right into the guard’s face and ran off. Out of breath and a few streets further, I realized my close escape from having to give a most embarrassing explanation at the police station and to my parents as well. Imagine the consequences if things had worked out wrong. I blush with shame at the very thought. 

He summons me to settle down on what looks like a sort of complex massage bench with a lot of handles.

“A grown-up infringement of the law calls for an adult spanking,” he lectures with a blink of mystery in his eyes, making me shiver with anxiety.

Considering the heated state of mind we both find ourselves in, I realize that this last punishment might come with a special twist of kinkiness...

He orders me to lie down on my back. Then, he folds my legs entirely backward and straps my boots to the two poles that are protruding up at the head end of the bench. Thus, I find myself lying on my back, my bottom up, my calves positioned left and right of my head, and my booted feet buckled up to the glossy chrome poles. Folded so sharply backward, my buttocks are now spread apart, shamefully exposing my erotic zone in between. The ceiling, painted in the same red as the carpet, seems to be grinning down on me like a threatening scarlet sky. With a few sharp clicks, he manipulates some of the handles. I feel how the bench tilts backward, lifting my folded bottom slightly higher into the air and lowering my head just under the height of his hips. I have to let go now. This is the total surrender…

He then supports my curled-up back with a soft cushion. I wait in tension, his playball, excitingly subjected to whatever he decides...

I hear how he walks to the wall to fetch something. It turns out to be a tassel whip. It consists of a black handgrip and soft leather strips. I close my eyes for a moment and then I look up to the red ceiling again.

He is now behind me at the headrest of the bench.

A moment later he bends over and kisses me on the lips while kneading my smooth calves that are partly sticking out of my little red boots. His hands work their way up over the back of my thighs. Then, loose fingers, fondle thoughtlessly between my buttocks, skyrocketing my hormones to the stars. I remember the shocking things I have seen on the internet and realize that this will be something similar, the ultimate punishment, the sweet hell on earth... 

“Time to meet Waltzing Matilda, the punishment for bad stealing girls,” goes his voice above me. He moves the whip forward over me. Softly sprinkle the soft tassel ends over my mouth, my breasts, and then along the unprotected area between my buttocks that stick up high into the air. The tassel ends move gently up and down, sprinkling on my two naughty spots and in between. It drives me insane and makes my hips shake with lust. He lays the tassels between my buttocks and slowly pulls back all the way to my face. My nose picks up the smell of leather.

There is a moment of silence.

Swat! The whip has suddenly hit my left buttock. He hasn’t hit me too hard but I nevertheless feel the fine tingling that the tassels have spread over my left cheek and partly over the upper back part of my thigh. It is fascinating how the stroke feels erotically soft and strict at the same time. I moan softly.

Swat! The whip lashes my right cheek. The ecstatic tingle seems to be in perfect balance now, arousing a void of desire in the naughty middle. Jeez, this is so…

Leaning on his muscular forearms, he bends over me and showers my face and neck with wet kisses.

“I’m gonna make out with you all over, Baby, until you’re juicy like a delicious peach.” His tongue trails over my neck and circles my nipples, making me crazy. Then, he bites one craving nipple after the other. Ouch, owi, gosh! He continues his way, while he bends further over me. Gorgeous is the abdominal delight that appears right above my face, almost close enough to be kissed by my lips. My longs stutter. In my sharp folded position, spread legs, and tied feet, I am a helpless prey for him. My hormones shoot into heaven when I feel his breath between my buttocks. A moment later, he is licking my already crazed sex. Shocks of delight are propagating through my body. Holy flame, this is so… I feel my groin melt in erotism. His wet tongue seems to be on a quest though. It slowly travels further. Oh, … oh, he can’t…he won't...  Ah, my god, this is…   The cheeky tongue tip twirls around in the center of my eager butt spot, making me moan with an unknown sensation of pure lust. Then it returns to my soaking feminity all the way up. Up and down all the way goes his tongue now, in slow repetition.  I tremble, shake, groan. His muscular torso pulls back and the tassels start teasing me again between the buttocks, tickling over my erotic valley that is now screaming with hankering. Two lashes on my buttocks follow. Then, the impossible happens: Swat! The tassels whip me in the middle, hitting both my erotic spots simultaneously. This middle one is applied a lot milder than the other two, but on this target, it feels like a round explosion of agony and lust.  A howl escapes my mouth.

Swat…. Swat… Swat, continues the whip, always with a merciless lash on each buttock and a milder blow in the middle.

Tears are flowing along my face, via my neck onto the bench, while my lungs shake in convulsion.  His two hands manipulate something under the bench with a clicking sound. I feel how the support under my head changes its angle, tilting my head slightly backward, thus bringing my mouth under his hard manliness. “I want you to make love to me with your mouth,” sounds his commanding voice.

Oh, holy! It is the first time in my life to perform such an intimate act. I reach out and clamp my slim fingers firmly around the stiff phallus.

Oh god, so hard and big!  My tongue tip carefully encounters his swollen manliness. Then, I enclose him with my mouth. I like his erotic taste and scent, remotely reminding me of a sea breeze combined with spring apple blossom. My curious tongue searches around, exploring all aspects around the stiff rim and the round tip with the tight opening. He starts moving slowly forth and back between my lips and over my tongue, thus filling my mouth erotically. It feels ever so good, just like a lock and key that are meant for each other.  God, I can’t believe I am doing this, tasting my Celtic Warrior, the hottest guy in town, in a blowjob!

“I will punish you until I come in your mouth”, sounds his voice, hoarse with excitement.

Oh, no, oh no, my god!!! The magic whip resumes its bitter-sweet punishment. Waltzing Matilda!

Swat…. Swat… Swat!… left, right, middle it goes in slow but continuous repetition making me shake and shock with pain. My mouth, in fulfillment of its erotic mission, fails to cry aloud, only able to give a humming moan on the aggravating waltz of the whip.  My mind screams in contradiction. Please stop, stop, stop. ….. please don’t…. 

Hellish is the punishment, while my naughty valley and buttocks are rocking in the rhythm of lust, my mouth dominated by his stiff and hard supremacy. Gradually, the pain of delight starts feeling rounder and intenser. Swat… Swat….. Swat!

The last middle one is too much. Fuses explode when I enter into a shaking orgasm while my entire body quivers in helpless convulsion.  My mouth feels his stiffness grow hard as wood. “I’m coming now, baby!” he announces. Determined, I keep my lips around him, my tongue whirling around the rigid shapes.

I want to do this for him, I can do it! 

His warm love pulsates into my mouth under his loud moan.

Whoa, this is…  I swallow. His taste is herby and yet fruity, sort of round erotic sweet, making me feel so sexy, so hot, so wanted by him, that it drives me into an explosion of lust. I twirl my tongue around and around and swallow his next pulsation, loving how it brings him so much out of his mind; it is my sweet revenge on my bad-boy warrior. I swallow again. Wow, really done it to the very end! 

He bends over, kissing my trembling valley, while his hands softly fondle my thighs and buttocks, making me quiver with after-shakes of orgasm. Slowly he kisses me into a state of happiness and relaxation.

He sets me free from the bench, still panting.

“Holy sweet hell, you’re legitly amazing, baby!”

“And you are mean,” I say with a pouting smile.

His erotic taste is still in my mouth when he leads me by the hand to his bed in the bedroom where we lie all night, spooning in blissful peace.

Chapter 4 --     We both get out of bed as the morning sun attempts to sneak in through the curtains to welcome us. He slips into his jogging pants for his daily run. I look him in the eyes cheekily, standing before him naked.

“Your taste is so yummy and sexy, I could swallow your surprise every day,” I laugh, my mind filled with naughtiness.

“The best protein shake with vitamins you can get, baby!” he smiles. He caresses the back of my thighs and taps me softly on my bare behind, awakening a faded sensation of yesterday’s magic. I kiss him on the mouth and turn around to get dressed.

I have to run if I don’t want to miss my art history lecture. Walking away from him to pick up my clothes in the other room, I sway my hips on the cadence of my step, knowing well that he is watching my round bare booty with utmost delight. Hurriedly I slip into my clothes, give him a quick kiss, and then hop out of the door of the apartment. My coquet summer boots echo in the hall when I rush towards the elevator. I feel something has changed deep inside yesterday’s innocent student I was.

The elevator guides me down and I walk out of the building, embracing the newborn day, my senses razor sharp and my head clear as crystal water. I feel on top of the world, ready to handle the entire universe.