I was tired. Very tired. In the last week, I had driven to France, played a gig, driven through Belgium, played a gig, and then driven to northern Holland, having played in Breda and Eindhoven; the band were preparing for the final gig of the week-long tour in Europe in Amsterdam.

The venue was cool, just on the edge of the red light district, and we had been on a wander before soundcheck, which went well. I was now killing time chatting to the rather attractive tattooed barmaid called Becky. She was a twenty-five-year-old German girl, living with her Dutch girlfriend, who she explained was away visiting family. This knowledge stopped me from embarrassing myself by trying to hit on her.

She wished us luck as we headed to the stage and passed me a bottle of beer.

An hour or so later, after a good set well received by the crowd, I was once again standing at the end of the bar with a Jack Daniel's. “Are you staying for the club night?” yelled Becky over the music. I nodded and explained that the band were staying with the promoter, who only lived around the corner.

“Good, I get off in half an hour.” She smiled as she served another customer. I had noticed she had changed from earlier. She now had her hair half tied up and was wearing a short-sleeved pinstripe shirt and a red tartan tie that matched her short pleated skirt. She had a great figure and fantastic legs. I told myself, despite her being taken, there were worse ways to pass a night than dancing with this sexy punk girl.

Half an hour later, I bought two more Jack Daniel's and passed one to her as she joined me on the other side of the bar. “Come, we dance, Ja.” She said in her thick German accent as she grabbed my hand; we joined the mass of people on the dance floor. Though she had seemed a little shy earlier, she came out of her shell on the dance floor, resting her hand on my hip as we danced to the loud music.

The band's keyboard player, Ant, came over. Becky indicated she was going to get another drink. “We are heading to the promoters”

“Ok, I am going to stay for a bit,” I replied.

“Anything to do with the sexy barmaid who was dancing with you?” he laughed.

“Sadly, no, she has a girlfriend. She is cool, though, and I am still buzzing from playing, so I am going to stay and dance for a bit,”  I said as Becky returned, handed me one of the beer bottles she was carrying and again started grinding at my hip.

Ant gave me a confused smile and waved as he headed out of the club. We continued to drink, chat and dance for half an hour. A slow industrial song came on, and Becky turned her back to me and started to grind back against me to the level where it would be impossible for her not to tell how turned on I was.

I was about to step away when she raised one hand above her to grab the back of my head, and her other hand stroked up the inside of my thigh. She continued to grind against me, then half turned and kissed me deeply.

She was a very good kisser.

As she broke the kiss, I said, “I thought you had a girlfriend?”

“I do, but we have an open relationship; she will be jealous when I tell her you are just her type,” she said as she wrapped her arms around my hips. Her response was all the encouragement I needed, and I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her in to kiss her, as her tongue curled around mine, my hand slid down to squeeze her ass and pull her into me.

After five minutes of solid kissing, she asked: “Did I see the rest of the band leave?”

“Yes, they have gone back to the promoters,” I replied.

“So the dressing room is empty," she said with a grin. She kissed me again, took my hand and walked across the dance floor. We walked through the door beside the bar, and she started to walk up the narrow, steep steps to the dressing room.

“You know I can see straight up your skirt from here.” I laughed, looking up at her.

“Well, I had better give you something to look at then!” she said as she stopped and turned to face me. She lifted her short skirt, slid the black thong down her legs, exposing a neat-looking pussy with just the smallest whisp of hair above it and allowed the panties to fall to the step. I stooped to pick them up and followed her up the rest of the stairs, my eyes never leaving her naked arse.

We entered the dressing room that contained a table, a small fridge and the same small black leather sofa that you seem to find in club dressing rooms all over Europe and the UK. She locked the door behind us and then walked over, kissed me passionately and pushed me to sit on the leather sofa; the music downstairs could still be easily heard.

She started to sway to the music as she slowly unbuttoned her shirt. It soon became clear that she was not wearing a bra beneath, and as she opened her shirt and slid it down her arms, I could see she had a great body, large, firm breasts with rings through each nipple, and a large tribal tattoo just above her chest.

She dropped the shirt on the sofa next to me and bent down to pull my t-shirt over my head. She dropped to her knees in front of me and kissed me, then kissed her way down my chest and stomach and started to undo my jeans.

She looked up at me as she released my hard cock. She ran her tongue up the underside of the shaft and laughed, saying, “I should warn you, I have not given a blow job in about five years.”

I was unable to respond as she bent her head and engulfed my throbbing member with her lips, slowly sliding her way most of the way down and then back to the top, steadily building up a rhythm. I leaned back on the sofa and winced.

“Sorry, are you ok?” she asked, looking worried.

“Fine, sorry, the sofa was cold.” I laughed.

She giggled as I continued. “That feels fucking amazing, but come here.” She stood as I placed my hands on her hips and pulled her in towards me. Kissing her stomach, moving my way up to her breasts, carefully sucking her pierced nipples into my mouth.

She sighed and started to moan quietly as I again kissed my way down her stomach, I lifted her skirt and ducked my head under, kissing the inside of her thigh as I pulled one of her feet up onto the sofa, this opened her legs and allowed me to gently lap at her pussy with my tongue, her moans rapidly increased as I sucked her clitoris into my mouth and started to manipulate it with my tongue.

Within a short time, I felt her hand on the back of my head, and her breathing became increasingly erratic. She was muttering something in German I did not understand, and then cried out in pleasure as her pussy twitched and bucked against my face.

I kissed her thigh and raised my head, slumping back against the sofa and stretching my neck. She grinned down at me, red-faced. “Wow, a man who knows where a clitoris is. I am impressed. You really need to fuck me now!”

As she said this, she moved to the side of the sofa and lay over the arm, smiling at me seductively. I stood and rapidly removed my trousers and boxer shorts. Walking beside her, I stroked, then playfully slapped her arse.

She jumped slightly and said, “Hey!”

“What’s the matter, Becky? Don’t you like being spanked?” I asked cheekily.

“Actually, I do, but so does my girlfriend, so I am normally the one doing the spanking,” she answered with a laugh as I stroked her arse again.

“Well, stop complaining then,” I said and proceeded to land eight or ten hard slaps to her behind before pausing again to stroke her bottom.

This time, when she looked back at me, her eyes were full of desire and need, and she simply said, “More!”

I needed no more encouragement and started to spank her properly, delighting in the way her plump buttocks wobbled every time I hit them. I became aware I had inadvertently matched the beat of the music downstairs, swapping buttocks every four or five strikes, areas of her arse now beginning to glow a deep red.

I suddenly became aware that I had been so fixated on watching the outcome of my attentions that I had completely lost track of how many times I had hit her. I also became aware that the last few spanks had brought a grunt of stifled pain from her.

“Sorry, Becky, I got a little carried away,” I said as I carefully stroked her arse, dropping my hand to rub between her legs, finding that her pussy was soaking.

She turned to look at me again; her eyes were blazing with desire as she stated, “Fuck me. Now!” With no more hesitation, I took my penis in my hand and guided it into her soaking hole. As I pushed forward, I realised she was very tight, and it crossed my mind how long it had been since she was with a man.

Any thought process soon disappeared as I slowly pushed deep into her, my mind now only lost in the sensations of the velvety, warm embrace of her body around mine. She let out a long, deep moan. “Ok, Becky?” I asked softly.

“Yes, Wunderbar, just been a while, please don’t stop,” she answered without looking back. Carefully, I carried on taking her from behind. Smoothly sliding in and out, trying to retain my enthusiasm and not push too deep.

Her moans slowly increased, and she started pushing back at me. She looked back over her shoulder and said, “More!” I smiled, reached my arm over her shoulder, took hold of her breast, and as I fondled and squeezed, I held her up off the sofa and thrust into her harder from behind until my pelvis was slamming into her buttocks.

“Ach du Lieber gott, Ach du lieber gott, oh verdammt, ich komme, ich komme,“ "she yelled as I fucked her hard from behind. Even with my limited German, the convulsions I could feel inside her made it clear what was happening. I slowed my hips and finally withdrew as her orgasm subsided.

She finally stood and turned to me. “Wow, so gut. Danke, danke,“ she sighed, pushing me down to sit on the sofa. She placed her knees on either side of my thighs and slowly lowered herself onto me. Riding me gently for the next five minutes, as I stooped my head to kiss and suck hungrily at her breasts.

Finally, sitting back and said, “I am close, Becky!” It took her a second to understand, and then she suddenly smiled and lifted herself off, dropping to her knees in front of me.

She took my dick to the back of her throat, then, moving back swiftly, built a rhythm, moving her lips back and forth; before long her hand grasped the root and started to pump rhythmically as she rolled her tongue around the end.

“Oh God”, I sighed. She leaned back slightly, looked up at me and stuck out her pierced tongue, her hand pumping faster along my shaft.

The first spurt splashed across her face and chest before she again took me into her mouth and sucked enthusiastically, swallowing rapidly as her hand finally slowed its movements.

I collapsed back onto the sofa, breathing heavily. Becky retrieved a long-sleeved, cropped cardigan from a bag in the corner and slipped it on, picking up a toilet roll. She crossed to a mirror on the other side of the room and cleaned herself off. Her short tartan skirt was still pulled high up on her waist, and I could not help but stare and admire her perfect, plump, glowing red cheeks.

She turned and smiled as she saw me admiring her. She turned again for a final check in the mirror, needlessly bending forward. “I live about ten minutes’ walk away, shall we go back to mine?”

“Hell Yes! Oh, don’t forget these,” I said, pulling her panties out of my pocket, then picking up and putting on my T-shirt and throwing my small bag over my shoulder. She laughed, took the black thong, put it on and started to button the cardigan that barely contained her breasts. Collected her bag and took my hand, leading me back down the stairs.

She popped behind the bar, had a brief conversation with the barmaid, who looked over at me with a smile; they hugged and kissed, and she picked up two bottles of beer, opened them, passed one to me, and we left the bar together. We drank and chatted as we walked the short distance along the canal bank.

“So, that did not feel like the first time you have spanked someone; you are, how you English say, kinky!" I dropped my now-empty beer bottle in a bin on the street and wrapped my arm around her waist and rested my hand on her arse, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“I suppose you could say that, but I never do anything girls don’t want me to," I laughed.

“My girlfriend wants me to be kinkier.” She stated, wrapping her arms around my waist. I stopped and turned to kiss her, sliding my hand under her skirt and stroking her arse as my tongue entwined hers.

“There is a simple way to find out if you are submissive. When we get to yours, let’s see if you can do as you are told," I said.

“Ok then, sounds good. Does that mean I have to call you sir?” she said with a laugh.

“Yes,” I answered directly. She stopped and looked at me, suddenly serious.

“Oh, ok then. When we get to mine, I will do as you say, Sir.”

“Good girl," I said and took her hand, continuing to walk.

We soon arrived at hers, and I found myself in a small kitchen. She asked if I wanted a drink, and I said I was ok. Looking at the small kitchen dining table, I asked, “Do you have any rope, Becky?”

Her eyes widened in surprise, but she delved under the sink and came out with a long length of thin white nylon rope, which she passed to me.

“Good girl, now take off your cardigan and skirt,” I ordered calmly.

“Yes, sir.” She said with a smile. This was a girl who was confident in her body; she swiftly stripped until she was just wearing her panties. I hooked my finger at her, indicating for her to come to me. When she got close, I removed the leather bands at each of my wrists, removed them and put them on hers, then kissed her passionately.

“Now, get on your knees and suck my dick, Becky.”

“Yes, Sir." Another smile as she dropped to her knees and undid my jeans, forcing them over my hips and taking my cock into her hand, she pumped it to full hardness and then took it deep into her throat, quickly building up a rhythm.

Looking down at the now obedient German girl, I placed my hand on the back of her head and said, “Slow down, Becky, I have plans for you. Good girl.” She slowed her attention.

I stroked her head and again said, “Good girl.” I allowed her to pleasure me for five minutes or so, then told her to stand.

“Stand by the table and take off your panties,” I said.

I watched carefully as she moved, hooked her fingers into the black thong and slid it down her behind, stepping out of it and standing naked with the tiny black garment hanging off her finger.  

I walked to the other side of the table and said, “Good girl, now put your panties in your mouth.” Her smile disappeared, and she looked at me for a short time. Then slowly put the panties in her mouth.

“Good girl. If you want me to stop at any point, spit out the panties. Do you understand?” I said clearly. She looked at me and nodded firmly.

“Good girl. Now bend over the table.” As she did so, she yelped slightly as her naked body hit the cold table. I looped the nylon rope through the leather band at her wrist. Wrapped it around the table leg and ran it to the other table leg, wrapped it around twice and then fastened it to her other wrist.

It was loose enough for her to change position, but tight enough that those movements were limited. I leaned forward and carefully pushed the panties all the way into her mouth with my finger.

“That should keep you quiet. Comfortable, Becky?” I asked. She nodded with a large smile on her face. “Good girl. It is play time.” I said and walked to the other side of the table to stand behind her.

I stroked my hand over her arse. “I am going to spank you now, Becky, not because you deserve it but because I want to. I am going to spank you for as long as I want, and then I am going to fuck you, hard, unless you spit out your panties. Do you understand?”

She lifted her head slightly and nodded.

She then turned her head to the side and rested it on the table again. The first slap made her eyes snap open; by the tenth, her mouth was open, showing the black panties, and she was breathing heavily.

I stood behind her and pushed her ankles further apart with my foot, stroking her arse and running my fingers below, rubbing the soaking wet outer lips of her pussy. As my fingers entered her and started to move back and forth, she rose from the table, moaning and pushing back against my hand.

Suddenly, I tore my fingers away, grabbed the back of her head, and pushed her back down on the table. “Did I say you could stand, disobedient girl?” She shook her head as I again started to spank her behind, the strikes coming hard and fast until she was wiggling her arse and straightening her legs in pain.

Again, I paused, running my hand over her burning arse cheeks, allowing my fingers to drop lower and stroke her pussy. The second I touched it, she started to moan, loud sighs muffled by her own panties as my fingers penetrated her pussy.

“You have been a good girl and taken your spanking well, time for some pleasure,” I said and slipped my other hand between her legs to rub at her clitoris as my right hand continued to pump in and out of her, her moans were becoming more and more erratic as my fingers tortured her most intimate area, Finally she screamed through her gag, again and again until her legs collapsed under her. She relaxed onto the table, panting through the panties with her mouth wide open and drooling on the table.

“Good girl, my turn,” I said as I withdrew my fingers and replaced them with the head of my penis, pushing forward into her soaking wet hole, forcing myself deep into her tight cavity, slowly building up a rhythm until I was pounding into her from behind.

I grabbed hold of her hair and pulled her head up off the table. Each thrust forced a loud grunt from her gagged mouth. I slowed myself down with a lot of effort, reached forward and pulled the panties out of her mouth.

She gasped for breath and exhaled loudly as I thrust into her again, then withdrew almost all the way and thrust into her hard. “Do you want me to come inside you or on you, Becky?” I said, the strain of control obvious in my voice.

Immediately, she responded. “Cum inside me, Sir, inside me."

I took hold of her hips and started to slam into her from behind, probing as deep into her as I could until finally I released and let out a loud sigh as I came. I collapsed on her back for a few seconds and then, composing myself, undid her wrists, and she sat on the floor beside me.

She rested her head on my shoulder. “That was really intense; it was really interesting just giving up control like that. I was determined not to spit out my panties; at first it was pride, but then I found I was getting pleasure out of submitting to you.”  

“I am really glad you enjoyed it, and thank you for letting me be your first Dom.”

“I honestly can’t believe how wet I got just from being spanked. When I tell my girlfriend about tonight, she is going to want you to come and join us,” she said. 

“What is she like, Becky?” She stood, retrieved her phone from her bag, and sat next to me again. She swiped on her phone a couple of times and then showed me a picture, which was of a slim girl with large breasts and long blonde hair lying naked on a bed. “Wow, she is gorgeous. Well done, you. If I do get an invite, I will definitely accept.” I said with a laugh.

She stood and offered me her hand. “Come on, sir, let’s go to bed.” I took her hand and stood. As we walked up the stairs naked, I said, “I really hope we are going to sleep!”

“Yes, to sleep. I am dead,” she said.

“Oh, thank god.” I laughed.