Weekends
It was another stressed-out day at
the office. Phones.
Demands. Deadlines. Employees who
don't follow instructions.
Sometimes it seemed as if she had
to control everything to get
the job done. That was what she was
paid to do. That was why
she had risen to her position at a
young age. She had a knack
for organizing marketing and operations
so that new programs got
off the ground and actually worked.
The only thing that made this day
different was the reminder
that she would be meeting him after
work and they would be
spending the weekend together. Thank
God it was Friday. Ever
so often her thoughts drifted to him
and the deliciously wicked
things he had planned for her. It
brought an unmistakably erotic
sensation to her abdomen. She thought
it was odd that he asked
her not to wear panties to work on
Friday but she did it anyway.
These days as their passion grew more
intense, it seemed as if
she would do anything to please him.
After work, she drove to the pre-arranged
parking lot to
meet him with her overnight bag. She
jumped out of the car to
greet him but, as usual, he was very
cool to her in a public
place. A small smile was offered.
He was tall with dark hair
contrasted against fair skin just
slightly weathered with age.
His poise was confident and self-assured.
"Do you have everything I told you
to bring with you in the
bag?" he asked. He had instructed
her to bring a silk scarf, a
rope at least 16 feet long, and the
sluttiest panties from her
lingerie drawer. Just packing the
bag produced the desired
affected of getting her curious and
hot. In same ways, the items
seemed cliche but they excited her
nonetheless.
"Yes," she nodded that she brought
them all.
"Good, now let me have your car keys."
She handed them to
him. He opened up the trunk of her
car and took her bag and
purse out of her hands and placed
them there then closed the
hood. "You won't be needing those
things."
She looked at him confused. She thought
that was what he
wanted her to bring. Why did he change
his mind? What about her
hair brush and make up? She didn't
have a change of clothes, not
even underwear since she wore none.
He grabbed her arm just
above the elbow and guided her to
the passenger side of his car
and motioned for her to get in.
"I have everything you need for the
weekend. Don't worry
darling, I will take care of you completely,"
he encouraged.
Thoughts began racing through her
mind. She did not have
any I.D. on her person anywhere --
her driver's license and
credit cards were all in her purse.
Her phone numbers in her
little black book? What about her
contraceptives?
Suddenly she began to feel more naked
in front of him than
she ever felt in her life before.
As the car accelerated, she
convinced herself she had total confidence
and trust in him
although they had only known each
other a month and this was
their first weekend away together.
She knew his sexual desires
were highly unusual both in intensity
and style. When they made
love on their second date, she saw
a hint of something she didn't
understand. His urgency was almost
animalistic yet she knew he
was holding something back.
He was the first man who ever touched
her roughly when they
had intercourse. Most men she knew
before were either shy or
gentlemanly towards her as a woman.
His hands were forceful and
eyes were demanding. A few times he
grabbed her hair just before
climaxing and she felt the excitement
pushing her over the edge
as she let herself give into his desires.
He told her at the
time it was just the beginning of
the passion they would feel
together and she wondered what could
get any better than the best
sex she ever had. It would, he promised.
From his perspective,
he could see a submissive streak in
her a mile wide but she was
not be able to acknowledge it at this
point in their
relationship. It would have frightened
her or spooked her from
going any further. He needed to take
her one step at a time
until she was completely his.
When he invited her to go away for
the weekend, she felt
herself melting at the thought of
almost three full days of
exquisite sex. He told her he wanted
to explore her body and
mind deeper than they had in the preliminary
weeks of their
relationship. He wanted her to give
herself totally to him and
do everything he asked for just one
weekend. If she did, he
promised her orgasms like she never
knew existed. It was too
good of an offer to pass up, she agreed,
she would do what ever
he asked. He already knew she would
agree -- she had to agree --
she had no choice but to agree because
she needed him.
As they drove, he ran his hand up
inside her skirt along the
silkiness of her stockings. He smiled
approvingly when he
reached the tops of her stockings
and found the soft flesh of her
inner thigh exposed. His fiery hand
sunk into the valley of her
thighs to run his fingers through
her soft pussy hair then slide
his hand between her legs where her
juices were flowing. With
one hand on the steering wheel and
his eyes on the road, he
expertly opened the folds of her pussy
and traced her form with
his fingers. He touched and massaged
every bit of her sweet skin
to see what quiver or sound it brought
forth. As her breath grew
shorter and her hips rhythmically
reached out for more, he pulled
back to maintain an uncomfortable
state of arousal. They drove
for more than an hour without saying
a word with his hand
building her arousal.
He turned down a secluded road to
an alpine-style cabin.
There were a two small overnight cases
in the back seat he pulled
out of the car. Out of his breast
pocket he produced a key and
opened the door to allow her to step
into their weekend hide-
away. She wandered around the two
bedroom structure with a small
kitchen and sunken bathtub. It was
clean, simple, charming. He
was in the larger bedroom apparently
emptying his luggage. She
had none, so she sat on the edge of
the couch to wait for him.
She heard running water in the distance.
He came into the room with something
hiding behind his back
and leaned over her to kiss her lips
with strong pressure. She
ached for him. He held out a white
terry cloth robe.
"I'd like you to go into the bathroom,
take all your clothes
off and fold them neatly, then get
into the bathtub. Clean your
whole body from head to toe, feel
the slippery soapy water
against your skin, but under no circumstances
should you touch
your clit or bring yourself to orgasm,"
he told her. He reached
out his index finger to touch her
lips to tell her silently not to speak.
"When you are done, put on this robe
and come back out to
me," he instructed.
She removed her work clothes, folded
them in a neat pile on
the floor, then stepped into the hot
foamy water that had been
filling the bathtub. It felt wonderful
to sink into the steamy
water and feel it envelope her body.
As she washed her skin all over, she
noticed how her breasts
swelled with anticipation. Her nipples
hardened and she could
not resist pinching them softly between
her fingers to see how
alive they had become. Electric shock
waves traveled from her
nipple to her cunt when she did. She
slid her hands down over
her flat stomach and felt the inner
arousal building. Then she
touched her pussy and felt the twinges
of desire he started more
than an hour ago in the front seat
of the car. Her fingers
glided over the wet, slippery swelling
skin until she had to stop
or there may not be any further resisting.
She remembered he
told her not to orgasm, so she stopped.
She rinsed off the soapy water and
wrapped her naked body in
the white terry cloth robe. Compared
to the soothing bath, the
inside of the robe felt stiff and
scratchy against her body. She
smoothed her wet hair back in wavy
tresses and tentatively walked
out of the bathroom. He never saw
her in such a utilitarian
robe, without a stitch of clothes
or make up. He was waiting for
her on the couch still fully clothed.
She presented herself to
him without saying a word.
While she stood before him, he looked
at her up and down.
"Take off the robe and let it fall
to the floor," he asked. She
loosened the belt and dropped the
lapels off her shoulders until
the weight of the robe pulled the
fabric off her body onto the
ground. His eyes burned her skin.
"Turn around slowly." She
moved in a small circle before him
until she was back facing him
again. "Get on your knees. Kneel in
front of me," he said. She
did. "You may rest back on your heels
while I talk to you." They
were almost face-to-face as he sat
on the edge of the couch and
she knelt back on her heels. He reached
out his right hand and
held her chin to make sure her eyes
did not turn away from his.
His voice became very soft and quiet,
almost a whisper,
"Remember you agreed to do everything
I asked you to do this
weekend?" She nodded. "Are you still
prepared for the
challenge?" She nodded again. "Good.
I want you to be
completely mine for the weekend, maybe
even longer if you are
good to me. I will challenge you beyond
your boundaries, you
will reach new heights of pleasure,
you will service my every
sexual demand, and I will take care
of you better than you have
ever imagined. That is what you want,
isn't it?" She nodded
again and just then a tear that was
forming in her left eye
trickled down her face. He brushed
it away with his thumb.
Never before had she felt so free
to love and be loved.
"All weekend as we play these roles,
I want you to kneel in
front of me just as you are when I
give you instructions. And
you should speak only when asked a
question. If you feel the
need to speak otherwise, you must
ask my permission. Agreed?"
"Yes, I agree," the words nearly stuck
in her throat.
He stood up and took her into the
larger bedroom where the
king-size bed dominated the room.
The room was stark and bare.
He sat on the side of the mattress
and pulled her down to sit in his lap.
"One other thing, if you disobey me,
I will have to punish
you. Of course, I'll never really
hurt you -- just shake you up
a little bit. Anytime you want me
to stop, all you need to do is
say a safeword. What word do you want
to use that's easy for you
to remember?"
Her mind drew a blank for a moment
then she thought if she
really wanted him to stop, to take
mercy on her, she could say
the word, mercy. "Mercy," she said
to see if he approved and
when she saw his smile, she knew he
did.
"I believe you are due for your first
punishment," he said.
She was startled because she couldn't
imagine what she had done
wrong already. "I asked you to take
a bath and not to touch your
clit, do you remember? When I looked
into the bathroom, your eyes
were closed and you were touching
your clit very sensually." Oh
yes, she didn't realize she had gotten
carried away a little and
her hands massaged her pussy lips
and clit more than she intended.
"I may punish you various ways over
time, but to start with,
I will spank you," he said. "I will
spank your naked behind 10
times on each cheek to teach you that
you must obey me."
"Hey, this is crazy, you can't spank
me like a little girl," she protested.
"You agreed to do everything I desire,
now bend over my
knees. Do it." he commanded.
She stared at him for a very long
moment in defiance. If
she said yes, she would be humiliated
like a small child. She
was scared of the pain he would inflict.
She did not want to be
spanked. If she said no, she realized
the weekend would be over
and she would not come to experience
the pleasures he promised.
Her skin of her ass virtually tingled
with chills and her pussy
was throbbing at the thought of him
spanking her. She was
embarrassed at her obviously sexual
reaction to his threat to spank her.
"Do it, bend over now or else we might
as well give up on
you," he warned her without a hint
of teasing or joking. He was
perfectly serious. She lay across
his thighs hesitantly. Her
breasts pressed against one leg, her
pussy against the other, and
a cool breeze blowing against her
exposed behind.
"You must obey me at all times or
this will be the result, I
will tell you in advance what the
punishment is and if you
resist, I will increase the punishment
at my will until I feel
you sufficiently understand and are
ready to submit to my will
again. I will start with 20 spanks,
10 on each ass cheek." He
pressed his left hand firmly into
her back to hold her down in
case she resisted or jumped from her
inexperience.
"One," he counted as his firm right
hand landed across her
cheek with a loud smack. She felt
the sting of his hand,
followed by a strong contraction of
her cunt and a hot sensation
filling her pussy and ass. Her mind
reeled at the raw sexuality of the spank.
"Two," the spank was just a bit harder
in almost the same
place on her ass. The pain was stronger
now but the same heat
emanated from her body.
"Three," slap. "Four," slap. "Five,"
slap. "Six," slap.
"Seven, slap." She could barely tolerate
the sharp pain now
and cried out as he smacked her harder
each time. The slaps were
coming closer and closer together
until she felt the shock of the
slap but not the sexual pleasure that
followed. She wasn't sure
if she could withstand anymore. She
threw back her hand to
partially cover her ass as the eighth
stroke landed.
"Move your hand," he asked. "Move
it now or you I will
increase your spankings." She moved
her hand away.
He brought his hand down on her ass
again and counted,
"Eight." "Nine," just a little softer.
"Ten," was just a small pat on her
ass. He ran his hand
over the burning redness of her ass
cheek very softly, then moved
his hand between the crack of her
ass to feel her pussy. Soaking
wet as he suspected. "It looks like
you are enjoying this too
much," he said. "I will have to be
sure the next half is more of
a punishment than a pleasure to you."
The counting resumed. His spanks were
full-handed and sharp
against her skin. She was surprised
how hard he was able to hit
her with just a hand. This time the
rhythm of the smacks was
uneven which placed her off guard
because she did not know just
when he next one would land. The same
burning raw sexuality of
the skin-hitting-skin returned on
her fresh ass cheek. But
soon, the spanking turned severe and
rapid. She shouted out,
Ahhhhhhh. She thought about yelling
the safeword but it was
almost over and she did not want to
disappoint him. "Seven,
eight," she felt a damn of emotions
releasing inside of her.
"Please stop, stop, anything, I will
do anything you ask,"
she said through tears. "Nine, ten,"
she was sobbing now.
He caressed her bruised ass gently
with one hand while his
left hand stroked her hair. "That
is my girl. There, there, it
is over. You have done well and have
learned your lesson for now.
Are you ready to show me that you
want to please me?"
"Yes," she said wiping her eyes.
"Then, get on the bed on your hands
and knees, I want to
fuck your hot ass," he commanded.
She moved onto the bed and
knelt on her hands and knees as he
asked. Her back swayed a
little which caused her ass to protrude
into the air. Her
breasts dangled beautifully. She heard
his pants unzip and his
clothes drop to the floor although
she could not see him. The
bed moved as he climbed behind her
and over her shoulder she
could see his red, blood-engorged
cock ready to penetrate her.
"I love your little red beaten ass,"
he told her as he
grabbed her hips on the sides but
his hands were large enough
that they dug into her burning flesh.
He teased the head of his
cock over her pussy lips that were
creamy wet. His initial thrust
into her cunt was hard, fast and deep
-- made easy by her natural
lubrication. He thrust into her as
he pulled her ass towards him
with his hands guiding her hips, over
and over again. Every so
often, he slapped her ass to feel
her cunt clench against his cock.
He wrapped his arm around her hip
and slid one hand into her
mound to put her clit on fire while
the other hand grabbed her
hair and yanked her head back. She
moaned and cried as he took
her from behind with all his desire,
there was no holding back.
Her entire being submitted to his
hands, his cock, his words.
She was a bundle of sexual energy
and helplessness at his command.
"Cum, you little hot bitch," he shouted
at her. "I want you
to cum all over me and get me off."
Her eyes closed as she focused all
of her attention on
cumming. He wanted her to cum. Now.
The climax took off
suddenly and skyrocketed, she forgot
where she was for a time in
space where she floated and fucked
and felt the purest rawest
orgasm of her life. She heard someone
in a distance screaming
and realized it was herself. His climax
was set off by hers.
His thrusts quickened uncontrollably
until he groaned and shot
his cum into her well-disciplined
cunt that was now all his.
She collapsed underneath him with
exhaustion. Her ass was
too sore to lie on her back, so she
stretched out on her stomach.
He touched her face, brushed back
the hair from her eyes,
drew up the blanket over her defeated
body, caressed her
shoulders. He ever so gently played
with her pussy just enough
to rise the level of sensuality to
sooth the pains away. He gave
a long massaging pinch to one of her
nipples and she responded
with a moan. Her nipple became hard
and erect again and she
pressed her mound against the sheets
with desire. His fingers,
once so gentle in caressing her suddenly
became fiery pincers and
her nipples responded by becoming
tingling nerve ends making her
whole being quiver. He expertly stayed
right on the line between
pain and ecstasy and her cunt started
flowing uncontrollably.
She could even feel her clit hardening
and lengthening with each
pinch of his fingers.
She could feel his cock harden against
her buttocks. "Open
your cheeks", he ordered. She knew
he wanted another milking of
his cock by her tight anal passage.
She knew that she was about
to have a string of multiple orgasms
as she felt her brain and
body writhe in anticipation. As he
pressed his cock against her
she reached back and guided it into
her. But, this time, she
disobeyed his orders and raising her
butt she put him into her
cunt where she really wanted it, her
real love hole!
Within seconds she became almost frantic
with ecstasy as he
began pumping into her, his balls
slapping against her raised
ass. And the, and then, and then.........
heaven came in
thunderous bursts. She collapsed gasping
and moaning and knowing
that it could never be better than
this.
She drifted off into sweet sleep with
a smile of utter
happiness on her lips. Not only had
she had the most satisfying
string of orgasms in her life she
had taken his cock where SHE
wanted it and not where he did. A
victory of love!! It was the
most peaceful sleep she had known
in years.
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