A spanking good time

We met through AMM and our introductions were pretty ordinary when we met at the cafe. ‘Hi, how are you?’ etc ‘Nice to meet you’, and so on. I was in formal trousers – part of a suit, a white shirt and striped tie. She wore a summer dress, with strappy shoulders that showed the freckled suntan she had. The shape of her breasts was hidden by her bra which I could see through the dress. I sat opposite her in the booth. We were both a little nervous.

We both ordered coffee and made small talk while we waited. On AMM we had chatted boldly about her enjoying a dominant strong male and how she liked to be spanked – something I had an interest in but not much experience. She was after a D/s relationship. In my final email to her before we met I (half jokingly) told her to wear floral panties. I told her I would check.

So here we were, clearly getting-on, liking one another but not quite sure what comes next.

‘Did you wear the panties I asked for Roz?’, I asked firmly.

Her face changed when she realised this was the point that the games began. ‘Of course’, she said while glancing furtively around to see if anyone heard.

‘I want to see.’

‘I can’t ... here ...’ she said, looking around nervously at the occupants of other tables and the people walking by.

‘It’s OK’, I said. ‘Just spread your knees a little’, I said while pushing them apart with my legs. ‘A little more ... keep going ...that’ll do’.

She sat there with her knees wide apart in a most un-lady like fashion. Her dress still covered her knees, but I had plans.
‘Pull your skirt up, to just above your knees’, on second thoughts, try mid-thigh’. She complied, never taking her eyes off of me.

I ‘clumsily’ pushed my teaspoon off the edge of the table and said, ‘Oops’. As I ducked down to retrieve the spoon, I could see right up her dress to where the crotch of her panties displayed the small coloured flowers I had been hoping for.

‘Very good ... not quite what I had in mind though. Take them off.’

‘Here? b but I can’t’ she stammered’. I could sense the fear in her eyes – fear of being embarrassed but I insisted and tried to calm her fears.

‘It’s OK’. ‘Just lift your bum and slide them down nice and slowly – no one will have a clue except me and you.’

It all happened a bit fast but next thing I knew she was handing me her knickers all balled up in her fist. ‘There’, she said defiantly, ‘all done’, a smile creeping onto her face. There was nothing more for me to do than lean across the table and kiss her gently. ‘Well done, shall we go?’.

We walked out to my car holding hands, she was squeezing me in that ‘I’m-so-excited-about –what’s-coming sort of way’.

We drove in silence and before long we were there – parked in the drive of a non-descript suburban house. She fumbled with her keys as we went in – I’m not sure if it was the nerves but I was getting horny just thinking about her, pantyless and willing to obey.

Given that we hadn’t touched our coffees at the cafe – too preoccupied with each other I guess – she offered me another. I accepted and she turned on the kettle, leant languidly against the edge of the kitchen bench and then hauled herself into a sitting position, legs dangling over the edge. Slowly she parted her knees and started inching her skirt up her thighs keeping her hands between her legs so I couldn’t see her pussy. All of a sudden she lifted the hem and flashed me, with a wicked smile on her face, ‘like what you see?’ she asked mischievously.

‘That’s disgusting’, I yelled back taking her completely by surprise. ‘Get off the bench and stand in the corner ... face the wall’. She obeyed.

I left her there in silence as I walked into the lounge and started re-arranging furniture. Making sure the soft padded lounge chair was directly facing the full length mirror. Anyone bending over the chair would be able to see themselves – and the person behind them.

I went back out to the kitchen, drawn by the whistle of the kettle as it boiled. Roz hadn’t moved.

I poured a coffee and said to her, ‘Go into the lounge and bend over the chair, facing the mirror.’

‘I’ll be there shortly’.

I walked into the lounge room to find Roz draped over the back of the lounge chair. She was a tall woman and leaned easily over the chair with her arms resting on the chair arms so her legs were relaxed. She had her head down, blonde hair dangling down towards the seat and her magnificent bum up in the air. She was still fully dressed.

She didn’t make a noise as I came into the room but as I rested my hand gently on her buttocks she turned her head slightly so she could see me.

‘Do you know why you’re here?, I asked

‘Yes, I shouldn’t have surprised you in the kitchen’. She said softly.

‘It’s a little more than that. … I love the look of your pussy, and you should keep it smooth and hairless at all times from now on’, I said.

‘I like surprises but you should be a little more circumspect about where and when you show yourself. I’ll decide when I want to look, touch and taste your pussy … do you understand that?’

‘Yes’, she said meekly.

‘I’ll also decide when you should bare your yourself in front of other people ‘.

Roz nodded.

‘I want to make sure you really understand and I want to make you understand what can happen if you disobey’, I said.

‘You have a lovely bum and I want to see it now, but I want you to just rest there’.

I walked around behind her and lifted the hem of her dress up over her buttocks, neatly folding the dress in the middle of her back. She was bare underneath and he big white bum was pointing deliciously at me.

Smack!

Without warning I slapped her hard. I don’t think it was the pain, it was probably the surprise and the noise echoing around the room that made her gasp.

‘Quiet’, I said.

Smack! The noise was quite loud – certainly louder than I had expected and you could see the marks my hand had made.

Smack! … pause .. Smack! … pause … Smack!

I could see Roz’s face in the mirror. It was a strange mix of ecstasy and pain. It hurt each time I smacked her but she was also enjoying the game. She was biting her bottom lip to try and avoid groaning.

After each slap I would sooth her with my hand, running circles over the tender area I had just smacked. I reached down and slipped a finger in her pussy. It was very wet and Roz clearly wanted me to fuck her but I wasn’t going to – at least not this time.

Her buttocks were a little red and it was clear she had learned her lesson. All there was left to do was make sure she understood her role in this game.

Smack! … once more for good luck.

I told her to stand and as she did her dress dropped down covering her again.

‘Kneel’, I said and she looked up at me as she did. Her mascara had run a little and she looked quite helpless just kneeling there on the carpet.

I undid my trousers and my cock sprang out – hard and glistening with pre-cum – I too had enjoyed the spanking.

‘Show me how compliant you are’, I said, and she took me in her beautiful mouth …