She didn’t know why she’d left the bar with him, nor why she had agreed to get in his car; however, most of all, she didn’t know why she was now standing in his living room, watching him pour a glass of wine for her.
“You’re beautiful,” he said, and handed her the glass of red wine. He brushed the back of his hand lightly across her cheek, admiring her, once she took the drink. She couldn’t help but smile and began to thank him for the compliment, but he cross her lips with a finger to silence her. “Don’t speak…” he whispered, leaning close to her.
He was so close…she could smell the wine coming from his breath. His finger fell from her lips, running his hand along her jaw, cupping it. Her eyes fell closed as he kissed her, quite gently. She found herself wrapping her free arm about his neck, leaning closer to him as their kiss became more passionate.
Meanwhile, his hands caressed her voluptuous form, squeezing the cheeks of her rear. He finally pulled away, only to set her wine down before it spilt, and then their intimacy continued.
He ran his fingers through her thick, dark hair, as her arms both rested about his shoulders. Neither of them noticed the switching of songs on the stereo, and neither of them cared. She was lost in a moment of bliss, until he finally pulled away completely, once again seeming to admire her.
“Yes…very beautiful…” he said, but it sounded as though he spoke to himself, rather than her. He backed away, taking a sip of his own wine, watching her. She made to take a sip of hers, but his hand came up stopping her. “Stay,” he said in his knee-weakening and demanding tone. She willingly obliged.
She fumbled with the hem of her silken crimson top, and bit her lower lip. He simply watched her, enjoying his wine. He could see through her blouse how taut her nipples were, and he smiled to himself. She knew, too, that he could see them. Nervous, she swallowed, and again began to speak.
“Silence,” he said firmly, and her ruby lips closed instantly and without hesitation. He rubbed his chin, setting the wine down, and again appraising her. “Remove your top.” She stared at him a moment. He had seemed…so decent…and he was asking her to remove her top, on their first unofficial date? “Remove the top, now,” he said again, in that same demanding, yet irresistible tone.
She found her delicate hands unbuttoning her blouse for him, but her gaze was glued on his. He took a step forward, after she had unbuttoned all the buttons, and motioned for her to continue. She did, and the blouse slid from her shoulders to the floor, revealing a lacey black bra. He looked her over, from her black high heels, to her black skirt, and finally to her breasts. Another light brush of his hand made contact with her cheek. “Now take off the bra.”
She hesitated more, clearly not wanting to remove her coverings. Yet, she had removed her blouse…and it was hard for her to ignore the wetness of her sex, and the tightness of her nipples. She was certainly enjoying this.
“I won’t tell you again, Kaitlyn.” She hesitated once more, before her hands finally slipped up behind her back, and unhooked the bra. It fell elegantly over her shoulders, finally revealing her breasts, and dropping to the floor. She felt so vulnerable! And so spontaneous! She had never before done anything this exciting. And that’s what it was – exciting.
“Lovely,” he said with a smile, now staring at her gifted breasts. She blushed, and slid her arms up to cover them. “No.” It was one word, but it had stopped her instantly. “Never try to hide your beauty when you’re with me,” he said it as though he was scolding her, and she liked it.
Once more, he moved close to her, and his hands began to explore her breasts. He leaned in for another kiss, which she complied with, taking his wild tongue into her mouth. Her eyes closed again, but shot open when he pinched one of her nipples. She let out a small yelp, and attempted to back away. He held her upper arms, keeping her in place. “No,” he said in his dominating tone.
“It hurt,” she began, and yet again he shushed her. He did not return his lips to hers, but instead left her. “Stay,” he said over his shoulder as he went into the kitchen. He shortly returned, with a kitchen chair, set it down and took a seat. “Come here,” he ordered, and once more, she complied. She stopped in front of him. “Lay across my lap.”
It was a simple demand, in general, but again she hesitated. She was entirely unsure. “Now, Kaitlyn,” he commanded. She awkwardly moved to his side and bent over to lay across his upper thighs. He took it from there, positioning her just as he wanted her. “Hold onto the legs.” And she did so, helping to keep herself balanced. She still didn’t know why she was doing this…
His hand crawled up her legs, eventually moving across her upper thighs, and venturing under her skirt. Once his hand had reached her rear, he seemed to brighten, and flipped her skirt up over her rump. She wore no panties.
“You have a beautiful ass,” he commented. She blushed, and considered replying to him. Her inner thoughts were thrown into chaos as a loud “slap” sounded through the room, and stinging pain filled her rear. A yelp had escaped her, and she jerked. “Be still,” he said calmly. Another hard smack was felt across her other cheek, bringing another cry. And yet, she was still lying across his lap.
Two more slaps were given upon either cheek. “You redden nicely,” he commented. “Beautiful…” Another smack came. She tried her best to hold still for him. She decided there would be no way for her to get up had she wanted to. His free hand was set across her upper back, holding her down. She gasped as it found its way to her breast, pinching it. Smack. Smack. They were hard swats, and yet, she must have enjoyed them. She was wetter than she had been, she could feel it.
He kept on smacking that rear of hers, watching it jiggle slightly with every blow. And every time she tried harder to remain still. Once, she had jerked upwards, even against his hold, and his hand ran through her hair. He grabbed a handful of it and yanked her back down. “Don’t move,” he said harshly. And she didn’t, until he landed another slap upon her cheeks. She couldn’t help it, yet he seemed almost annoyed…
“Until you can learn not to move, you will continue to get a spanking,” he explained, and continued on with another slap. She’d not done well on that one. Her new goal was to achieve what he wanted her to.
By the time he was satisfied with her unmoving body, her cheeks were a bright red, and they stung. He rubbed them gently, well aware of how they must feel, and then lightly dropped her skirt back over her rear.
“Get up,” and his tone was gentler. She slid off his lap, and stood, really feeling the sting as she flexed the muscles. She was so wet…dripping…She would have never thought that would have ever happened. Arousal from being spanked! She loved it.
“You did well,” and he stood as well, handing her wine to her as he got his own. They both took a sip, with a nod of his head. Again he sat his down, and held her closely, rubbing those cheeks of her very lightly. She cringed only slightly, but smiled.
They began to kiss once more, and she managed to set her wine down somewhere during that time. She ended up spending the night, and receiving a few more sessions of spanking, which she loved. It was the best time she had ever had with a partner.
