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Get your own Free Home PageHe lifted her off the bed and carried her to the dining room. She stood while he pulled out a chair and explained, "The bedroom is where I will make love to you as often as I can. It is not a place of punishment so I will never spank you there. I may not be the brightest bulb on the tree but after listening to what you were saying while you masturbated that day, even a dolt like me could figure out you like to be punished. I am going to spank you now and I intend for it to hurt. I will probably also want to spank you tomorrow. Not for any crime but just because I think it's something we both might like but if you ever ask me to stop, either tonight or in the future I will. But that will only mean to stop that spanking. There will be more in the future as long as you want them. Agreed?"
What a stupid question. What kind of girl would want a relationship like that? (Now that's a really stupid question! The girl who was kissing him passionately, that's who.) She did need a little clarification on one or two points. "Does that mean we'll only have sex in the bedroom and spankings here? I find spankings to be somewhat of a turn-on and it's a long way from here to your bed."
He held this jewel close and said, "No, it only means what I said it means. I will never spank you in the bedroom. That is a place where I want to sleep with the woman of my dreams and it is no longer my bed, it's our bed. Even if you never want to see me again you will be in it with me every night."
He had more to say but was interrupted when his mouth was muffled by Karen's lips and probing tongue. When he could finish his answer (actually, he had to pull her away for a minute to get her to listen) he said, "Let me finish little one. Our bed is for love but your bottom is for spanking and so it will be in every room of the house except that one and it is not my intention to ever spank you as a punishment so there will be sex galore wherever we are. There is no place in this house where I cannot and will not want to spank first and then put myself into the my favorite woman. And speaking of that. Look at the state you've gotten me into. Shall we try out the floor here or must I wait?"
Karen wanted to kiss him so bad it hurt but she knew if she did it would end up with her on the floor with the largest and hardest male appendage (including the Sara's big rubber toy which seemed to be tiny in comparison to this gargantuan tool) she ever experienced. Maybe I don't understand. This was a bad thing? Yes, but only in that it would delay the spanking he promised and that was not acceptable.
She slipped from his arms and pushed him down on the chair. She took her handcuffed wrists and held his palm to her lips for many little kisses. "We'll both have to wait. I need to feel this connecting with my rear end. How long we have to wait until that hard monster is embedded in it's happiest receptacle is up to you but don't rush. And don't stop just because I cry. A little slap or two when we're making love is one thing and I hope you don't mind doing that even in the bedroom but a spanking isn't a spanking unless it hurts. I know this isn't because of me putting myself in danger in the hills but because you want to spank me as much as I want you to do it. Use this huge hand and let this, our first spanking together, be one to remember."
He guided her over his lap but the journey was interrupted as she decided to give him on kiss on the part that was soon going to split her in two as if had so wonderfully in their bed. Eventually, he got her into the perfect position and he rubbed her bottom. His hand could almost cover the entire area and she shuddered in anticipation. He swatted and then rubbed gently. Another swat, slightly harder, and more rubbing. In this manner he slowly brought out the sting and then more as the gentle rubbing became squeezing and there would be five or six swats before another rub and tight grip that showed her there is more than just one way to cause discomfort back there. She had never been spanked to such a fever pitch and so lovingly. At last the swats continued without interruption and she gave herself to his punishment completely. Slap after slap echoed in the room but Karen did not hear them. Her attention was focused on the agonizing and wonderfully erotic sensations at her highest, most vulnerable (and happy to be so) and getting bright red rear end.
It was impossible to believe this was really happening. The man of her dreams was in control and she was in heaven. A painful heaven but heaven none the less. When he eventually filled her it was not on the floor but with her bent over the table and him holding her hips to keep them from bouncing into the edge which might hurt his princess. After her third orgasm they finally moved to the carpet so his hand could caress her small (but to him most perfect) breasts and he could share kisses with his lady love while he drove her inch by inch towards the wall with each powerful thrust. Luckily, in the direction they were heading it was a long way to the wall. Karen lost count of her climaxes and he found his with her head a millimeter from hitting the molding.
She was too exhausted to move so her Adonis carried his prize to their bed and once he removed the handcuffs, they each slept peacefully and happily wrapped up in the arms of their true love.
Sunday morning they decided breakfast could wait an hour or more as they attached each other in passionate lovemaking. Don't even bother asking them what they had for breakfast since the spent most of the meal gazing into each other's eyes totally oblivious to anything other than the person across from them. She was wearing his bathrobe and there was room for at least two of her in it. It also provided some insulation between her bare skin and the cold tile floor when desire overcame them and the trip back to their bed would have taken too long.
That was followed by a romantic "I'll rub you and you rub me" shower and some parts were soaped and rinsed and soaped and rinsed many more times than necessary. In addition to the time required to make it from the shower to the bed (about 20 feet) it would cost an inordinate number of milliseconds to turn off the water and open the shower door. And since he had plenty of warm water that could provide a gentle rain while they...
He got dressed but she just put the robe back on and they sat on the sofa and talked for hours. He ordered lunch to be delivered and sent her into the bedroom with a slap on her behind when the doorbell rang. He didn't think anybody but a lady's lover should ever see her when she was less than properly dressed.
After lunch he suggested they go out but she only had the clothes she wore last night so she would put them on and they would go to the apartment where she could change clothes and pack whatever she needed to spend another night and get off to class Monday.
He asked her to stop the process when she was only in her underwear so he could look at her for a while. She was happy to oblige and tried to look very sexy for him. It didn't take much to accomplish that goal and she was successful. For a minute it looked like the underwear wouldn't stay on long but he drew in a deep breath and said he could wait. She wanted to skip the stockings but he convinced her otherwise. Another pause for her little show and then the slip and dress. High heels completed her outfit and they were ready to head out of the door. He said it looked a little silly for her to look absolutely fantastic and be accompanied by a slob in casual clothes so he left her in the living room and when he came out of his (their) room he was wearing a suit. He looked so handsome she couldn't resist kissing him so she did and he did and she did and he did and so on till he said, "You look stunning in that dress. This may seem a little silly but I feel I know you well enough to ask. Would you mind if we stayed here a little while longer. I want to spank you again and I want to do it with you dressed like that. I'll be careful and won't rip anything."
Her knees were too weak to support her and she sat on a nearby chair. This was too much to believe. He was more than perfect. His fantasies matched hers almost as if he could read her mind. This was the very thing she was dreaming about before she woke up and saw him staring at her with the eyes you could get lost in and they made love so sweetly and energetically. What Karen still didn't know was that she talked in her sleep and he was able to pick out the outline of her dream from the fragmented words. He also, like her roommates, chose to keep the source of his satisfying her fantasies a secret.
He closed the drapes so it was fairly dark and turned on the music. He invited her to dance and held her close as they rocked back and forth. He whispered in her ear. "The room is full of people. They are the cream of high society and you have been acting like a bitch all evening. They are glaring daggers at you and I cannot ignore their dissatisfaction with your behavior or my own disappointment in you any longer. I will spank you severely when we get home but if you don't straighten up I will see to your chastisement right here in front of them. Are you going to act a little more sociable?"
She rested her head on her shoulder and answered, "Why should I. They're nothing but a bunch of stuck up snobs and they can all go to hell." He stroked her hair. "These people are important and if you don't treat them with a little respect it will be difficult for me to work with them." She snuggled in a little closer and nibbled on his ear. "That sounds like your problem and not mine." He twirled her around to the music and brought her back into his arms. "No little one, it has just become your problem also." Another romantic twirl and as soon as she was facing him again he sat down in the chair and a quick pull later she was over his lap.
"Please!" she complained, "Don't do this here. This is embarrassing and I'm sure we're attracting attention already." He told her they were and a few of the couples on the dance floor were moving towards them. He added, "You didn't seem to mind that they saw you acting like a spoiled brat so why should you mind if they see how you reap the results of your actions. I would think you would be proud since you've worked so hard to show them how much you deserve this." The huge hand came down hard and her whole body jolted with the first impact as well as the next dozen.
He described the imaginary audience as smiling and although maintaining their quiet reserve were letting him know they totally approved of what they were watching. Karen's character was furious and said, "How dare you do this to me? This is a humiliating position and I demand you let me up."
"Not quite yet my dear, it seems you still have an attitude problem but I an not unmoved by your request. I think I will help part of you up." She felt cool air on her legs as he raised her dress up and over her rear end. "Harry, please!" He calmly answered, "O.K." as he assumed her request was for him to apply a few more swats.
His next description of the audience said they were indicating with their hands that he should lift the slip. She pleaded with him not to do it and promised to be better behaved but he said, "Too late for that. My heavens. What lovely panties. Don't you think so folks? Their nodding their heads but seem to think I should be doing something. Oh, I see. I'm supposed to be spanking you." And that's what he did.
In spite of the fact that he loved her more than life itself, he understood that her crying and pleas for mercy were not to be taken at face value. In truth, he enjoyed spanking her adorable rear end and knew she would be disappointed if he did not give it the punishment she and it craved. But there was entirely too much material between his hand and her bottom. He said, "You are showing these people that you are indeed getting the punishment you've earned and they seem pleased to see your tears as a result of my efforts. I think it would only be appropriate for them to see the real effect this has had up to this point. By that I mean the new color of your skin so the panties will have to go. Besides, I think you agree that a proper spanking should be delivered to a bare bottom. Don't you?"
She was truly into her role and could almost see the people he spoke of as she answered, "Yes, I should be spanked that way but please take me home and do it there. I cannot take any more humiliation."
He sternly responded, "I could understand you reaching the limit of the pain you can endure and might even consider ending your punishment if that were the case. However, your only real objection to me spanking you here is because you're embarrassed. My Dear, that is certainly not sufficient reason for us not to see this through to the end and the end I'm referring to is going to be displayed for all to see. You have a choice, either I remove your panties now or spank you till you agree. You can be sure you'll get the same amount of swats when you're properly attired for your real spanking regardless of whether I have to give you additional motivation now or not. I'm waiting for your answer."
After a moment of reflection on the hopelessness of her situation she quietly said, "I have no choice. Take them off."
He smiled but told her to make that last request louder so everyone could hear. Again her imagination was running wild and although she was only too happy to deliver her unclad rear end into his hands she was humiliated to say the words in anything other than a whisper. A hard swat broke her reverie and looked around the room as she shouted, "I have been an unbearable bitch and need to be punished. I apologize to all of you for the way I acted. My lover has taken me over his knee and it is where I belong but what he has given me so far is not enough to punish me properly. I want him to take my panties off so he can give me the spanking I truly deserve. Harry, please bare my bottom."
Her head fell forward in mortification and tears dripped onto the floor as he slipped the panties over her bottom, down her legs and off her feet. He gave one good swat and told her, "The crowd and believe me it has grown to be quite a large one has moved to one side. I'll move my hand out of the way for a second so they can get a better look. What's that. Why Yes, that is a good idea. They want you to open your legs a bit."
If anything she brought them together even tighter and found her disobedience rewarded with a whole hand swat that covered her entire bottom in a blanket of pain. It only took four more like that and she opened her legs a little. He had to give her solid encouragement ten more times before she had them wide open and was displaying her most intimate charms to these elegant people. Now that she was truly and properly prepared in every sense of the word he began the 'real' spanking. It was long and hard and his massive hand left no area from the rise of her bottom to the middle of her thighs unscathed. The audience may have been imaginary but his swats weren't and she was really crying when he rolled her to the floor.
She curled up in a tiny ball but he ordered her to lay on her back, grab her knees and pull them back to her shoulders with thighs wide open. He (and the audience) stood where they could truly appreciate the view and the president of the bank (who looked a lot like Harry) put himself where he could probe her depths repeatedly. She was told the Mayor was next in line but the one playing the part of the banker was too excited by the entire fantasy they had acted out and wasn't going to give up the playing to field to anyone and really didn't last that long. But for Karen, it was long enough and when he collapsed on top of her she wrapped her legs around him and said, "I love you." He kissed and said, "You just made my life complete, I love you too."
Later, he put on his casual clothes and drove her back to apartment to change. En route, they talked of important things. In the apartment, Harry stayed in the living room and talked with Tom and Pete while Sara and Karen were in their bedroom. Sara wanted to know all about him and the date. Karen was telling her how romantic it was and how he stripped her and made love so tenderly and wonderfully. About then Sara noticed what Karen was doing. She said, "That seems to be a lot of clothes for someone who's only going to spend one more night with him. You're not coming back, are you?"
Karen stopped packing and ran to hug her soon to be ex-roommate. She said, "I don't know. He asked me to live with him but it's kind of a big step to decide after just one wonderful date so we're going to try it for a week. Then we'll see. If it works out I'll pick up the rest of my stuff next weekend." Sara hugged her and asked, "Is this the real thing?" Karen sighed and said, "If is isn't I don't know what love is. He's all my dreams come true."
Another hug and Sara pondered, "What about your need to be spanked? How are you going to handle that or has that been forgotten?" Karen giggled, "No, it hasn't been forgotten and if the spanking he gave me last night and the one I got this afternoon is any indication it won't be neglected in the least."
Sara's eyes grew wide. "You mean he's already done that?" Karen nodded and responded, "He's not only done it but did it wonderfully. His hands are huge and he can really use them to swat me and let me tell you, after the spanking his hands aren't the only thing that's huge. I'm going to wear the blue dress tomorrow night and once he sees me sit down I don't think I'll have any trouble showing him how I can pull up the hem in the rear for another one of his wonderful spankings." Another girlish giggle from both of them and Sara gave Karen her blessing. "I'm so happy for you. I really hope everything works out but I'm going to miss you." Karen almost had tears in her eyes (Sara already did) and said she would miss all of them but especially her.
She made the announcement of her departure to the boys but Harry had already explained the one week trial run to them so they had gotten over the surprise but there were lots of hugs and quite a few teary eyes when she left.
The next weekend the rest of Karen's belongings were loaded into his car and to be fair she paid (with a little loan from her long lost soul mate) her share of the rent for the rest of the semester.
Our story could end here but there are a few more small incidents to relate.
The first was when Karen met Sara in a clothes store. They chatted for a while and Karen noticed Sara buying some tank tops. She remarked that they were like the ones she used to wear as their maid and Sara gave a crooked smile. "There's a reason for that. You got them in the habit of having a toy around the apartment and guess who took your place?" Karen looked shocked. Strong independent Sara as a submissive slave. It was very hard to believe. Karen asked, "How about Saturday mornings?" Sara nodded as an answer and amplified, "They cut the cards and I scream into the gag. I'm getting used to it I guess but sometimes I sure miss you, especially Saturday mornings. But enough about me. Tell me. Are you and Harry still happy and does he still spank you?" Karen smiled and had the faraway look of someone deeply in love. "A big Yes to the first question. In fact, he asked me to marry him last night and I said I would. I was going to call you today and ask if you'd be my bridesmaid. Will you?" A big hug and it was settled but what about the second part of her question? A suddenly shy Karen blushed and whispered, "Just about every night. Sometimes just a few swats and sometimes a whole lot more and I couldn't be happier. We've even tried the trick you taught me but he's so big we're taking it slow and easy. But I've got to run. I'm meeting him for lunch. Give the boys my love."
The second incident begins at the wedding reception. There was one present with a tag that read, "Do not open in public." That night in the honeymoon suite he romantically removed her wedding dress in the same manner as he stripped her on their first night together and they made love for hours. It wasn't till late the next morning when they finally woke up that they opened the mysterious present to find a duplicate of the paddle Karen had spent so much time with and this one was engraved.
To Karen and Harry with all our love.
Use liberally but only when wanted by both of you.
Sara, Tom and Pete
He asked if she wanted to and she said, "Yes!" Their love for each other was all the restraints she needed to stay in position and she buried her face into the pillow to muffle the cries she could not control during the long, long session. The sex that followed was hard and fast and exhausting.
In all the ways that mattered, now their love was complete and they lived happily ever after.
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