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Get your own Free Home PageHe was a fortunate man. Things just seemed to fall into his lap. He had a respectable position in his firm but it was not through any extra effort on his part, it was just luck. The nice house he lived in on the outskirts of town was bequeathed to him as were the financial instruments that allowed him to live very comfortably. Fate had been kind to him but for one thing, female companionship.
Under his self-assured exterior was a shy little boy who shunned challenges and broke into a sweat at the mere thought of asking a woman on a date. He never outgrew his pubescent fear of rejection and therefore, could not bring himself to risk what little self-confidence he had. A woman turning him down would destroy him.
So he lived his solitary life in his big house with no close neighbors (either in physical proximity or friendly relationship). But he was not alone. There were the demons. He could let them out in his fantasies. First with the assistance of reading material garnered from adult bookstores in distant cities, mail order and computer sites. Soon his imaginary world expanded to include various pieces of equipment that he could hold in his hand and then, curiously enough, in modifications to the house itself. Although not particularly skilled in carpentry he did a creditable job. He could now sit in his secret room, look at the things hanging on the wall and his mind's eye would complete the picture. He and the demons were satisfied.
That all changed when he saw the woman.
She, like him, was a shy creature, pleasant enough but not gregarious. She was most uncomfortable with small talk and avoided company parties and outings where she felt she had to be charming and entertaining, two things she was sure she was not capable of. Her physical attributes were acceptable but she took no pains to accentuate or enhance them. As far as sexual experience went, she was miles beyond the man if you consider that he was still in the starting blocks. Unlike him, she was not a virgin but her loss of that status had been an unpleasant occurrence and was the only time she was with any man. Which is not to say she gave up on sex entirely. Her fantasy life was as exciting as anyone's although her solitary expeditions to orgasm, while satisfying, were lacking something.
How he saw her is easy to understand since they worked in the same large office building and probably shared the same elevator on numerous occasions. The "why" of her attracting his interest is a bit more complex. He came into contact with many women but there was an indescribable air about this one that set her apart. It certainly wasn't anything she did consciously, drawing attention to herself was the last thing on her mind as she dressed for work. Perhaps it was that very lack of concern for her appearance or the way she stayed silent in the short conversations that sometimes happen on elevators or sat alone in the cafeteria. It may have been the demons who saw her first but whatever the reason, hers was the face and body he saw in his special room.
In what was probably the first time in his life that he did any hard work, he developed a plan and took the time to do the necessary research. Time and time again he went over every detail until it was perfect.
He found out what he could about her and observed her movements. A less kind way of describing it would be to say he was stalking her. She was a creature of habit so he knew where she parked her car. It was in the same place every day and was in a very remote part of the garage. He didn't want to attract attention by parking close but he chose a place nearby so he could get there first and wait. Then he would time his arrival at the elevator to match hers. He wanted to talk to her but it was important that she not hear his voice. Besides, they were never alone and he couldn't take the chance of anyone even thinking they knew each other.
She lived alone in a small apartment and rarely went out at night. He found out what kind of lock was on her door and bought one exactly like it. A web site gave him the basic information and after obtaining the proper tools he spent hours practicing until he could pick it open in less than a minute. The odd thing was that he spent less time in the little room. He had a new obsession but the old demons were never far away.
The one excursion from her safe apartment he could count on was her Wednesday night book club meeting at the library. He took advantage of that to explore the inside of her place. He wasn't sure what he would find but there was a deep exhilaration in him as he opened closets and drawers. He was very careful not to disturb anything but he couldn't resist taking a piece of her underwear. He knew how long her book club meetings usually lasted and he gave himself a half hour cushion so he didn't get to poke his nose everywhere. It is unfortunate that his self-imposed time limit precluded his opening the one drawer that he should've looked into.
Back at his house he took the dainty treasure into the room in his basement and spent the rest of the night with his old friends.
His patience finally paid off. He overheard her telling a coworker that she was going to work late that night and take the next day off to do some shopping. He almost jumped for joy. He invented some excuse why he would not be at his job the next day, moved his car next to hers, got out the supplies he had purchased months earlier and waited.
As he hoped, the parking area was completely deserted when she appeared. As she bent to open her car he made his move. She never heard him and after a brief struggle she succumbed to the chemical in the cloth he held over her face. In a flash he put her into his vehicle and with his heart pounding, he drove his precious cargo to his house. He carried her to the secret room, put her on the bed and sat back to watch.
When she awoke she was obviously disoriented. She was in a bed but not her own. Her concern rose when she realized that her hand was wrapped in a leather cuff. A chain ran from that to the bedstead where a padlock ensured that she was not going anywhere.
There was a small moment of relief as she took inventory of her clothing and discovered that she was still wearing everything. A part of her was half expecting to be nude.
Then she looked around the room. The first things she saw were hanging on the wall next to her. She shivered as saw a collection of cuffs similar to the one on her wrist. There was also a number of other items including small whips, paddles and leather straps obviously designed for one purpose. As she stared at them her free hand unconsciously moved to rub the part of her most likely to suffer the effects of those things.
"I wasn't going to use all of them on you. Just a few of them."
She jumped at the sound and looked toward the source. She saw a man sitting on a chair and her first response was uncontrollable fear. He was a frightening sight. He was not exceptionally large but the ski mask he was wearing made him like evil personified.
He seemed to understand and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you and you really don't need to be afraid of me. I'm not going to do anything and ."
He seemed to deflate as he spoke and her mind was working a mile a minute. The mask to hide his face gave her hope. If he intended to kill her he wouldn't be concerned about her recognizing him. And he certainly wasn't acting anything like a vicious rapist. He seemed even more scared than she was.
Her emotions moved from fear to a brief spell of disappointment and then to inexplicable concern for the poor soul who held her captive. She said, "What did you mean? You said you were going to use those things on me but it now it sounds like you're not. Which is it and why did you kidnap me?"
In truth, the demons who prodded him to this point had fled in the face of reality and he was left alone and unable to complete his plan. He hung his head. "As I said, I'm not going to do anything to you. I don't know what came over me. I have been watching you for months and even broke into your apartment. I wanted to bring you here and, um, and do things to you. But I can't now. I'm sorry, I hope I didn't hurt you when I, um, well, I just hope I didn't hurt you. I'll take you back to your car."
She nodded and gave him some advice. "You should probably knock me out again so I won't know who you are or where you live."
He shook his head and replied, "You're right. I was planning to do that after, um, afterwards but I'd prefer not to. Maybe I could just put a blindfold on you if you promise not to take it off until after I've driven out of the garage."
She smiled. "That sounds fair to me."
As he approached to free her she asked, "Why did you break into my apartment. You didn't take anything, not that there was anything worth stealing. So what were you looking for?"
He stopped and looked at her. "I just wanted to know everything about you. I only looked around, you know, your closets and a few drawers. You really shouldn't keep your bills in a pile like that, you're liable to lose one and have to pay a penalty."
She admitted, "I know. I should be more organized." Then she blushed as she shyly asked, "And what did you think of my books? Are they what convinced you to bring me here?"
He shrugged and said, "You mean the ones on your shelf? I could see who your favorite author was but I've read a few of his books and found them unsatisfying. His courtroom scenes are unrealistic. Why do you ask?"
She seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and said, "Nothing, I was just curious."
After a brief silence he reached into his pocket and pulled out the absconded item. He said, "Actually, I have to admit that I did take something. Here."
She couldn't help herself. She laughed at seeing him holding a pair of her panties and gently mocked him, "I've heard about guys like you but don't you usually take a pair I've just been wearing?"
His face was hidden but it was obvious he was now the one blushing as he defended his honor. "I'm not like that. I just wanted something that was close to you."
She smiled and looked at the items on the wall. "I know what those things are and what they're used for. Is that why you chose my panties? Did you imagine pulling them down or taking them off completely before spanking me?"
He was astonished. Here was a woman openly talking about something like that and the teasing tone she used when she first mentioned the panties was gone. It sounded like a real question and he felt compelled to answer. In fact, although he was inadvertently sharing his most intimate thoughts he felt safe in telling her his fantasy. "Actually, both. First I was going to take you over my lap and slowly pull them down. I wanted to feel you shudder in anticipation. Knowing you were going to get spanked but unable to stop it. The first spanking would be with my hand and I wasn't going to stop until your bottom was bright red. Then I was going to make you stand up and take everything off before I gave you a real spanking with one of those things. Over the last few months I've debated which one to use but finally decided on the strap."
Her eyes were wide as she said, "Were you going to take me over you knees again or make me bend over something so you could get a better swing?"
For an answer he pointed to an object near the chair. It took her only a few seconds to see that it was sturdily built and the straps attached to it would hold her in an extremely vulnerable position. She would be defenseless as the strap (or whatever else he decided on) attacked her raised bottom as long and hard as he wanted.
She was taking deeper breaths and asked him to hurry up and open the lock on her chain. As soon as he did she jumped up and was next to the thing. He was saying something about getting a blindfold so he could take her back but she was ignoring him. Her focus was on the device in front of her and she put herself on it.
It was a sight he had only imagined but better. Much, much better. He knew he should stop before things got out of hand but pride in his handiwork got the better of him. He pointed out that the straps were padded so her wrists and ankles wouldn't get chafed and was especially pleased with the way he had upholstered it. It was well padded and had a soft cloth covering. He talked about how he considered leather but it would be cold against her skin. He wanted her to be as comfortable as possible.
She laughed and added, "Thank you, but not all of me will appreciate those amenities. I imagine my rear end is going to get most of my attention and yours. What were you saying before?"
He had to work at getting his mind back on the "right thing to do" and repeated that they should be leaving.
She looked down. "When I was a teenager I got into trouble. No, not that kind of trouble; I wasn't pregnant or anything like that. Some friends and I sort of borrowed a car from a mall parking lot and went for a joy-ride. To make a long story short we got caught and my father didn't bail me out until the next morning. He thought a night in jail would scare the hell out of me and he was right. I never did anything like that again. When he finally took me home I assured him I learned my lesson but that wasn't good enough. The night in jail was just a lesson but did not qualify as punishment. I knew what he meant and I pleaded for him not to spank me but he was adamant. It was the last spanking he gave me but it was one to remember. I couldn't sit down comfortably for quite a while. The point is, even if I had to suffer consequences for doing something stupid it wasn't over until I had been punished."
He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He said, "I don't understand your point. What's that got to do with me?"
She took a deep breath. "I know I shouldn't park so far away from the guard in the parking lot but I didn't want anyone to put a dent in my car. I was well aware of the dangers of leaving myself open to any passing rapist but I ignored them. I'm grateful it was you who kidnapped me it but could've been a lot worse. I've learned a valuable lesson about my personal safety but I haven't been punished for it."
The truth was dawning on him. He had a hunch what kind of books she was referring to earlier. She must've had them hidden someplace he overlooked. Nevertheless, he knew exactly what the point of her story was and what he had to do. More importantly, what they both wanted him to do.
He held her arm and led her to the chair. As he settled himself into the chair she was wringing her hands and looking every bit like a young woman about to get a just punishment. The only thing that spoiled(?) that perfect image was the shy smile and eyes sparkling in anticipation. When he reached for her hand she was already on her way across his lap. He lifted her dress and as the panties started their journey he felt a delightful shudder just as he expected but there was a subtle difference. It was not from a person trembling in fear but her quiver of excitement that matched his own. The sight under his gaze was intoxicating but not nearly as much as her next statement. "You won't forget to put me on that thing and punish me with the strap, will you?"
He smiled and said, "Don't worry, you are going to know you've been well punished when I'm through with you."
She looked up at him and returned his smile. "Thank you. I have a feeling you're going to give me exactly what I need but I have a small request?"
He was rubbing his hand over her naked bottom and said, "Go ahead?"
She purred, "I won't want to sit on anything for a while so could we wait until morning before you take me back to my car?"
His mind was reeling from pure joy and he answered, "That's a deal but I should warn you. You're going to be nude for the second spanking and I might not let you get dressed until we're ready to leave. It's possible I'll turn into a vicious rapist after all."
Her smile broadened. "It won't be rape."
He pulled the ski mask off and she said, "I knew it was you. Or at least I was hoping it was. I've seen you in the elevator a lot lately and knew you were looking at me. I thought you were building up the courage to ask me out but I never expected anything as nice as this. I'm ready now."
So was he.
As promised, in a little while her bottom was a delightful shade of red as she slowly and provocatively removed her clothes. At first he could only stare at the vision of loveliness before him and once they were both satisfied that she was firmly attached and ready for the strap he kissed her. She returned the embrace enthusiastically and after the strapping (which wasn't as hard or as long as he originally planned) she joyfully help him say farewell to his virginity.
The demons never returned but she did. Quite often in fact. And as I said, he was a fortunate man.
Life is good.
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