0 comments/ 16727 views/ 1 favorites Ask and You Shall Receive By: moonlite desire She was dreaming of the Man of her Dreams. Someone that would be debonair, sophisticated, interested in the Arts. One that was confident in who he was, what he wanted, and how to go about getting it. She saw his build, heard the sound of his voice echoing in her mind, making her insides quiver with a delicious excitement. The dream was so strong that she could almost feel the wetness that she imagined pooling between her thighs. Aching, she shifted in her bed, moaning with an intense need that was all consuming. She parted her thighs and started to pet the glistening portal to her womanhood, all the while envisioning her ideal. "Hmmm, 6 feet 3, 210-220 pounds, brunette, dark blue eyes", she said, talking aloud as her mind formed the picture of the 'perfect guy' while she slept. " Muscular, but not too, and a deep voice that rumbles almost", she continued, smiling as the picture became clearer. Little by little she named off certain detailed qualities, until he stood before her. He smiled at her, and she screamed, as she realized that the man in her dreams was her next door neighbor Joshua! "Oh my god!", she said loudly. "No, it can't be!" Jumping out of the bed, the shadowy moonlight silhouetted her full figured frame through her pale blue silk jammies. Pacing back and forth, she ran her hands agitatedly through her hair, talking to the open air as she voiced her thoughts out loud. Unbeknownst to her, the object of her fanciful musings had heard her scream, and had picklocked his way into her apartment when he heard her scream. Noting that there was nothing actually amiss and figuring Jessie had had just another bad dream as she was prone to do lately, Josh was going to leave when he heard her talking to no one in particular. Curious now, he moved closer to Jessie's room, thankful that her door was open. Being able to have the sound of her voice not muffled, it wasn't long before he was able to hear what she was saying. "No, my perfect man can't be Josh, not him . Oh geez that's just great, having an erotic hot dream about your next door neighbor, Jess. That's just great!. Whaddya gonna do? Just go up to the guy and say' Hi , Josh, how's it going? Can I jump your bones? ' Oh yeah he would think I have totally lost it then, and would try to check me into the psych ward immediately! " Josh had to smile and refrain from laughing when he heard Jessie was losing sleep over him. While she wasn't exactly thin, she made him laugh, she was smart and her eyes sparkled when she was happy. Something had dimmed that brightness lately. She had started to have those nightmares that made dark circles appear under her eyes, so it was funny and a relief to find out that she was thinking about him. His smile faded, though when he thought of her saying she wanted to have sex with him. As soon as the thought crossed his mind, Josh felt a sudden tightness in his jeans, a restlessness filling him, goading him to take some sort of action. Josh rubbed his crotch, shifting uncomfortably as he continued to listen to Jessie mention aloud some of her fantasies with him, and what she was dreaming he would do. His limits of restraint pushed, reached, and exceeded, Josh moved before he realized, moved by Jessie's fervent speech, and driven by his biological urge to jerk her up against him and rip off her flimsy silk coverings. Dammit, she was in his thoughts more and more, Josh thought. Hungry to smell her scent once again, he decided to risk getting thrown in jail, in favor of fulfilling some of Jessie's fantasies. After all, she as much admitted that she wanted him to do these things to her, so why not be man enough to oblige her? He planned to make sure that she went to sleep a very satisfied woman. Josh walked quietly behind Jessie, all his senses zeroed in on her. She triggered every Primal male instinct in him. All he wanted to do was claim the woman, take her to bed, Tie her up until she listened to reason. The more Josh thought about it, the more that idea appealed to him. Jessie was a headstrong woman, but he saw the tender heart that lay beneath. With him, whether she realized it or not, Jessie was more relaxed with him; the tightness around her mouth and eyes relaxed, and she smiled more often in his presence. Josh smiled, happy that he was able to do that for Jessie. Now, it was time to do something else for her – help that stubborn next door neighbor of his that was clad so sexily in those silk pajamas that he was the man she needed. When he thought of some of the men he saw Jessie go out on dates or business dinners with, he snarled with jealousy, with frustration, and with a need that was getting harder to hide from her. There was one thought that started to repeat in his being like a mantra : Jessie was his, and his alone! Josh felt the caveman in him awaken as the veneer of civilization fall away as he watched Jessie pace, his eyes roving over the outline of her body beneath the thin silk material. He had waited a long time to let his friend and neighbor know of his desire for her, but Had held back for fear of being laughed at. Not tonight. No more. He had heard himself Jessie say that she dreamed of him, that she wanted his hands on her body. That had Settled many questions in his mind. Tonight, this woman would be his. He would show her a good loving , so that she wouldn’t want anybody else. Jessie stopped her pacing, wiping away a tear that slid down her cheek. It shocked her to Wake up from a fog, seeing that she was fooling herself, telling herself that she might be happy with this man or that one. She tried to recall the face of the man she had gone out with last night. What was his name? Dave, yes Dave was his name. As hard as Jessie tried to bring up in her mind what Dave looked like, she couldn’t remember a single detail. He was a handsome guy, she should be able to remember what he looked like. After all, It was just last night that she went out with the guy! Despite her efforts, Jessie couldn’t See his face; Josh kept interfering, as his features embedded in her being. Placing her hands over her eyes, she bent over, as if in pain. God, was she to have no privacy at all? She hurt, and ached in all sorts of places. All she seemed to think about lately was him; she was beginning to compare her dates to that man. Angry with her lack of self control, angry with him, she grabbed a pillow off of her chair and threw it across her room. “ ARRRRRGH! “ , she growled, frustrated with the way things were going in her life. “ Damn you Josh “, Jessie said with passion, “ and damn me too “ , she continued in a more subdued tone, tired physically, and in her soul. She went to her dresser, placing her hands on it, bowing her head. The urge to cry was so strong, but the tears wouldn’t come. Strong hands started to rub her neck and shoulders. Shocked, Jessie gasped and looked in the mirror, her face draining of color when she saw Josh. Color quickly came back as anger replaced shock and embarrassment of seeing the object of her musings here in her room so late at night. “What do you think you are doing, Josh?” “Massaging your shoulders, I would have thought”, he replied wryly. Jessie was hard pressed not to laugh; this was a serious moment, and she had to convey that to him. She bowed her head, trying to arm herself against his humor. Josh saw that brief glimpse Of laughter in Jessie’s eyes before lowering her head, and it made him smile and gloat With male satisfaction. No, she wasn’t immune to him, wasn’t really angry with him, but with herself. He lowered his lips to her neck, licking his tongue on her skin, tantalized by her taste and smell, by the feel of her. She turned in his arms quickly, and swung her arm to slap his face. He caught her hand effortlessly, and with his hand on her wrist, put Jessie’s arm behind her back, his face contorted in a snarl as his blue eyes glittered such as Jessie had never seen before. Who was this man before her? Where was the easygoing Josh? “ He is still here, Jess, but right now, I feel anything but easygoing.” Her eyes widened at that remark. “ Yes, you spoke your thought aloud once more, as you have been doing for the last 30 minutes or so.” “Why you”, she started to rant, but Josh cut her off, his eyes undressing her, staring hard into her eyes, and she realized there was no hiding from this person. Startled and a little scared she was, but she was also excited too, as it hit her that she affected him. “Why me? I will tell you why, oh dear lady. I have heard almost everything that you have said since I heard you scream. I let myself in. Really do need a stronger lock by the way. Never know who might come in and ravish you.” He watched his words sink in, loving the blush that appeared as she replayed all that she had said, thinking she was alone. “Jess, I am going to be blunt because it seems that it is what you need. I want you too, woman. I heard you talking about me, and all these delicious things you wanted me to do to you, with you.” He made her look at him when she would have looked away, and continued in a determined, husky voice. “Jess, if you think I am gonna let you keep going out with those guys when the one you want and need is right before you, think again. Get that shocked affronted look of your face right now!” he commanded. Josh’s eyes bored into hers, and she had no doubt he was serious. Before she could form any reply, he robbed her of all ability to think. He spun her around and made her look in the mirror, made her look at them together, and declared that they would indeed be together that night, for many nights. In bed, in the kitchen, in a movie theater and in may other ways. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he laid a hand possessively on her hip, his fingers sliding under her jammie shorts, pushing downward. Jesse could only watch, not able to speak. She tried to stay his hand when He began to push the other side of her shorts down, but he would have none of it. He was stronger, and she knew that she wouldn’t win this contest. She dropped her hand and watch in the mirror, as he pushed her shorts off and told her to step out. She did so, and he brought he back up against his chest. He watched her watch them, his hands beginning to work on the buttons of her silk pajama shirt. He loved the contrast of her pale skin against the dark color. One by one the buttons came undone. Jessie was mesmerized as she listened to Josh’s voice, as he told her that tonight he was going to start making some of her fantasies come true. “Tonight you will become my woman, Jess. Mine, and no one else’s. Tonight I heard your true thoughts, and they echo my own. The only time you are happy is when you are with me and you know it. I have been patient enough with you. There will be no running from me. I am not letting you walk – or in your case run- from me, from us. I will brook no argument from you, woman, so you better not say anything to me, unless it is to say my name in ecstasy. Jessie was moved, and thrilled, however secretly, by his declaration. Josh put his hand in her hair and pulled back, covering her mouth with his. His arm tightened around her waist when she struggled, and started to explore her body with his hand. He played with her navel, smiling inside when he felt her tremble in his arms. She would be trembling even more before much longer. His palm settled on her mound, holding her still as his fingers slid between her labia. His tongue slid between Jessie’s lips and his fingers pressed deeper between her other lips. When Josh found the wetness that met his fingers, he growled and moved his mouth to her neck, biting her skin, laving circles with his tongue. Whispering in her ear, Josh told Jessie that she felt delicious, that he could smell her arousal. making her breathing increase with anticipation. He increased the pressure of his fingers inside her pussy, biting her earlobe, telling her that he would love to feel her wet his fingers even more, that he was going to taste her wetness. The thought of Joshua’s mouth on her, tasting her pussy and licking , sucking- it was more than she could bear. With a loud cry and a great shudder, her body shuddered and she came, feeling a release from her deepest region, the release of her soul. As she continued to come, Jessie found herself leaning more heavily against Josh as her legs became weak. Josh turned her to face him, kissing her hard once more, the bulge in his pants more pronounced. Jessie shivered at the possession she saw in Josh’s eyes, unaware that her eyes lit up as she looked at him. Josh noticed, though, and the beast within him started to settle a little, as he realized That she had truly given herself to him. Now, it just needed to be cemented with the physical joining Of their bodies. He placed her on top of her dresser, standing between her thighs. “Open up for me, baby”, Josh roughly commanded, desire riding him hard. She complied, still dazed from the orgasm that was riding her. As if in a dream, she watched as josh got down on his knees, and started to insert a finger, then two, inside of her. Moaning, she shifted, and heard Josh telling her to be still, that he was going to give her pleasure, to trust him. “You are mine, Jessie, and I take good care of what is mine.” He then continued to diligently bring her higher to pleasure as he placed his mouth on her clit, flicking his tongue in and out of her wet portal, tugging his teeth gently on her clit. Using Jessie’s cum to wet his fingers, Josh slid one of his hands to her ass, and used her own juices to lubricate the hole, slowly sliding a finger inside. He soothed her as she tensed, letting her get accustomed to just having his finger in there. “Jess. Baby. I am going to make sure that there will not be any part of you untouched by me. I will not hurt you, but you will Be having my fingers in your ass. I will be coming in your body from behind. Not tonight, but soon. You are mine from this night on. Remember that. You will not hide anything from me Jessie. I want to have all of you, to feel all of you, to taste all of you. Starting tonight, you will be sleeping With me, my arms around you. Get used to it, Jess. You admitted tonight how you feel about me, And I have reached my limit.” Shaken, Jessie came as she felt Joshua’s finger in her ass petting, as his tongue and fingers claimed her pussy. Bombarded by sensations, she felt herself explode, hearing Josh’s voice to keep cumming and let go, to give herself totally to him. She was picked up quickly, held securely in strong arms, and placed on the bed. Her thighs were opened wide and her knees were bent. Josh inserted two fingers backing her pussy again, with a finger in her ass. Then he inserted a third finger, and not too long after, he inserted a fourth. Jessie felt herself being stretched. It should have hurt but it didn’t. Driven by the pleasure Josh had created, she grabbed his wrist, asking for more. Smiling, he did so, sliding his whole hand within her body, feeling Jessie’s body taking him, and encircling him. He kissed her deeply and whispered Sexily in her ear to move against his hand. He praised her when she obeyed, telling her that he Would make sure she always felt she belonged to him, with him. He whispered that he was mastering her body, that she would miss him when he wasn’t touching her, when he wasn’t inside her like he was now. He whispered that her body was going to respond to him with just a few words, that she would cum for him whenever he wanted. He told her how beautiful she was, and that he wished her to be unhampered by any clothing whatsoever when they were in the house. Jessie turned her eyes to Josh’s, asking with her eyes if she heard right. “ Yes, baby. I said that You will not hide from me, remember? That includes hiding your body – MY body – from my view. You are mine, and I like to look at that which is mine, Jess. You will feel no self consciousness with me. I will touch you whenever I want, and I promise you will like it. In fact I promise you that you will want more.” Slowly, Josh inserted a second finger into her ass. At her gasp of surprise, Josh assured her that soon he would slide his cock inside that hole, that she would like him inside her that way. That she would crave it. He said that yes, he heard her saying that she wanted him that way, that he had been wanting to feel her from behind for awhile now. “ This night, many truths were known to me, Jessie. You want me, have fantasies about me. There will be no regrets, no turning back. I know some things frighten you, and I will go slowly with some of them, but make no mistake, they will not remain fantasies. I am going to take you many ways, many times. I will take you anywhere in the home that I want, and your body will accept me, will be wet for me. You will cum for me, and feel pleasure under my care. Let your walls down Jess, and be yourself. Explore your sensuality, and know that You will be taken care of always.” Josh then slid his hand out of her pussy, noting that her hips rose up to his hand, smiling to himself. Yes, it was time. He placed himself before her, settling between her thighs, and thrust his shaft deep into her, withdrawing, and thrusting again, hearing drums in his head. This woman was made for him, and he would not let her go. Ever. He would teach her what pleased him, what he wished from her. He would train her body to be ready for his attentions anywhere in the house. There would not be a room that would not be used to make wild passionate love. Pushing deeper and harder into her, pumping faster, Josh felt Jessie on the brink of her orgasm. “Say it Jess. Say it now! Who do you belong to?” “Oh god!”, she cried in frustration, not wanting to talk. “Say it baby, say it now, or else you won’t be able to cum. Do you understand?? Your body is mine, Jess. You will not be allowed to find release until you tell me who you belong to!” Jessie stared at him, knowing the words spoken aloud, in her mind, made the commitment more final. “You”, she cried brokenly, “I belong to you.” “Good girl”, praised Josh, kissing her hard as his body pounded in and out of her. “Cum for me, Jess, cum NOW!!!! “ Jessie felt an earth shattering tremor rack her body over and over, all the while hearing Josh Telling her “ Yes, like that, my woman, let go, and fall. I will catch you.” Her mind accepted finally What her heart already knew. She belonged to Josh. He would always be there for her. With that, she let down her walls, drowning in wave after wave of pleasure, and yet still alive. Floating back down from the peaks of things she had never experienced before, she thanks Josh for helping her to see more clearly. Laughing, he said she was more than welcome, and pulled her closer to his body, responding once more to her nearness.. She belonged to him, yes, but he was just as much hers, and would be there for her when she needed someone to lean on. He fell asleep with the thought that life after this was certainly not going to be dull! Jessie lifted her head as she heard Joshua’s breathing change. Smiling, she kissed him gently on the lips, her body aching in places that hadn’t been used before. She was going to have to ask him if he was so serious about keeping her, if he was planning to use cuffs? Hmm, she thought, that would be interesting. Smiling, tired, Jessica closed her eyes, entering a world full of possibilities. She was no longer alone. Ask and You Shall Receive The car lurched to a stop in front of his building. She wasn't used to driving in the city but with the parking as it was it was too inconvenient for him to have a car here. He worked close by and walked to work anyway. With her living way out on the edge of town it was easier for her to come by when they wanted to go out together, nevermind that it made her more comfortable. At first she offered to drive as a precaution. If their first date had gone badly she'd have a way of getting out, something she wished she'd had done on past dates. As it was, their first date was not one she wanted to leave early. He was sweet, warm and made her laugh on a night when she really needed to. The next two times they saw each other she only grew more and more infatuated with him. Some nights, after they parted, she'd lie in bed imagining him beside her and consider what it would be like to start a family with him. This was out of the ordinary for her. She always told everyone her career was the most important thing in her life and though she dated often and loved sex, a family and children was not what she wanted. She believed that too. Though it was not her goal, she wondered what it would be like with him. He was so much she wanted in a man- handsome face with a muscular, athletic body. He was smart, kind, romantic and passionate and those hands...Sheila had always been drawn to men with large strong hands and his were undoubtedly that. Large, strong and rough like he'd been at sea for weeks. When they held her she felt as if they covered her completely. She'd imagined his hands on her, forcefully gripping her breasts, spreading her thighs apart and searching through the soft down between her legs. They had not gone far though that had been her preference. Right now she wasn't sure what she wanted. Her mind was full of so many conflicting emotions that took too much out of her to piece together. If he were just another one of many it would have been much easier. She wouldn't concern herself with where she stood with him, what she wanted and all the other thoughts that seemed to worry her constantly. It would be so much easier if he weren't exactly what she wanted. Now there was that moment, that silent, anxious moment when neither was certain how to act. It was dark, with only the light from the dash illuminating them both. Her face was covered with shadows, the sadness of her downturned eyelashes was more prominent now. It was palatable between them and neither could deny it. Something was wrong, very wrong and in that space he searched for whatever it could be. Everything had gone perfectly between them, the only sign something was out of sync was just now. She had been quiet before and her deep brown eyes seemed lost when he was looking at her. Her smile, wide and honest, told a different story, as did her laugh and the bright tenderness of her voice as they spoke. He moved in, more out of necessity than anything else. He wanted to touch his lips to hers, comfort her and let her know how he cared but he couldn't tell how she'd take it. Just as they were about to touch she stopped, abruptly pressing the palm of her hand into the center of his chest. She looked away, down at her hand nervously clenching and releasing in her lap. "Wait...wait a minute. We need to talk." He stopped and looked at her. He knew what those words usually entailed but didn't believe that was what she wanted. There was something between them, both of them felt it and she couldn't turn from it. Her eyes looked up at him under dark lids. "It's not that," she brushed away the worry on his face. "I just don't know if I'm right for you." He reached to her, coming close to offer reassurances but she stopped before any words passed his lips. "Just listen to me for a moment," she pleaded. "I know something's happening here, something we both want, but I have to be upfront with you before we go any further." She seemed immensely sad and Jeff wanted to take her in his arms and comfort her but felt the weight of what she was going to say. It had to be said. One hand rested on hers and she did not shake it off but curled her fingers around his, accepting his support. "I'm a well put together woman, you know this...house, grad degree, great career, possible PhD in my future. I'm the classic Virginia Slims woman right? The modern woman?" She stopped and hesitated. "I've always been in control, especially with men. I've never allowed myself to be taken advantage of, used or hurt. What I wanted happened or nothing at all." She waited for a response but there was none, only him allowing her to continue. "Jeff," she sat up, brushing her auburn hair from her face. "There's no other way to say this. I won't blame you if you run and never want to see me again. I'll accept that. You'll think I'm strange, maybe even demented, but I have to get this out." Her eyes closed for a moment and when they opened they were vivid, completely aware. She held his gaze as she spoke. "I want you to spank me." She expected him to laugh, gasp or curse her but her did none of these things. Slightly trembling, she looked away and out the window. "I don't know why, I just feel like I need that in my life. I confess it's something I've always wanted but have been afraid to face. I know it's perverted but I've accepted it as part of me." The silence was tangible but his hand never left hers. In fact he gripped her tighter, her palm closed completely in his strong, warm hand. "I'd like to see you again," she said, still not looking at him. "But I think you should consider that side of me. I know your schedule is keeping you busy this week and we won't be able to see each other so that should give us a good amount of time to think things over." There was a long pause and when she spoke she was quieter. "If you don't call and don't want to see me, I'll understand completely." As if a monstrous weight was relieved from her she felt free. When she saw him bend towards her once more she met him halfway. His hug was warm and assuring and she didn't ever want it to end. A moist kiss on her cheek helped her. "Go home and sleep, sweetie," he whispered. "We'll discuss this later," and then, with the slightest brush of his lips on hers, he slipped out the door and into his building. She was left feeling dazed, as if she'd just woken from a long sleep. That night she was thankful to slip into bed. Her body was tired but her mind was what fatigued her. She couldn't shake the feeling that she'd made a bad decision in opening up so to Jeff. He was a good man; honest, kind and sweet and didn't need such an ultimatum. She was certain they wouldn't talk again. A man such as he would have no problem finding a less complicated woman to make him happy. She sighed softly. Instinctively she reached under her nightgown to stroke her sex but felt empty. She had let herself down. She let Jeff down and ruined any chances for happiness between them. If she could she would have cried. Instead, she rolled to her side and pressed her face into the pillow, allowing sleep to overtake her with a slow darkness. He didn't call the next day or even the day after that. It became easier for her to deal with. Work took up much of her time and she busied herself to occupy her mind away from thoughts of him. Each day was better than the last and each time she checked her voice mail and heard no word from him, she became more and more certain that she had done the wrong thing. Such a strange request would surely push any man away. She began to see it as a curse. Her desire, which she now knew she was unable to ignore, would keep her from having any healthy relationship. Instead she would attract the type of man that would be drawn to such a strange practice- deviant men most likely rife with viruses, men of low intelligence that had no consideration for a woman or how to keep her happy, men that lived in a fantasy world of abnormal fetishes. Other couples, those without deviant lusts, seemed so happy together. They held hands, smiled, laughed and comforted each other. She was a beautiful woman, tall and in great shape. She could have most any man she chose yet she seemed as far from a healthy relationship as any woman could be. Days passed in the same way. She thought of him less and less, even wondering why a man, whom she'd known for not even a month, caused such feelings. At one time she was certain he was the man she was meant for but now she tried to put it out of her mind. She had missed her chance and did her best not to feel the regret she knew she deserved. It was much later when she lay soaking in the bath. A full two weeks had passed since their last encounter and thoughts of him, though far from having disappeared, had diminished until he seemed nothing more than a recurring dream. It was a long week, only slightly more hectic than the one before, and she treated herself to a package of bath luxuries. Body oils, bath beads and bubble bath helped ease her mind as she rested naked in the slowly cooling water. With her head resting against an inflatable pillow and a damp washcloth over her face she barely heard the phone ring. At first she thought it was her neighbor's then heard it in the living room. She sat up immediately and listened. Her breasts broke out in tiny goosebumps from the cool room air and suds slowly slipped down her torso to collect in the water below. She rose to get it and slipped out of the warm bath, shivering as she ran. Her bare feet padded through the house, leaving thin pools of water behind. Just as she reached the living room her answering machine clicked on. Timidly, with her arms clutched together in front of her for warmth, she listened. "Sheila, it's Jeff. I had to take some time off and think about what you said. That's a lot to handle and I wanted to make sure I got it right." There was a pause and she was afraid he would hang up in a cruel taunt. "I'd still like to see you if you're still interested. You know my number, give me a call and we can set up a time." She stood shivering in the empty room and watched the light begin to blink on the phone. When she returned to her bath, it was colder than she left it and she couldn't find the solitude she had before. With an aggravated sigh, she dried herself off, put on her gown and went to bed. She wanted to call him but didn't want to seem too pushy. He already thought she was most likely a mental case. No reason to give him any further evidence. Getting out from beneath the heavy sheets, she tiptoed into the living room and played his message to hear the uncertain nervous quake in his voice and the soft tone she missed. She played it several times until she had the words memorized. The sound of his voice played in a loop in her mind, lulling her into the first peaceful sleep she'd had in weeks. She called him on her lunch break after putting it off all the next morning. He was the first thing she thought about when she got out of bed and couldn't get him out of her mind the entire morning. Little work was done as the thought of him kissing her, touching her hand, his voice on the machine filled her thoughts. Though she caught him at work, he seemed unfazed to hear from her. "Are you free tonight?" He asked, allowing her a moment to compose herself. She told him she was and before she said anything he asked to see her. She answered quickly, cursing herself for sounding too eager. When work ended she rushed home, wanting to make sure everything was perfect. She jumped in the tub and soaked until her skin was warm and soft then coated herself with baby lotion so she felt extra girly. She knelt in the tub and used a generous amount on her bottom until it was extra smooth and soft. When she was finished and her skin baby soft she patted herself dry with a fluffy beach towel, idling at the freshly shaven cunny between her bare thighs. The clock told her it was getting late. Jeff would be here soon, she thought scrambling to her bedroom to put on the outfit she had chosen. It wasn't a lot; just a miniskirt and a loose blouse, but it made her feel especially feminine while being sensible enough to get him wondering. By the time the he knocked on the door, she had just finished putting her hair up and applying a quick dose of vanilla smelling perfume. Wishing she could go naked, she chose thong panties beneath her skirt. A mixture of anticipation and nervousness filled her. Would he think her a freak and laugh at her before telling her they'd never see each other again? She wished she could go back in time and refrain herself from blabbing about spankings. She sat on the coffee table, bare feet tapping on the floor as she thought about that night. Like always, good judgement went out the window whenever she got horny. Everything was going right; a romantic time, a beautiful, warm evening and everything happened at once. At that moment she felt like she had say it. There was a knock on the door, stirring her from her thoughts. Taking a moment to compose herself she opened it and saw him standing there with a bouquet of roses. He smelled wonderful and instantly she took him into her arms, casting the flowers to the floor. There was no time for him to speak and Sheila stopped any chance of reproach with her lips on his. He accepted her kiss with fervor. His lips caressed hers and she exhaled in relief as he wrapped his arms around her. When they broke he pushed her back a step to regard her. He could see she was nervous. Her eyes were wide and frightened and there was a tiny tremble to her bottom lips. She seemed much younger than she was, definitely not the strong, professional woman he always thought she was. Taking her hand, he led her to the sofa and urged her to sit beside him. She did so, her bare knees pressed together and angled towards him. He kept her hand in his as he spoke. "I've thought a lot about what you've said and I have to admit I didn't know what to do at first. I've never considered treating a woman in the way you described. I thought it was strange and I was a little bothered by it." She cringed slightly, doing her best to hide her reaction. "I read up on it and learned it's not that uncommon, nor is it abnormal." He reached to her forearms to guide her closer to him. She responded until she sat beside him and rested her head on his broad shoulder. He noticed her cheeks were rouged and the shade of her lipstick redder than usual. It made her look younger and softer. She reminded him of Lolita. "Girls...women," he corrected himself. "Have these feelings since childhood though most ignore and repress them. Because of this many end up sorely dissatisfied sexually and in their relationships. They're never able to put their finger on it but something just seems to be missing." She looked up at him, his soft, giving eyes, and realized he described exactly how she felt. "A great number of women were punished by their fathers as little girls, more than you would believe. It's frightening but ultimately they feel the sense of security and protection that little girls need. They find love from their father in the form of spanking. As they grow older and become women they never lose the need for security but are unsuccessful in finding the discipline it comes with in today's society. Men are being taught to become so sensitive to women that they forget their place as the head of the relationship. They give in to women too easily and too often, making them feel disappointed and lost." Realizing he sounded too clinical and much of what he said came word for word from the articles he read, he added his own thoughts. "Women, grown women, have a need for discipline that shows itself as they realize themselves as adults. If they don't accept it they feel lost and unwanted." He took her hand in his and raised her chin until his eyes met hers. "Let me assure you, you're far from unwanted." This warmed her heart but she couldn't shake the jittery nervousness that filled her. She was confused, uncertain of how to act. Every feeling in her body was attuned to him. Her heart beat fast so it rang in her ears. It was best to calm down and follow what he said, allow him to direct the evening. He stood, his hand still grasping hers and she rose to follow him, her feet almost tripping over each other as she followed. They walked to the bedroom silently and, as he opened the door her breath caught in her throat. It's actually going to happen! Right here in her own bedroom, the place of solace where nothing could hurt her, that distinctly feminine room she had made her own. He's going to punish her like an as she always wanted right here? Now she trembled visibly. When he sat on her four poster bed and turned her to face him with her hands in his she could only swallow anxiously. He noticed her reaction and calmed her, a slow hand against the backs of her palms. "Darling girl," such a term, she thought. In any other circumstance she would have found it condescending. Here, it fit. "You've needed this for a while. I see that now. A girl like you needs a stern, stinging spanking to your bare bottom." She flushed at the description. "You need it so you can be a good girl again. It lets you know that I'm in charge and will care for you." Subconsciously she nodded, her eyes wide as saucers. "I'm going to take you over my lap and spank you on your bare behind. Maybe then you'll learn not to cross me and listen when I speak. Do you understand?" She stalled, unable to speak, but managed a quiet chirp of "Yes, sir." Coming naturally, it seemed the right thing to say. Jeff reached for the clasp on the side of her skirt and opened it. She froze as she felt him grip the zipper and slowly draw it down her thigh, her smooth flesh being revealed inch by inch. When he finished she made no move to stop him, only felt it as he slid past her bare legs to drop them around her ankles. His fingers traced up her thighs, both examining and adoring. She felt on display, open to him. The thought made her wet. He palmed the heft of her buttocks and slid his fingers in the thin waistband of her black silk panties. It was frightening to her, but she did not resist. He had never seen her naked and the thought of him seeing her in such a position on their first time made her lightheaded. She had a soft tuft of curls at the top of her slit, protecting her clit as it rested beneath its folds. Her pussy was almost completely shaven with two tight, pouting lips that shined with the first moisture of her arousal. When was the last time she came, she wondered? Last night? The day before? Whatever it was it had been too long. Though she could feel him eyeing her he didn't touch her. One hand remained on the curve of her hip and when he had gotten his fill of her sex, he directed her to stand to his left. She obeyed without a word and continued when he took her hand and guided her over his lap. It was strong and she felt comfortable in such a position as it supported her weight. His hand rested on the full cheeks of her ass. It was slightly chubby but he could see the results of her constant jogging. She had a very cute ass, round and feminine. Jeff felt very close to her. She looked like a young girl stretched across her father's lap waiting for a well deserved punishment. There was a stillness in the room as Jeff raised his hand, raised it to strike the woman he dated on the plump cheeks of her ass. He saw her tense just before his hand fell. She squealed in a mixture of arousal/happiness/fear as the sting flooded through her backside. The next strokes increased in intensity. Soon Sheila was crying out, a sight with her long, runner's legs kicking frantically in the open air. Her full asscheeks shook as Jeff's hand continued to pummel her. Ask and You Shall Receive It was his first time, never having spanked anyone before but he took to it like he was born to it. It felt natural, having a woman over his lap, bucking and kicking under his punishing hand. A change began to come over her. She no longer felt like the professional, independent, adult woman she prided herself on. Now she was nothing more than an immature little brat, a child on the edge of her sexuality that was lost without the guiding hand of authority behind her. Her legs kicked and splayed under Jeff's eye. The cheeks of her ass parted and he saw the tiny hole of her ass and the petals of her pussy expanding. They had grown wet and, unable to resist, he dipped his finger into her sex, dabbing it just to the knuckle. Her cries relented at this and for a moment she rested, secure in the feeling of his touch on her hole. Licking his finger, Jeff found it warm and sweet. Her ass had grown bright pink. Handprints covered her swelled skin and she felt hot to the touch. He considered the options. Hairbrush? That would be the next step. At least that's what the website told him. This was her first time though and from the way she reacted he knew she had almost had enough. A swift fusillade of spanks ended her punishment. The sound rang throughout the cozy room and Sheila was awakened from her reprieve by a volley across her unsuspecting glutes that caused her to choke up. She didn't cry from them but, laying across his lap afterwards, his now loving hand brought tears to her eyes as he stroked her bottom. Her position finally struck her and she felt as if an epiphany had been reached. Never had she felt so helpless, so shy, so open than she had at the moment. Tears appeared at the corner of her eyes and she made no move to hold them back. They came in a flood, rushing down her cheeks and she couldn't hide her emotions. When Jeff heard her sobbing he pulled her closer. Still across his lap, he helped her sit on his knee where she quickly wrapped her arms around his wide shoulders. No longer considering her nudity, no longer caring for the yearning within her pussy, she was only a chastised girl- something she longed for for far too long. It was a relief and her tears were testament to that. They soaked his shirt and she opened her mouth, allowing her grief to come out of her. One hand behind her head, clutching her to his shoulder, the other stroked the plump cheeks of her bottom. He felt bonded to this girl now. They had shared something they would never be able to with another. His tears joined hers, shared through kisses on her head, her cheeks and forehead. This seemed to soothe her and, as he rocked her in his arms, she curled up into a tiny ball, as she once did as a little girl and let the man she now loved rock her to sleep.