Late Lunch

We meet for a late lunch. This is our third meeting, and although we are both free for the afternoon, free to linger over the soup, the entree, a nice bottle of wine; we rush through the meal. A reservation at a special motel nearby. In my car is a bag of special toys I have selected for this afternoon. I won't tell you what's in it (the suspense, you know). As soon as we get the door to our room behind us and closed, I open the bag and neatly lay out the bag's contents. Several lengths of cord, a leather paddle, a blindfold, another paddle, a silver vibrator, an anal plug, another length of cord, and another larger gel vibrator.

"What are you going to do with those?" You really don't have to ask (if you had to ask, we would not be here).

"You will find out shortly. Right now I want you to strip."

"But . . ." You had something more sensuous and romantic in mind, but you are almost shaking in anticipation of how these toys might be used.

"Take your clothes off, now. All of them."

You remove your clothes, but stop after getting to your underwear. "Please," you plead, "don't . . ."

"All of them," I repeat sternly. I pick up one of the paddles. You remove your panties and your bra and make a feeble effort to cover yourself from my examination. "Put your hands down at your sides." I take a minute to admire your breasts. You shave; I like a smooth pussy. "Go over to the chair."

"What are you going to do?" There is both fear and anticipation in your voice. You have no intention of doing any thing but submitting to my every command, but you really don't know me very well. I can tell that the thought crosses your mind that I might be something other that what you hope I will be.

"Face the front of the chair. Bend over the chair with your forearms against the rear chair legs and your hands grasping them."

You can see me in the mirror, still fully clothed. I am tapping the paddle against the palm of my hand. You slowly comply. I pick up two lengths of cord, come over, and bind your wrists to the chair; neat, elegant bindings, the white cord against your creamy skin. Your breath is a bit heavy now as you anticipate what is about to take place.

I bring another two lengths of cord from the bed over to the chair. "Spread your legs; wider. NOW!"

SMACK! You didn't see the paddle still in my hand and the smack of wood against your buttocks sounds like a bomb going off. "Wider!"

SMACK! The second swat doesn't seem quite so hard. Then I am securing your ankles to the front legs of the chair; first one anchor then the other. Now your shoulders are lower than your ass and your legs are spread slightly.  You can look up at me, but you can't really get enough leverage to move.

"Now, my dear, are you ready? Are you ready to be firmly disciplined?" I rub your ass gently, massaging your cheeks. I press them together, and then spread them apart to expose your anus. Another caress of your ass; you can see it, but I am getting hard. I go over to a part of the room where you can see me and disrobe.

"What are you doing?"

When I come back, my erection is almost as large and threatening as the paddle, and you can't help but think about how nice it would feel in your pussy. I come around to your face and wave my cock in your face, rub it over your cheeks and your lips.  Your lips part to take it, but I go around behind you. You close your eyes as I use my prick on your ass, finally drawing it down the crack. I can tell that right now you would like nothing more than for me to take my pleasure in your cunt, but there is more time to anticipate and savor.

SMACK! You jump. "Count them for me, my dear." You are not sure what I said, much less what I meant.

SMACK! This one is harder "Count them!"

"Two."

"Very good. Count to ten."

SMACK! "Three."

There are pauses between and caresses with the paddle, with my hands, and with my erection. Sometimes there is enough time between whacks for your mind to drift to the orgasms that are already beginning to build. The hard spanking is almost a promise of gentleness after . . .

SMACK! "Nine."

SMACK! "Ten. God, please fuck me, fill my cunt with your hard cock."

"Not yet, my dear," I reply with just a trace of reproach in my voice. "You should know better than to tell me what to do."

"I'm sorry. I'm just so turned on. Please, fuck my pussy."

You feel me parting the cheeks of your ass and try to relax. The lubricant is cold on your skin and on your back door. Then you feel the plug instead of my cock. "Take this." I ease it in slowly. You take it in, wiggling your ass every so slightly at the delicious violation. I play with the plug, slowly pushing it in deeper, pulling it out a bit, moving it side to side.  Your orgasm seems to come out of nowhere, short, intense, very nice.

"Six," I announce retrieving my paddle, "Count!"

SMACK! The blow drives the plug in deeper. You focus on the feeling in and on your ass. "Count!" I demand.

SMACK! You hesitate. "Two."

"No, you were much too slow. Begin again."

SMACK!"No, three, no, oh God, please."

SMACK! "I said begin again."

SMACK! "One." Again I caress your buttocks and pause to work the plug in your ass. I am wondering if I should leave the plug in and have you suck me off or fuck you from behind while I do your asshole with the plug.

SMACK! "Two.”

“I could jack off on your ass and use my cum as a lotion on your red buttocks.”

SMACK! "Three. Please fuck me! Take my pussy! Make me cum! Please! No, fuck my ass!"

SMACK! This is the hardest one yet. The pain is intense, and the butt plug feels so . . . another orgasm, better than the last. It does not satisfy all your need, and the sexual anticipation is more unbearable than the pain.

SMACK! "Five." 

“Maybe I should use your mouth as hard as I would use your asshole. How would you like to be face fucked?”

SMACK! "Six."

I slowly pull the butt plug out, and retrieve a vibrator from the bed. I insert the vibrator into your pussy without turning it on.  I push it deep and then rotate the switch. You feel the vibrator deep in your cunt and my prick on your ass. "Oh, that feels good, fuck me. God it's good, mmm . . ." I fuck you with the vibrator for a minute or two, slowly and then a little faster; your orgasm does not completely subside before the next one starts. Finally, I push it in as far as it will go and leave it there.

You feel my fingers spreading your ass cheeks and then the head of my cock pushing into your ass. “I’m gonna take you in the ass; hard,” I tell you just as your next orgasm over takes you, Then I am fucking your ass, pumping my hard prick fast and deep in you when another overtakes you, and just as that one is subsiding, you feel me deep inside and hear me, “I’m coming . . . God, I’m flooding your slut ass!” when you are lost in another orgasm. You look up to see me still pressed against your ass. I pull out, remove the vibrator, and untie you. Your cum flows from your pussy, and my cum leaks from your ass. I lay you down on the bed, take some lotion from my bag, and massage your hot, stinging ass.