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August 14, 2007 – 10:55 am

Nina was forty two minutes and thirty five seconds late, when her
red Mazda finally pulled into the parking spot next to my BMW.  I
let the curtain fall back into place as she slid from her car and hurried
toward my apartment building, her skirt swishing around supple legs. 
    
The dinner I had prepared was too cold for consumption.  The candles
I had hoped would cloak the table with a romantic glow had melted away;
wax dripped over silver holders onto the white table cloth. 
    
A light tap sounded at my door.  I opened the door, and Nina stepped
into my apartment.  She wore a red sweater which swelled over her breasts,
and a navy blue skirt outlined the contours of her slender hips;  black panty
hose sleekly covered her shapely calves.  Framed by dark hair that curled
at her shoulders, her violet eyes were wide with apology.

“I’m sorry,” she said.  “I got caught in traffic.  A semi over-turned
and the police wouldn’t let anyone by.”  I closed the door, and Nina stepped
close for a kiss, but I pulled away and sat on my leather sofa.  I sipped
wine from a long-stemmed glass.
    
“You’re mad, aren’t you?”  she said.
    
“Dinner is ruined.”  My voice was cold, my face stone.
    
“I’m so sorry.”  She walked toward the cherry-wood dining table, and
examined the ruins.  “You sure went all out,”  she said.  “Perhaps we can
reheat …”
    
“Quiche must be eaten right away.  You were supposed to be here at
seven, and that’s how I timed it.”
    
The cushion sank as she sat on the couch beside me and rested her
head on my shoulder.  “I’m sorry.  I know how hard you must have worked.”
Her hair smelled of lilacs, which blended with a subtle flowery perfume.

“How can I make it up to you?”
    
“You must be punished,”  I said.
    
She frowned.  “What do you mean punished?”
    
“You need a spanking,”  I said.
    
Pulling away, Nina clutched her purse to her breasts.  “You’ve got
to be kidding,” she said.  “I’m not going to let you spank me like a
little girl.  I’m a grown woman.”
    
“Then leave.” 
    
Nina jerked as if she had been slapped.
    
“You’ve ruined the evening,” I said, “so you might as well go home.”
    
Nina stood and walked to the door, black loafers scuffing across the
beige carpet.  With one hand on the door handle, she turned to face me.
“I love you,”  she said.  “Please don’t treat me like this.”  Tears
moistened the corners of her beautiful eyes. 
    
“You disappointed me,” I said with a heavy sigh.  “Either submit to
punishment or leave.  The choice is yours.”
    
Nina opened the door slowly, as if hoping I’d change my mind.  But I
let her step into the hall.  “Will you call me?”  she asked.  Instead of
answering, I looked away and took another sip of wine, as she stared at me
long and hard.  “Bastard,” she said, then the door closed behind her.
    
Her footsteps receded down the hall stairs, then the door to the main
entrance slammed open.  The engine of Nina’s car started and her headlights
glared against my curtains, only to fade as she backed out and drove away.
    
It was just as well.  We’d had some okay sex, but it was pretty bland
for my taste.  Like the prim and proper librarian she was, Nina only
liked it in the missionary position, and she refused to give me face even
though I’d eaten her out several times.  On our last date Nina had said
she loved me in the afterglow of an orgasm.  I’d hoped that meant she
would go along with my more specialized needs, but obviously I’d been
mistaken.
    
I finished my wine.  Perhaps I could call Sheila and salvage
something of the evening.  Whenever Sheila challenged me to a match of arm-wrestling,
everything always got hot and interesting, real fast.  As I reached for
the telephone, headlights flashed against my curtains then shut off.
Footsteps rushed up the hall stairway, frantic knocking at my door.
    
Hook, line and sinker, I thought, as I allowed myself a smug smile.
I let her knock again; I mustn’t seen too eager.  “Charles, I know you’re
in there,” came Nina’s muffled voice through the heavy door.  “Please let
me in.”
    
When I finally opened the door, Nina’s knuckles were poised for
another blow against the metal surface.  Her violet eyes clouded with tears as
she fell into my arms.  “I can’t live without you,”  she said.  “I’ll do anything
you want.”
    
We kissed long and hard, and she allowed my tongue to explore her
warm, moist mouth, which was a first for her.  She’d always preferred
chaste, tight-lipped kisses.  Nina ground her pubic bone against my
erection and flicked my tongue with the tip of her own tongue.  When she
fumbled with my zipper, I pulled away.
    
“Not yet,”  I said.  “We have some business first.”
    
Bowing her head, Nina whispered,  “How are you going to punish me?”

    
“My hand on your bare ass.”  Her face flared crimson, and she glanced
toward the door, as if reconsidering.  “The choice is yours,”  I said.
    
“Spank me,” she said with a heavy sigh.  “I deserve it for ruining
your meal.”
    
I sat in the middle of my leather couch.  Face flushed, Nina stood
before me with her arms hanging at her sides.  “Lower your panty hose,”  I
said.  Hesitantly, she raised her skirt, momentarily exposing the
sleekness of her thighs.  She hooked her thumbs in the elastic waist band,
then the hose glided down her hips to her knees, revealing pink panties.
I had the feeling that if chastity belts were still in style, she’d be
wearing one of those too.
    
“Drop your panties.”
    
Nina swallowed, then grasped the silk panties and slid them over her
thighs.  I got a quick glimpse of a dark, furry triangle before the skirt
tumbled down to cover the view.
    
“Do you want me to take them all the way off?”  she asked.
    
“Bunch everything around your ankles.”  Bending at the waist, she
rolled the combination of silk and nylon to her shoes.  “Walk toward me.” 
As she complied, the under garments restricted her ankles as efficiently as a
pair of shackles, causing her to hobble.
    
“Lay across my lap.”  She hesitated a moment, then she dropped to her
knees and bent double with her belly across my thighs and her soft yet
firm hip against my rock hard erection.  Her sheathed breasts flattened on
the sofa cushion and she rested the side of herface on a cushion.  A gold
earring glittered in the lamp light.
    
As I rested my hand on her skirt-clad bottom, she trembled.  “Are
you sure you want to go through with this?”  I asked.  She nodded.  “In
that case, twenty spanks for spoiling dinner, and another twenty for
calling me a bastard.”
    
She glanced at me over her shoulder with a flaming red face.  She
moved as if to rise, but settled back into place. “Is … is it
going to hurt?” 
    
“Of course, my dear.  That’s what punishment is all about.” She
quivered as I reached under her skirt and rubbed the smooth skin of her naked
thighs. “Nina, in case it gets too rough, I’m going to give you a safety word.
Just say ‘love slave.’  I’ll stop, and you can go home.”
    
Grabbing the hem of her skirt, I folded the material across her back,
exposing the twin mounds of her ass.  “Do you understand?”  I asked, as I
ran my hands over the creamy flesh of her buttocks.  The back of her head
nodded, her dark hair sliding across the shoulders of her red sweater.

“Say the safety word for practice.”
    
Nina said distinctly,  “I’m your ‘love slave.’  I’ll do anything you
want.”
    
I smiled and said,  “Don’t be too sure.  I’ll want a lot.”  I tried
to part her dimpled cheeks, but she clinched too tightly.  “Relax,”  I
said with a light slap across her butt.
    
“Oh!”  she said.  Then abruptly, her mounds softened under my fingers
and I spread her open to expose the pink, crinkled, button of her asshole.  It
was encircled by a dark halo of hair, connected to a thin line of dark
fuzz emphasizing the furrow of her ass.  I love hairy cracks.
    
“Can you see my anus?”
    
“Yes, I can, my dear.  And it’s quite lovely.”
    
Nina’s butt hole puckered a bit as her face turned an even deeper
shade of scarlet, which she buried in her hands.  “I’m so embarrassed!” 
    
“Bare assed is more like it.”  Nina was priceless.  I couldn’t
remember the last time a woman had been so modest.  It was very
refreshing, and it would be fun spanking it out of her.  I let my fingers
explore the smaller groove of her pussy.  Parting her fur-covered lips, I
was surprised to find that Nina was wet. 
    
“This is turning you on, isn’t it?”  I slid a finger into her moist
vagina.
    
Nina didn’t answer, but she didn’t have to.  She’d been betrayed by
her own body.  I rested my hand on the firm mounds of her ass, delighting
in their cool perfection.  A marble statue couldn’t be any more
picturesque.  Raising my hand, I brought it down with a hard slap.  “Oh!”
Nina said again, this time with more feeling, and she jerked with the
blow.  Her left butt cheek jiggled, and a red
hand print appeared on her flesh.  As my mark began to fade, I slapped her
other cheek slightly harder, and she hissed with the pain.
    
“That’s two,”  I said.  “And they were just love taps compared to the
next thirty eight.  Sure you want to go on?”
    
“Spank me,”  she whispered. 
    
So I began in earnest, first slapping one cheek then the other.
Once, I spanked so hard that her cheeks separated, allowing her asshole to
wink at me for a moment before the mounds snapped back together with a
cute little jiggle.  “Ow!”  said Nina.  She’d been fairly stoic up till
then, but that must have really hurt.   I used the same force for the next
flurry of blows, as her reddened cheeks flapped open and shut, her asshole
rhythmically winking at me like stop-action photography.  Nina moaned and
kicked, but bound together by undergarments her feet could only rise slightly
then fall back to the carpet.  I was spanking so hard my hand was beginning to
hurt and finally, she flung back her head and howled with the pain. 
    
She reached back to cover her ass, but I grabbed her wrist and held
it against the small of her back, as I furiously spanked her some more.
Other women had hopped up and stomped out the door, when I spanked them
this hard.  But Nina just lay there, sobbing, and let me give her a good
whipping.  And with delight, I realized that she was going to be able to
take an awful lot, which is exactly what I wanted to give her, but not all
at once.  I needed to build her up gradually to the really neat stuff.  I
stopped and caressed her scarlet butt.  It burned under my touch, and she
flinched.  “That was the first twenty,” I said, as I inserted my fingers
between her pussy lips.  Nina  overflowed with desire.  It was almost too
cruel to withhold what she obviously wanted most, my stiff dick.  But the
delay of gratification was part of the punishment.  “Do you want to use
the safety word?”
    
“No,”  she sobbed, as she squirmed under my touch.  “I only want to
please you.”
    
“Well, you’re pleasing me very much.  I’m no longer angry about the
dinner.  This more than makes up for it.”  Glancing over her shoulder, she
gave me a weak smile.  Her eyes were hooded with either pain or desire,
maybe an intense combination of both.
    
“Does that mean you’ll forget the other twenty spanks?”
    
“Nice try, but no.  I’m still upset about the bastard comment.  As
you know, my mother never married, and all the school kids used to tease me
unmercifully.  When you called me a bastard, you brought it all back.”
Actually, I had only been harassed once in my entire childhood;  I was
just using it as an excuse to punish her some more.
    
“I’m sorry,”  Nina gasped.  She wiggled as my hand continued to
massage her blazing ass, while the index finger of my other hand pumped in and
out of her dripping vagina.  “I didn’t mean to throw it in your face.  I was mad,
and that was the first word I…”  She broke off as I began rubbing her
clit with my little finger, while my index finger pumped her pussy.  The
way she moaned and her hips bounced on my lap, I sensed she was close to
climax.
    
As I abruptly withdrew from her cunt, Nina groaned in frustration.
I suppose I could have allowed her multiple orgasms, but I didn’t want Nina
to lose her edge just yet.  If she was incredibly horny, it would be easier for
her to submit to the remainder of the punishment. 
    
“I want you completely naked,”  I said.
    
I helped her to a sitting position, and she yelped as her flaming
bottom came into contact with the cool leather cushion.  She kicked off
her loafers, peeled the undergarments off her ankles, then once again she
stood before me.  Nina’s skirt had dropped back into place, covering her
charms.  Her face was flushed, and her eyes a bit moist, but otherwise no
one would suspect that she had just endured an intense spanking.
    
“Take off your clothes,”  I said.
    
Any trace of hesitation was gone, as she pulled her sweater over her
head and dropped it on my coffee table.  Then she reached between the cups of her
bra and unhooked it from the front.  My eyes zeroed in on Nina’s creamy breasts
rising from her chest like twin mounds of whip cream, delightful pink
nipples the cherries on top.   I rose from the sofa and cupped her soft
mounds, squeezing and massaging them gently;  her nipples were erect
pebbles under my fingers.  As I licked first one, then the other with the
tip of my tongue, she moaned with passion. Then she gasped as my teeth
gently nibbled the soft yet firm buds.
    
Her hand rubbed my cock through my pants, and this time I let her
unfasten my pants and slide them down my hips, while I continued to suck and
nibble her tits.  One of Nina’s hands cupped my balls, while her other hand
squeezed my shaft and ran up and down its length.  She paused at the tip,
running one finger over the glans, pausing at the opening to test the bead
of moisture that she had squeezed free. 
     
I unfastened her skirt and it collapsed around her feet in a blue
halo of cloth.  Nina gasped as I dug my fingers into her flaming ass
cheeks, simultaneously flicking her nipples with my tongue.  Tightening
her grip on my dick, she began to pump with such vigor that I was
dangerously close to coming.
    
“Better stop,”  I said.  “You don’t want a mess all over your belly.”
    
With a mischievous smile, she said,  “You mean like this?”  Nina
rubbed the head of my cock against her bush, smearing my prelubrication
fluid across her crinkly, dark hairs.  Then she guided my cock lower so
that it probed against the soft lips of her pussy, testing the copious
fluid that oozed between her thighs.  Both of us were obviously more than
ready for action, and I was tempted to forget about the rest of her
punishment.
   
“Wouldn’t you rather stick this monster inside me, than spank me?”
Nina asked.  Apparently, she was thinking along the same lines.
   
I smiled and said,  “I’m willing to cut a deal.”
   
Relief softened her features.  “Anything.”
    
“Suck my dick, and I’ll forget about the rest of your punishment.”
She’d always refused me that favor in the past;  maybe this was the opportunity
to get what I wanted.  However, a look of distaste soured her expression along
with my desire to grant leniency.  But even so, Nina licked her lips as
she glanced down at my engorged cock, which she still gripped tightly in
her fist.  Then Nina dropped to her knees in front of me, her luscious
mouth just inches from my cock which she angled toward her outstretched
tongue.  But just inches from my purple helmet, she hesitated, then drew
back.
    
“I  can’t,”  she said.  “I’ve never done that to a man before.”
    
“Well, you can’t say I didn’t give you a chance.”  Stepping to the
side, I placed my hand between her shoulder blades and pushed.  She got
the hint and dropped forward on her hands and knees in doggie position,
her flaming red ass stretched taut and ready, the cheeks splayed enough to
expose the hairy ring of her asshole, and the pinkness between her lower
lips.  With a frightened look, she watched me remove the rest of my
clothes, till I was completely naked, my angry red cock stretched out
before me like a heat seeking missile.  I wanted her to sweat a little as
she anticipated the next round of punishment.  Standing over her, I slid
the belt from my pants and let the leather tip touch the small of her
back, right where her buttocks started to rise.
    
“What are you going to do?”  she asked.
    
“Dammit, Nina, this is the third time you’ve pissed me off tonight.
I need to intensify the punishment.  Besides, my hand is getting tired. 
I’ll give you the next twenty with the strap.”
    
“No!  Please, no.”
    
“You know the safety word.  Just say it and go home.”
    
She chewed her lower lip for a moment before she said,  “I want to
stay with you.”  She trembled as I ran my finger down her crack and she
flinched as I prodded her asshole.  It was very tight, highly resistent to
penetration.  I had the feeling she had never taken a man there either.  I
certainly had my work cut out for me.
    
“In other words,”  I said,  “you’re submitting to a whipping with my
belt.”
    
“Yes.”
    
I brought the belt down hard on her ass, and she yelped with the
pain.  A thin, red line appeared across both her already inflamed cheeks.
“If you’re so damn willing to do mybidding, then why won’t you suck…”
    
Crack!
    
“my…”
    
Crack!
    
“cock?”
    
Crack!
    
I emphasized each word with a stripe across her ass. Squealing like a
tea kettle ready to explode, she scooted forward on her knees, and I
struck again and again, the belt making meaty slaps against her flesh.
She tried to crawl away from the pain, but I followed close behind,
slicing with the belt, each blow eliciting fresh cries of pain from her,
and each smack leaving another red welt till several angry red lines
criss-crossed her ass like graffiti.
    
Finally, Nina whirled on me, grabbed my dick and plunged it deep
into her mouth all the way to her throat.  Her lips tightened around my
shaft as she slowly pulled back till only my glans was in her mouth, which
she tickled with the tip of her tongue.  Then her mouth tightened and once
again she thrust me all the way into her mouth, wrapping her tongue along
my length.
    
“Yes,”  I said.  “Yes.”  Releasing the belt, I watched it tumble down
her back as she pumped my cock in and out of her mouth, careful to protect
my tender flesh from her teeth.  And even through my ecstacy, I realized
she had done this before.  Virgins at oral sex have to learn to sheath the
teeth;  she’d done it automatically.  The lying bitch had been holding out
on me;  but I’d deal with that later.  I was having too much fun at the
moment. She used her mouth to tug me down till I lay on the floor, then
she renewed her sucking with frenzied bobbing of her head.  What Nina
lacked in finesse, she  more than compensated for with enthusiasm.
    
“Fuck me,”  she said, her voice thick with passion.  Unable to wait
any longer, I helped her straddle me, then I wedged my lance against her
splayed pussy and rammed into her juicy orifice.  She threw back her head
and howled with pleasure, as intensely as she had earlier howled against the
pain of her punishment.  She ground her clit against my pubes, then raised her
hips till just the tip of my dick was still in her pussy.  Then she slid me
home to the deepest recesses of her cunt; again and again she slammed up and
down on my cock with furious, demanding thrusts of her hips.  This was fucking
amazing.  Always before she would only let me fuck her in the missionary position.
    
As she pumped my shaft in and out of her cunt, I finally could take
no more.  The pleasure centered at the base of my cock, then sprayed
upward into her body in spurts of creamy lava.  At the same moment Nina’s
pussy tightened around my cock and she fairly screamed out her own orgasm,
which rocked through her body like a series of earthquakes and sent joyful
tremors back down the length of my spurting cock into the deepest regions
of my soul.  I almost had an out of body experience.   Spent, she
collapsed with her head in the hollow of my shoulder, and her taut nipples
gradually softened against my chest hair.  I ran my hands down her back,
and she flinched as I caressed her burning ass.
    
“That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had,”  she whispered in my ear.
My penis was still in her vagina, but gradually it softened and slipped
out, drawing a slimy trail across her inner thigh as it receded.  “The
pain seemed to enhance my pleasure,”  she said in wonder,  as if she
couldn’t understand it.
    
“Perhaps you should piss me off more often,”  I said.
    
“Maybe I should.”  She moistened her finger, then reached behind her
and touched one of her scarlet ass cheeks.  “Sizzle, sizzle.” 
    
“Well, you distracted me, but you’ve still got ten more coming.”  She
stiffened at my words.  “But I’ll save it for your next visit.”  I
expected her to say there would be no next time, but instead, she smiled
as she slid off me and stared at my flaccid penis.
     
“It doesn’t look so ferocious now, does it?”   Then she leaned down
and gently licked the gooey residue from my glans.  “I won’t neglect you
in the future.”  She gave my dick one more kiss before she reached for her
skirt.  For some reason I’d never understood, she always felt the need to
get completely dressed immediately after sex, even if we still had more
time together.
    
“No clothes,”  I said.
    
“Pardon?”
    
“From now on when you’re in my home, you’re to be completely naked,
from the time you arrive till the time you leave.”  I nodded at my coat rack.
“Just check your clothes at the door.”
     
“Are you joking?”  Nina asked as she searched my face.
    
“I’m very serious.  Our relationship has reached a new plateau.  I
need some changes.”
     
Nina looked concerned, as if she wondered where all this was leading, but she
managed a smile.  “Yes, Master.”  For now she was half-joking, but soon
she would be calling me Master for real.  Nina settled back and rested
her cheek on my belly so that she could examine my limp cock.  Her fingers
flipped it back and forth like a dead snake.   “How long before it gets
hard again?”
    
“Maybe you can suck some life back into it,”  I suggested.  Opening
wide, she sucked the entire thing into her mouth like a spaghetti noodle.  I felt a
stirring as my penis began to harden under the flogging of her tongue, and
as she licked my balls, I realized this had the potential for a beautiful
relationship.

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