It is six months later and the scenarios have been getting a little more intense all the time. I'm looking forward to tonight and the core of me tingles in both anticipation and some nervousness. To better understand the play out of this particular night I will clue you in on the 'scenario' he has chosen. ( I am late for our date. He has cooked me dinner and had a romantic evening planned. Robert was really worried when he couldn't reach me. But, he had gotten 2 disturbing calls from his friends spotting me in a bar.)
My car pulled into his driveway. I could see dim lights through the front window sheers. I opened the door, smiling and saying "Hello". He always left the door unlocked when expecting me. Upon not hearing a response I looked around the dimly lit room and saw him in a large chair just staring at me as he sipped from his wineglass. The silence was deafening--if that is at all possible. His very masculine face with square jaw, intense hazel eyes were set off by a full head of jet black hair. His usually full smiling lips were drawn.
I swallowed hard and tried to keep my voice light and my smile natural. I had little doubt I was in trouble. The question was "WHY" ? (since I never knew which scenario) And, between just you and I that excited me terribly.
Finally, he broke the silence pronouncing in a stern tone, "You are late and not even a phone call! I certainly hope that there is a good explanation for all of this!"
I stuttered trying to come up with a believable excuse. "Well, Hun, you wouldn't believe all the things that went wrong."
I started to move towards him but he halted me with a stern commanding voice, "I want you to stand there look at my face and tell me the truth!"
I swallowed hard and started rambling on about my best friend calling and she needed to talk and I lost track of time and how very sorry I was.
"Honestly I had no intention to do anything to spoil tonight."
The smell of food in the kitchen reminded me he had cooked a special dinner tonight. Arggh, was I feeling guilty!
He told me to sit at the dining room table which was beautifully set. With a sardonic smile I'd never seen him don he poured a glass of wine saying, "I think you may need this."
Hmmm, I wondered -- what did he mean by that? I was squirming a bit as he served dinner with no conversation until after he was seated.
"Now enjoy your meal and then we have a lot to talk about."
I ate and we had a pleasant conversation but I had not relaxed completely knowing he had not forgotten his threat. After dinner was over I helped clear the dishes but he insisted we leave washing and drying them for later because there were more pressing matters to attend to.
Robert requested I go to the bedroom and he would be there shortly. I sat at the edge of the bed waiting for him. I was trying to figure out how the evening was to play out. Believe me I had no idea! He joined me shortly. He pulled over a straight-backed chair; but rather than sitting in it he told me to take a seat in the chair. His tone of voice invited no argument. I did as he requested (or more appropriately, ordered). My hands were quickly cuffed behind my back. My loud protests were quickly squelched with the introduction of a ball-gag into my mouth.
So I sat there as he took my previous position at the end of the bed. He looked me straight into my eyes proclaiming, "I have a lot to say to you lady and I won't be interrupted, therefore I have assured myself of that." Arggh! So much for trying to defend myself!
As if he needed any assistance; his 6"2" muscled body commanded attention from my 5'4" stature. "You have so much to answer for! I might have bought that lame story if I hadn't gotten two phone calls prior to your arrival. I am angry and disappointed in you. I still love you and I want to put all of this behind us, but this time you will suffer the consequences of all your ill-advised actions. If this is not agreeable I will release you and we will end our relationship. Is that what you prefer?"
I nodded "no".
"Then understand I will list the offences you will be punished for and each one will carry a separate punishment! Nod if you are still in agreement to see your punishment through." I swallowed hard and nodded again.
"OK, then I will release your cuffs and I want you to remove your dress and jacket and stand in front of your chair with you hands behind your back. Understood?" I nodded "yes" again.
He released the cuffs and I removed my jacket hanging it over the back of the chair. My dress was a micro-mini and I quickly pulled it over my head and lay it atop my jacket. Beneath my dress I wore no bra and a very lacy "barely there" g-string. I knew he wouldn't be pleased I had no bra since my breasts were bordering on a "DD cup".
Robert ordered me to sit again, which I did. I felt very vulnerable in my exposed state. Why hadn't I dressed a little more conservatively. This didn't bode well.
"Let's see now! First of all, you are late and don't bother to call which could be excused with a proper explanation, but I know yours doesn't begin to wash. That will get you your first spanking."
"Now, to the phone calls I received. It seems you were spotted, not by just one but two of my friends. They say you were shamelessly dancing with several men at a sleazy bar and playing pool; bending over and giving a good view of all your private assets! I thought they were reserved for me! That will earn you your second spanking, which I might add will be much more severe than anything you have ever experienced before tonight. But it is no more than you deserve. Because I do love you I cannot let this go with anything less than a spanking you will remember for a very long time!"
"I also remember we promised each other never to lie and your omissions constitute lying as far as I am concerned. I would like to deal with it as severely as your last discretion, but it would be more than you can take in one night but your third spanking will still make quite an impression I assure you! And as to the matter of you flaunting your assets I have another special punishment in store for you. Now come here and turn your back to me so I can replace the cuffs."
After cuffing my hands behind my back again he led me back to the straight-backed chair. This time he seated himself and ordered me to lay my "ass" over his knees. My backside had plenty of surface to spank. One would describe me as not one of today's anorexic models but in the genre of Marylyn Monroe and Jane Russell. I quickly complied.
He then warmed my buttocks with increasing intensity (nothing that hurt very much) and then for what must have been about five minutes he spanked me soundly moving the swat, varying the rhythm so I'd hold my breath and he'd follow with a searingly painful series of hard rapid swats. I'd never cried during a spanking before tonight but I had this sinking feeling I couldn't hold out tonight. I struggled to breathe deep and deal with the deep burning of my bottom.
Finally it was over. But, he had promised me two more and another punishment. If there was one thing I knew for sure about Robert is that he was definitely good for his word.
To my surprise he released my gag as he warned, "Not one word!! Is that understood?"
I immediately nodded, my buns still throbbing. He told me to kneel before him in his "no-nonsense" tone of voice. I watched as he unzipped his pants and his full erection was before me.
"I want you to thank me properly for loving you enough to punish you as you deserve."
Immediately I took his cock into my mouth and played with it with my tongue and lips. It didn't take long before he grabbed the back of my head and started thrusting farther into my mouth. As he seemed to near an orgasm he bent my head back and thrust down my throat. I gagged and he eased up and within seconds the spurts of his orgasm were filling my mouth.
"You will swallow!" he ordered. He knew I loved his cock and enjoyed teasing him with my mouth but found it difficult to have cum squirting in my mouth so this was extra punishment. I was slightly aroused this time though. But, I realized that whenever he asserted his dominance and I had no choice, it had a strange way of exciting me.
As he replaced my gag he told me to remove my panties which were a wee bit wet with desire -- despite the pain of being spanked, he always got me aroused. I did as he requested while he made another point.
" I think you will need a lot of practice at this in the near future. And I will certainly enjoy every minute." He smiled with great relish.
I was ordered to sit back down and to think about why I was being punished because what I did tonight should never happen again. I sat down watching as he pulled a large wooden and leather contraption from a long narrow closet. I saw a whole collection of spanking tools hanging from hooks. My nervousness was increasing by the heartbeat. He then went to the closet and brought forth a hinged box. He approached me and set it next to the chair. Opening the box he pulled out a leather cuff attaching it to my ankle. Then the other ankle and both my wrists were cuffed. The wrist cuffs were joined behind my back and those on my ankles attached to the legs of the hard chair.
"I'll be back shortly for your second spanking."
He left the bedroom as thoughts of escape played in my head. But, then I knew I really wanted to stay. In time I had fallen hard for this man. I had a feeling that although he was acting out a scenario I'd sent, there was something more intense -- as if he was giving me a look at life with him and what I could expect.
He returned with a bottle of water and sat looking at me. It had been about 30 minutes since my initial spanking and the pain had almost completely subsided.
As he set down the water he said, "Time for your second spanking. And as I told you before this will not be an easy over-the- knee! This time you will get a serious spanking!"
Oh No! I was really worried now.
My cuffs were freed from their constrictions and I was led to the "contraption". Ordered to kneel on the boards which extended from the sides of what resembled a leather vaulting horse. I knelt and followed his order to lay myself over the horse. On the other side my, wrists were anchored to bars extending from the bottom; followed by my thighs being tightly strapped into place. I had no wiggle room -- no escape from what was to befall me.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw him go to the narrow closet.
"I think this spanking merits my special strap."
If his aim was to make me nervous it worked in spades.
His voice broke into my thoughts, "Looks like you need a little warming up again." With that said he used his hand to get the blood flowing to my cheeks again. Then I heard the crack of leather as he tested the impact on his hand or thigh -- heck if I knew, I was facing another direction.
Then the first swat came, and was followed by nine more.
He stopped and said, "You should be getting at least a hundred hard swats but since it is your first serious spanking I will take pity on you despite how angry and disappointed I am with you and you will only receive 50."
Fifty sounded like "cruel and unusual" punishment to me.
After every 10 well placed swats I felt an increase in intensity. Up to the 40th swat I had managed somehow to meditate through the pain but with the 41st swat I burst forth in hysterical tears, my sobs silenced by the gag. I'm sure he knew, but was not taking pity on me. I heard Robert's voice through the sobs ringing in my ears.
"I think I will now use you like the slut you behaved like at that bar. I'm sure every guy fantasized about it as you constantly bent your unclad luscious behind over while playing pool."
From the corner of my eye I saw him reach for a large tube of lubricant. After a few moments I felt his 9 " thick penis at my very tight "pucker". He took care not to tear the delicate tissues of my rectum but did not take his usual time to enter me so entry was breath-takingly painful but not harmful. With this gag it was getting more and more difficult to get the deep breathes I so needed. I was taken hard and fast and it was about 10 minutes before I felt his hot cum invading my rectum.
"I'm going to let you stay there for awhile to think about why this punishment was so richly deserved and I want you to think about your next. You cannot expect me to trust you if you do not tell me the truth. I am going to take a shower."
His shower seemed to take forever. I kept hoping he would leave enough hot water so I could have one after all this. Right now though a bag of ice sounded good. I couldn't even reach my bottom to sooth the pain...and this was the worst pain on my backside I'd ever felt. I never knew a spanking could be so bad! It baffled me to think how much my bottom hurt and how sexually frustrated I was at the same time.
Fresh from his shower standing naked before me I marvelled that such a fine specimen of manhood would choose me to be his lover. But my thoughts were quickly brought back to my present situation as my buttocks continued to throb and my muscles began to ache from the position I was in, not to mention the fact that there was no padding where I knelt.
As he was starting to release me from my bonds he ordered me to lay in the middle of the bed. I immediately obeyed and did as he bade. My wrists were immediately secured together above my head. Then my legs, each in turn, were lifted and secured to the top of the bed posts. Egad, my buttocks were lifted high and my privates were totally ex-posed. We had compromised. Robert had wanted me shaved but settled for letting me have a neatly trimmed triangle which still made me feel very naked. Robert put pillows under my lower back to ease the stress this position caused. I was blindfolded and could only hear silence after the soft footsteps of Robert leaving the room. I lay there exposed and feeling helpless. I kept reminding myself of how much I loved and trusted Robert as I was trying to divert my mind from how sore my backside would be for the next few days.
He finally returned to the room -- maybe twenty or thirty minutes later. He didn't speak at first but I could hear him in the room. Then I felt the slight shift of the bed as he sat down.
Finally the dreadful silence was broken as he spoke, "I'm going to sit here and finish my wine while I look at you and remind myself you still deserve the final two punishments."
I was hoping he was going soft but I really knew better. Despite the pillows I was getting really stiff in this awful position. I felt the bed shift slightly as he rose and I knew the last of my punishments were now imminent.
I felt the leather of a belt starting to hit my buttocks with increasing intensity. Considering how sore it already was it didn't take long before the fire was almost too much to bear. I was struggling for air as he kept the leather smacking my bottom until I didn't think I could stand any more. But, the leather kept making contact for 30 seconds longer then a pause.
I was waiting to be released but that idea was soon crushed.
"Now for your final punishment. I hope this will emphasize how I feel about you showing off all those lovely sexy gifts of yours that I treasure. I hate the idea of all those men enjoying them when I am not even in the room."
I felt leather stroking my breasts and between my legs. He couldn't possibly mean to use the strap that way? I was horrified and shocked but the gag kept me silent.
The strokes started gently and I realized this strap did not have the weight or wallop of those he used on my buttocks, but nonetheless as the strokes increased in intensity the pain became evident. I was in such a quandary as my nipples stood at attention and my nether lips started swelling. How could this much pain be so exquisite at the same time?
Finally the strap stilled and I felt the bed shift again as he straddled me. He removed the blindfold and gag. His hands stroked gently across my sore nipples and breasts and across my slightly rounded stomach where he stopped.
"You have been punished now and although I don't want you to forget this lesson I now want to show you how much I love you and the fact that you trust me enough to let me punish you this way."
His tongue lightly teased my now 'overly-sensitised' nipples, then his mouth made its way between my legs. As his tongue explored the lips of my womanhood, my wetness, and finally my clitoris, I shivered with excitement. If only I wasn't so restricted! I was still tied up and at his mercy.
Finally the waves of orgasmic ecstasy shot through me. He stopped just long enough for most of the intensity of my much needed orgasm to pass when he began building me up again. This time he stopped and rose to his knees. I felt the hardness of him press against me and slip in easily. First he thrust into my wetness looking at me. I could see the love in his eyes; then he lay down close to me and ground into me the way he knew I loved and we both exploded in exhausted ecstasy a short time later.
I was released from my restraints, massaged and then fell asleep in the arms of the only man who had ever made me feel so special.
