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Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
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Her name was Rhian. She was 41 years old, a tall willowy blonde with long legs, a remarkable round ass, slim waist and beautiful large breasts.

In her online profile, she stated that she was curious about D/s. He e-mailed her first and they began to write back and forth. After two or three weeks, they met in person, first in restaurants, then in local parks.

She was a novice, but intensely curious and willing to have frank discussions as they talked about what she called “the D/s thing.” Over time, they discussed her curiosity and what her perceived needs were and gradually he ascertained that her primary need was to be spanked.

Of course, if a spanking is to be effective, it must be given for a reason, and Rhian was not long in providing him the basis for her first over-the-knee spanking. While she was charming, sexy and demur, she had one fault that drove him to distraction…She was chronically late.

After taking some satisfaction in the fact that he now had a sound basis for administering Rhian’s first spanking, he proceeded to arrange to meet her in private. Using the premise that he would like to have a more private discussion with her, a discussion that couldn’t be interrupted or overheard, he arranged to meet her in a local motel.

On the agreed upon day, he checked into the motel and called her to let her know the room number. And true to form, although she was only fifteen minutes away, she took an hour to get to the motel.

Upon letting her into the room, he immediately began to lecture her about wasting his time.

At first, she stared in disbelief at the fact that he was scolding her, but within minutes was standing, chewing her lower lip and staring at the floor…

“I’m sorry, Sir. I j-just…”

“You just don’t give a damn about anyone but yourself, Rhian.”

“No, that’s n-not it…I just…”

“Are you saying that I don’t know what’s going on here?”

“N-no Sir. It’s just that t-there’s an explanation…”

“Yes there is…The explanation is that you’re selfish and self-centered and care very little about the concerns of others.”

“O-oh! N no- Sir! That’s not it at all!”

“Are you calling me a liar?”

“No Sir! It’s j-just that…”

“Rhian…”

“Y-yes Sir?”

“Step out of your shoes”

“My shoes?”

“Yes, take them off.”

(With a puzzled look on her face, she kicks off her sandals)

“Now stand up straight and üsküdar escort place your hands behind your neck…”

“W-why do you…?”

“Just do it Rhian or I swear you’ll live to regret your recalcitrance…”

(She moves into position. Legs together, hands behind her head, posture erect….Her breasts rise and fall with each breath and she glances nervously at him…He walks over to her and using his foot, taps the inner surface of her ankles until they are about two feet apart)

“Now here’s what’s going to happen Rhian. I am going to leave the room and walk around the building. While I am gone you are to completely disrobe…”

“Oh! N-no Sir! P-please don’t make me…”

“Quiet!!! From this point on Rhian, every time you interrupt me you are adding to your punishment…”

“P-punishment? You’re going to punish me? How? Oh god! P-please don’t…”

“I said ‘Quiet!!!'”

(She ceases her talking and stares at the floor, a tear running over her cheek)

“As I was saying, while I am out you will strip nude, then reassume the position you are in now. I will return shortly.”

(As he turns to leave she breaks from her position and grasps his hand in both of hers)

“Oh Sir, please don’t make me do this! I promise I’ll be good! P-please don’t make me…”

(Slowly pulling her hands from his wrist, he stares into her tear filled eyes)

“You just added to your punishment little girl…Step back into position NOW!!!”

(She scurries back into position and he opens the door…He hears her gasp as the door closes. He takes about three minutes to walk around the building and when he returns to the room Rhian is standing in the same spot, in the prescribed position, but is now nude.)

“Good girl! Now, that wasn’t so difficult was it?”

“Y-yes Sir…It was….(Small sob)…”

“Well, that will pale in comparison to the next few minutes…”

“S-sir?”

“Nothing Rhian…”

(Using his hands to correct her posture, he fondles her ass, runs his hands between her legs to further spread her feet, and adjusts her arms so that her breasts stand out even more…Every touch is punctuated by her gasps and sobs of humiliation as he handles her as if she were a fine show animal.)

“You are going to receive a spanking…”

“Oh, no, please don’t spank me! Oh no! I promise I’ll be good!…”

“Hush Rhian!”

(She gaziemir escort stops begging, but tears pool in her eyes)

“As I was saying, you will receive a spanking. It will consist of eighteen strokes…”

“Oh my god!” (Whispered)

“Hush!! It will consist of eighteen strokes, twelve for the initial tardiness and six additional for the disobedience, followed by corner time…Then we will talk…Do you understand?”

“Y-yes…But can’t you just…”

“Do-you-un-der-stand?’

“Yes Sir…”

“Do you agree that you need this spanking?”

“It’s just t-that…”

“Rhian! Do-you-a-gree-that-you-need-this-spank-ing?”

“Y-yes Sir….(Small shudder and a choked off sob)

(He makes a show of rolling up his shirt sleeves, as if there is strenuous work to be done. Then, he pulls the straight-backed desk chair out into the center of the room and sits down on it.)

“Okay, come here…”

(She drops her hands and bends toward him as if beseeching him not to spank her)

“Oh no! Oh please Sir! I promise I’ll be good! Please don’t spank me!”

“It’s time Rhian…Just come here.”

(She haltingly takes the four steps that are required to cross the room. He takes her left hand and moves her so she is standing to his right, then pulls her down onto his lap.)

“Oh no! Oh god!”

(He takes a long time positioning her, touching her in different, sometimes intimate places until she is finally draped over his legs in an inverted “V” with her upturned ass centered in his lap, her toes barely touching the floor, and her hands touching the floor. He reaches around her body and pulls right arm up behind her waist so as to hold her in position. She sobs quietly, her body twitching at each touch. He gives her one final lecture…)

“You know why you’re getting this spanking?”

“Y-yes Sir!”

“Why?’

“B-because I was late….”

“And….?”

“B-being late is disrespectful”

“And?”

“I disobeyed you…”

“Correct! Are you ready?”

“Oh, no Sir! Please don’t…”

“Rhian! Are you ready?”

“Y-yes sir” (Whispered)

“Count the strokes Rhian”

“Oh! Y-yes sir!”

(He pauses and her backside shimmies as she flexes and relaxes her the muscles in her hips in anticipation of the impending punishment. The first slap falls on her right cheek with a sancaktepe escort loud “Swap!” Rhian jerks as if stunned with a cattle prod and throwing her head back she squeals…)

“Y-i-i-e-e-e-e-e! Oh god p-please!”

(A pink outline of his handprint begins to appear on the upturned curve of her ass. He pauses and waits for the count, but it doesn’t come. “Swap” the second slap is delivered to the left cheek with a similar force)

“Y-e-e-e-o-o-w-w-w!”

(Again she jerks and this time kicks her feet as if to shake off the sting and again he waits for the count and again it doesn’t come)

“Rhian?”

“Y-yessir?”

“You aren’t counting.”

“Oh god, I’m sorry Sir…That’s two!”

“No. We have to start over. You must count every stroke”

“Oh Sir! I d-don’t think I can stand it! P-please don’t start over!”

(Swap!)

“Y-i-i-i-i-i! One Sir!”

(From this point until the end of the spanking he pauses after each stroke, letting the sting settle in so that her bottom is stingingly warmed rather than bruised)

(Swap!)

“Y-e-e-e-c-h-h-h! Two Sir!”

(Swack!)

“Y-e-o-e-o-e-o-e-o god! Three Sir!”

(By six her bottom is a bright pink and she is vibrating all over his lap…By nine her crying out has stopped and she begins to thrust her bottom up to meet the slaps as he delivers them. On the last stroke she is draped over his lap, limp as if exhausted. Her bottom is an even-hued bright pink, the muscles shimmying delightfully as the heat of the spanking courses through her nether regions.)

“Okay…You’ve done very well. Now go to the corner and assume your position”

(She scurries off his lap and he sees that although her face is flushed and tear stained, her nipples are rigidly erect on the upturned surface of her breasts and the inner surfaces of her upper thighs shine with the slick evidence of sexual arousal. She glances at him shyly and then hurries to the corner, places her hands behind her neck, interlaces her fingers and stands patiently. After about fifteen minutes he stands up, pulls the bedspread and top sheet off the bed, piles the pillows against the headboard, then reclines against the pillows)

“Rhian”

“Yes Sir?”

“Come here”

(She turns and, with eyes lowered, pads across the room and stands beside the bed. He reaches around and softly rubs the warm surface of her bottom. She winces slightly, then thrusts the burning curve of her ass into the soothing motions of his hand, cooing in appreciation of his touch.)

“Climb in…”

(She scurries into the bed and nuzzles up against him. He puts his arms around her, pulls the sheet over her shoulders, and softly strokes her hair. She takes a deep breath and lets it out with a shudder, then closes her eyes and sleeps.)

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