James came awake abruptly with the stinging blow to his upturned, muscular black ass. He tried desperately to roll over; only to discover that his arms and legs were bound firmly to bed. His mind sought for an explanation as the next deafeningly loud slap echoed through the bedroom. Its corresponding pain coursed through his large frame. His dark eyes tried to adjust to the dark, but failed to see anything to which he could assign blame.
Then he heard it: that smooth Southern drawl that for the last eighteen months had driven him every shade of crazy. He and Sadie had become lovers within weeks of her relocating to Los Angeles to teach at the large urban high school where he coached football. That sweet, slow twang seemed to hypnotize her students as much as it had him. That was not to say that Sadie was sweet or smooth. If anything she favored the media portrayal of a 'steel magnolia;' the girl could have given Scarlett O'Hara lessons in enticing and capturing men...him most of all.
Sadie Jo Montgomery was despite her small stature and diminutive appearance a formidable woman. She had been raised the youngest child and only girl in a large and prominent Southern family. Her father had been the pastor of the largest Baptist church in town. Her mother was a high school English teacher, which was where Sadie got her first desire to become a teacher. Her five older brothers played several sports as well as served as school and community leaders.
But despite this all, Sadie always took the road 'less travelled by' as she liked to quote her favorite American poet, Robert Frost. After finishing college, she spent two years teaching in Africa with the Peace Corps. Even when she returned to the US, she did not assume her old life; rather she took a position at one of New Orleans' toughest high schools. Of course, after Hurricane Katrina when people were slow to return to their old homes, her contract was not renewed, which was what brought her to Compton and James' world.
If there was such a thing as love at first site then it was that late August morning when he saw her strawberry blonde long hair, freckles and laughing green eyes. It had taken over a month though to get her to notice him; more than a minor wound to his considerable ego. It had taken two more weeks to convince her to go out with him. But the surprise had been on him, when the waiter asked about dessert and Sadie looked him directly in the eye and in that smooth, slow drawl purred, 'I'm in the mind for chocolate. Dark chocolate. Let's go back to your place.' The next few hours had been just about the best sex of James' life; if he had had better he could not remember it.
From there, it had been a low-key and casual sexual relationship. Their 'special' friendship was actually the worst kept secret at King High School. The other teachers knew. The administration knew. Hell, even most of the student knew that Ms. Montgomery and Mr. Jackson were an item. Unfortunately, not as much of an item as James Malcolm Jackson would have liked. He could not seem to convince Sadie to either go public with their affair or make it something more permanent.
While Sadie had hinted and joked more than once after a randy few hours of hot and sweaty sex about her desire to tie him down and spank 'that incredibly hot, tight, black ass' as she said; James had not actually thought she would do it. It might have given him a brief pause about giving her a duplicate key to his apartment if he had. But it did explain that wide smile and the wicked twinkle in those Irish green eyes of her when he had insisted she have a key to his place a couple of weeks before.
As another hard blow from that pale, petite hand connected with his hind quarters, he opened his mouth to cry out for her to stop these silly games. But before a single word could make its way past his throat, his mouth was stuffed with slightly damp, musky and silky material. It did not take him to figure out what it might be: his lover's thong underwear often bore that same distinctive smell of arousal.
But dammit, enough was enough; James thought as he struggled more valiantly against the soft but firm bindings that he correctly guessed now were her stockings. He much preferred them encasing those amazingly legs of hers than their current use. James paused for a moment in his fight as yet another stinging blow landed upon his bottom.
'I'm gonna turn this hot, black ass three shades of red before I make you eat my sweet, white pussy,' Sadie drawled authoritatively.
James would have laughed at her words if he could have. First of all, he very much doubted that his dark skin would ever turn 'three shades of red' as she said. Secondly, how the hell would she know in the dark confines of his bedroom? That was when it struck him; she had no intention of releasing him or halting this game until she had had enough. For a man, who was very much accustomed to being in charge in the classroom, on the field and in life; that was a shocking revelation.
If it had been anyone other than his Sadie, he would have been angry, violated and filled with revenge. But this was probably the one person in the whole world (other than his momma that is) whom he trusted and adored enough to tolerate...at least for now...this spanking.
He felt Sadie's soft, warm hands now moving in slow circular caresses over his still tender bottom. 'I'm going to teach you the right way to spank,' she purred.
In the dark, he could not see her drawing back her hand, but he soon felt the stinging pain of it echoing through his supine form. 'First, you slap it hard,' she said with a firmness he had never before heard in her.
Sinking her manicured nails into the soft flesh that covered the steel muscles of his gluteus maximus, she opined, 'Then you cup it firmly.'
Her soft hands then returned to the tender caresses, which had begun the lesson. 'Then you rub it softly.'
He felt her warm breath across his skin a moment before her next words filled the dark silence, 'And last...you must kiss it all better.' He almost jerked upright as he felt her warm lips and tongue move over the tender flesh of his ass.
But the pleasure was soon greeted with another sting as he felt her teeth nip at his battered back-side. Her warm laughter filled the room as she quipped, 'Of course, sometimes a girl is just too tempted to be naughty; especially by a hot, tight, black ass like yours.'