She was far younger than my usual 'type.' Honestly, my usual 'type' was my wife: 72 years old, with ample breasts still very shapely and desirable; a short, petite, well greyed brunette.
By contrast, this 'woman', she was old enough not to be a 'girl'; but by my standards, such as they are... just barely. She was twenty three years old; and was seriously into 'Daddy' worship. We had chatted online for quite some time. She insisted that she was willing to do 'Daddy's' bidding.
We had met once, just to have coffee; to satisfy both of us, that the interactions between us would be safe. I had insisted that I could not host, some last ethical barrier on my part from violating the home front; although I was, obviously, prepared to cheat on my wife... in one form, or another.
She had worked out with me, her 'hard' limits; things she would not do. I was not disappointed as they pretty much parallel mine, with few exceptions. Neither of us was much into real pain, or bruising, bloodletting, or torture, etc.. She was more into bondage than I was usually comfortable with.
I was to be the 'Dom', but obviously, with limits imposed by both of our hard wired upbringing... or so, I thought.
The problem of hosting was solved by a friend lending me his place in the hills for a day; an old cabin, easily accessible by road; but with no nearby neighbors.
We would meet there for a couple of hours on a Saturday afternoon; a time my wife was usually away from home.
I arrived first to warm the place up. It did have central heating, and as it was pretty small, the place was quite cozy in a short while. The crunch of gravel on the driveway announced her arrival...
She stood five foot three and wore hiking boots with wool socks; her legs encased in the mandatory ripped jeans. She wore a short red jacket over a plaid shirt. She was quite slim with very modest breasts, but a nicely rounded ass...
We were both nervous. She may have assumed that 'Daddy' had a plan; but in truth... 'Daddy' was playing this one by ear.
It was agreed there was to be no kissing. This was not a romantic encounter. This was purely about lust... in both our minds. She wanted to make Daddy happy, and started rubbing against me. Instantly, I knew what I had to do to take charge; but how... this was very new to me.
"Back off, Julia," I insisted, "this is going my way... or no way." But in truth, what was my way? She mumbled an apology, insisting that she just wanted to please me. "Well, pleasing me means doing what I tell you."
And what might that be... hmmm, I asked myself. Well, to assert my control. I instinctively felt she needed to be punished for her initiative; so I slapped her bottom. Julia looked surprised by the suddenness of my action; but also pleased, that 'Daddy was in charge.'
I also was surprised how much I liked spanking her, "Okay Julia, drop your jeans, and be prepared for your punishment."
"Bend over for Daddy now..." the curve of her ass covered by her panties excited me; but did not arouse me. Now I slapped her bottom harder than I had previously; she yelped... just a bit. That was cool, I thought... I need to see her ass naked. So instantly, I pulled her panties down...
What a magnificent sight! I dropped to my knees and proceeded to kiss her naked bottom, tenderly, as to take away the pain of my slaps. A curious thing happened as I kissed her bottom, the kisses turned from tender to intense. I was trying to get as much of her ass cheek into my mouth as possible, sucking on the firm flesh, hungry to devour her. At times, my teeth nipped her pink flesh; and she moved, as if to escape...
"Oh no! You are not avoiding Daddy's desires." Julia had agreed she would be good; but I needed her fixed in place, so she could not escape if she reneged on her promises. I had no rope, and no experience with bondage; but, I did have my belt, and in preparing the cabin earlier, had noticed a hammer and some nails that had been used to repair the roof.
"Okay, Julia, Daddy needs you to bend over that old table. Remove your jacket and shirt and bend over face down on the table with your arms extended in front of you. "Julia removed her clothing as ordered. I did notice that her modest breasts had VERY prominent nipples which were now VERY erect.
She looked me directly in the eyes... seeing with satisfaction that I noticed this detail of her arousal, and gave me a tiny smile.
I think she was more than a little surprised and alarmed, when she saw the hammer and nails; but she was visibly relieved that their purpose was to nail my belt, which I draped over her wrists, to the table. It was not a tight fit, as I did not hammer too close to her arms; but she was secured to the table.
