The house was a nice two-story, all manicured lawns and pride of ownership. She parked in the driveway, just as she had been ordered to do. Taking a deep breath, she left the sanctity of her car and stepped up the walk, heels clicking softly. She stood at the door, her heart racing. She was excited beyond belief.
I can't believe I'm actually doing this!
But there was no doubt in her mind that she was going to go through with it. She had been flirting with him for months, having met him in an online chat room. Their chats had quickly gone private and turned to much more as she frequently found her hands in her panties as he typed to her about the very adult things that he wanted to do to her. She had become more excited with every conversation as their discussions finally lead to her submissive nature. He had assumed a dominant role immediately, and she was hooked. Had she finally found someone to give her the spanking that she had been fantasizing about for years?
Soon, their chats turned to phone calls and, inevitably, phone sex. She would lie in bed naked, pulling her nipples or sliding her dildo in and out of her drenched pussy, following his instructions to the letter as he whispered soothingly in her ear. Many nights she fell asleep after several resounding orgasms, her thoughts on him. As their relationship progressed, they chatted about "play dates." Her fate was sealed one evening when, while masturbating on the phone as he whispered in her ear, she had promised him that she would follow his every command when they met.
And he had taken her up on her promise.
His E-mail was simple and to the point: Friday, 7PM. Follow these directions to my home. You will dress in black heels, a short skirt and an open top, displaying your cleavage. Bra and panties will not be necessary. Park in the driveway. Don't be late.
Included was a Mapquest link with the directions to his house. She had been shocked, at first, then quickly typed her reply, affirming her promise that she would do anything he said. She was so excited that she had to masturbate several times during the week in the bathroom at work, nearly getting caught on one occasion. There was some anxiety, to be sure, but she someone knew that she was going to go meet him in hopes of fulfilling one of her fantasies.
And now she was here.
Her hands shook as she reached to ring the bell. It chimed softly inside and after a moment, the door opened.
He looked just like the picture he had sent her. In his early forties, tall and blonde, with a flat stomach and strong build. He was dressed casually, slacks and a polo shirt, a smile on his face. She looked into his slate grey eyes and nearly melted.
"Hi," she said softly.
"I see you found me ok," he said, leaning forward to kiss her cheek. She was touched by the gesture, another sign that everything would be fine.
"Yes, the directions were perfect, thank you."
"Please, come in." He waved her toward a comfortable living room and a fire that raged in the fireplace.
"Make yourself comfortable. I'll be right back."
She took a seat on the couch as he disappeared into the adjoining kitchen. Before she could look around, he was back, holding two glasses of wine. Her hands trembled as she took it, smiling gratefully up at him. She sipped it, feeling the warmth spread through her. He sat next to her, gazing at her confidently, and she blushed.
"You're beautiful."
"I followed your directions," she said boldly, getting right to it, but looking down at the floor.
He took the glass from her hand and placed in on the coffee table next to the couch.
"Stand up and show me, then." That smile again.
She stood on wobbly legs, knowing what he expected from their many phone calls. She looked him in the eye as he sat before her and she was more turned on than she had ever been in her life. Maintaining eye contact, she slowly unbuttoned her blouse, her eyes never leaving his. Finished, she pulled the top out of her skirt, exposing her large, firm breasts. She knew her nipples were rock hard without even looking at them, and she knew that this would please him.
"They're perfect," he said, looking at them at last. "Absolutely perfect."
"I'm glad that you like them, sir."
Her hands went to her breasts and she began to knead and pull her nipples. She moaned loudly, unable to stop herself, and closed her eyes. She knew that he was watching avidly as she twisted her nipples, encouraging them to get even harder. She opened her eyes, grasping her left breast firmly, staring down at him. She leaned forward, bringing her breast to her mouth, and began licking at her nipple.
She could see the lust in his eyes and it made her happy.
Lowering her hands, she lifted the hem of her skirt, showing herself to him. She was freshly shaved, knowing that this, too, would please him. Her clit throbbed as he stared at her and she couldn't help herself. Her other hand found her soaked pussy, and, pulling her lips apart with her fingers, she rubbed her clit with her thumb, holding her skirt high. She moaned again.
"Take off your skirt, please."
She did so, pushing it down and stepping out of it quickly, now completely naked before him. She watched him as he looked her up and down, smiling all the while.
"Turn around, please."
She did so, leaning forward, her ass in his face. She looked back at him, smiling, then reached between her legs and again found her clit. She bit her lower lip as she teased herself, then slowly slid a finger into her dripping pussy, her eyes never leaving his.
"I didn't tell you that you could touch yourself," he said, chastising her.
"No sir," she smiled. "But you're glad I did." He laughed and her heart tumbled.
"Over my knee, please."
She moaned again, her knees nearly buckling as the anticipation ripped through her. Oh my God, he's really going to spank me!
She turned around and smiled at him. He patted his lap and she eased herself over him, her crotch pressed firmly into his knee. She was soaking his trousers already, she knew, and was glad. She felt his stiffness pressing against her belly and knew that he was enjoying himself, too.
"Knees apart," he commanded and she quickly complied.
His hands finally found her, tracing over the rounded flesh of her bottom. He pulled his hand away abruptly and she sucked in a breath, but he was only teasing her. Then his hand was between her legs, finding the source of her wetness, opening her lips.
"Hmm, very nice," he said approvingly, causing her to smile.
She felt a finger ease into her and she pushed back against it, willing it to go deeper. He slid it in and out of her, teasing her, making her squirm. Her legs shaking, she tried to remain still, losing the battle.
He pulled out of her and smacked her ass, once, hard. She jumped and squealed, and received two more, one to each cheek. Her bottom warmed and her clit throbbed. The blood pounded in her ears.
Again he smacked her, firmly, and again. She had read stories where the submissive counted each swat aloud but she was too lost in the sensation to muster a coherent thought. It took a minute for her to realize that he had stopped, then she felt him at her opening again. One finger, then two, found their way inside her as he began to masturbate her.
She moaned, or maybe screamed, she wasn't sure. He was giving it to her good and she was loving it. And then he stopped again. Once, twice, three times he smacked her ass, and she nearly jumped off his lap. She was dangerously close to cumming and ruining his slacks, she knew, but did not care.
And then it happened.
She felt something wet pressing against her anus and she tightened up.
He swatted her bottom again, several times, alternation cheeks. Her bottom was on fire, now.
