"Well," He said, still in his slow languorous manner, "I could just tell the manager what happened."
I knew that wouldn't be good. Word would get back to my agency, and I might never get any more work again. That would be really bad news.
"Oh please don't. Is there anything else we could do?"
He took his hand from my shoulder, but I didn't try to get up then. Something was keeping me rooted to the spot.
He paused, "Well, I do think that there should be some... consequences for your indiscretion. Don't you?"
"I suppose so," I said. Frankly, right then, I had no idea what that might involve. I thought I did, and I thought I could handle it... How wrong you can be.
"You suppose so?"
"I mean, yes. There should be consequences."
He sat on the edge of the bed and patted his lap. "Bad girls get spanked." he said, completely matter of fact. My heart was already beating fast, and I had been blushing since I first caught sight of his cock. But now my heart was thundering in my chest and my cheeks were burning. He saw me hesitate, and said, "Or the manager - it's all the same to me."
I couldn't afford to lose the job and this was my first day (or I wouldn't have been wearing those stupid shoes). The manager didn't know me, he'd always take the customer's side. And I suppose the towel thing really was my fault. I stood up and then knelt across his lap. I could imagine him looking down at me, seeing my arse outlined in the charcoal grey pencil skirt, the seams of my stockings down the backs of my calves; perhaps the outline of my bra through the back of my blouse. I was certain he could feel my breasts against his legs. He put one hand on my shoulders to hold me down and then I was waiting for my spanking. But first I felt him hitching up my skirt. "Oh God," I thought. "He wants my bottom bare." He hitched up my skirt around my waist - then he'd see my black thong and suspender belt.
The first slap was a surprise - I really wasn't ready for it at all. He had only just hitched up my skirt and had left my thong in place and suddenly his hand came down hard on my arse cheek. I squealed and squirmed - but his hand held me firm. The second slap was even harder and made my arse cheek feel like it was burning. I didn't know how much of this I could bear. I gasped and whispered, "Oh fuck."
Whack! At least the third was no harder than the second, but it really didn't need to be - my bum was already stinging. Whack, whack, whack. Three more in quick succession and I was biting my lip. Good grief it hurt. I wasn't going to be sitting down for a week. This guy wasn't being playful - he meant business. I didn't know how much more I was going to be able to bear. Then he was gently stroking and caressing my bum - what a relief. It felt nice, and tingled after the spanking. I was just starting to relax when he spanked me again - three more in quick succession and I was gasping. He went back to caressing my arse after that and his fingers even slid between my thighs. I couldn't help but moan, especially when his little finger brushed the gusset of my knickers.
"I think you like a good spanking." He said. He spread my legs a little and cupped my pussy in his hand. Just feeling his hand through my knickers, I knew I was hot. and he knew it too. "It is hardly punishment if you enjoy it."
He grabbed my hair and pulled me off his knee. His cock was no longer semi - erect, it was at full mast, and throbbing. I wasn't the only one who was turned on. "Take off your blouse." He said. I felt powerless - like I had no choice. Looking back, I know I did, but at the time... well, I did as I was told. I think it is a reflection of the power this man had that I would simply do as I was told. I took off my blouse as I knelt there with my skirt round my waist. When the blouse was off, he rolled it up and used it to blindfold me.
He helped me to my feet but only so he could sit me down on the bed. I could hear him rummaging about in a bag I guess and then he was putting something cold and metal on my wrist - then my other wrist. I was handcuffed. Then before I knew it, there was a ball in my mouth and a strap around my head - he tightened the ball gag so I could hardly make a sound. I think he must have used a rope to tie the handcuffs to the head of the bed. My heart was pounding in my chest now; I was moaning and trying to speak; trying to ask him to let me go. But he knew what he wanted. He slid my skirt down my legs and then I felt a rope around my ankle. He tied it round the leg at the foot of the bed. Then another rope at my other ankle and I was virtually spead - eagled on the bed.
I could sense that the man was close by - though my blouse worked as a blindfold, I could still sense light and dark just a little. I heard a strange metallic sound and couldn't work out what it was. It was right next to my ear - like he wanted me to hear it, but didn't tell me what was going on. Then I felt him pull at my bra - strap and I realized - he had a pair of scissors. He snipped through one bra strap, then the other, then cut it off altogether - pulling it off and revealing my breasts. I kind of guessed what was next, and groaned when I felt him pulling my thong from my waist and cut through the waistband. Now I was naked but for one shoe and my stockings and suspender belt - not that they left me much dignity. I tried pulling at the ropes that held me, but I couldn't move more than a few inches. I was completely at this man's mercy - and I didn't even know his name - fuck - I couldn't even see him!
I felt the scissors against the skin of my thigh, then he was cutting through my stockings all the way down my leg. Then the other leg. Another couple of snips and the suspender belt was gone too. All that was left was the remnants of my stockings on my feet, held in place by the ropes at my ankles.
He slid his hand up between my legs along my calf, past my knee - fingernails raking along my thigh until he brushed against my pussy. He slipped a finger inside me and then I realized how easy that had been - I was absolutely dripping wet. When he slipped his finger back out I wondered what was next. I didn't have to wait long before I felt his weight on top of me. He bit at my breast and my nipple and I could feel his erection on my belly. He lowered himself a little then slid his firm cock full length into my pussy. I would have gasped if not for the gag, so all I could do was moan. It felt amazing. Though I couldn't see anything - perhaps because I couldn't see anything - my sensations were all the more acute. He fucked me slowly at first then accelerated until the bed wobbled with each thrust. I felt like the room was spinning around me as he rammed his engorged cock deep into me over and over again. My whole body went into spasm as I came and then I relaxed - though he was still pounding. Suddenly he pulled out of me, and pulled off my blindfold. I could see him standing over me wanking his cock; rubbing furiously, it took only a minute before streams of hot cum erupted from him and splattered across my face and chest.
He smiled down at me. He had stayed completely silent while he fucked me, and still didn't say a word. He walked back around to his suitcase and came back with a huge pink vibrating dildo; he held it out so I could see it very clearly. I groaned as he flicked a switch to turn it on. I thought I could guess what was coming next. He slid the great vibrating dick down my chest, between my tits and across my belly. When he started to push it into me, I realized just how much thicker it was than his cock. I moaned into the gag as he slowly but surely rocked that dildo into my wet cunt. When it was all the way in, I was transported. I had never felt anything like it - never felt so full, or so used or so... well, amazing. I was euphoric, light as a feather, floating almost.
Then he went off into the bathroom and showered again. He left me there, the handcuffs chaffing my wrists and the enormous dildo filling me like never before. After showering, he shaved. After shaving he got dressed. And still he left me there watching him. He packed his briefcase, like he was ready to leave, but got something out of it. It looked like a chain. He held it up for me to see and I saw that it was a pair of nipple clamps. He carefully turned the screw to clamp each of my nipples in turn. I squealed through the gag, but he was oblivious. I thought I was going to pass out with the pleasure and pain of the sensations I was feeling. He must have known, because to bring me round, he slapped my face. When he knew I could see him, he showed me the key for the handcuffs, and put it down on top of the television.
Then he picked up the phone. "Hi - reception? This is Mr Phillip Stephens in room 316. I am going out for the day and would like someone to take a look at the bed while I am out. I think it needs adjusting." My eyes were popping out of my head. Oh my God what was he doing? "Can you send up someone from maintenance? No hurry," He went on, "I'll be out until at least six."
I nearly cried. What the hell could I do? He put the phone down, looked down at me and blew me a kiss. Then he picked up his briefcase, and left the room.
As you might be able to imagine, It was hard to trace the passage of time. And what could I do but wait? If I struggled, it felt like knives at my wrists, and my ankles were tied securely. With the gag in my mouth I couldn't call for help. All I could hope was that he'd return before maintenance showed up.
As it turned out, it wasn't the maintenance bloke or Mr Stephens who came to the door, but housekeeping. I was in a semi - conscious haze when I heard a knock at the door, and a woman's voice calling, "Housekeeping." Of course I couldn't answer, so she came in. She was in her mid - fifties with short grey hair and matronly looking - very big up - top and wearing a pink house coat. "Well, well, well!" She said, "What do we have here?"
I looked up at her trying to look like I was pleading - trying to will her to untie me. But she just went back to the door, pulled in her trolley and closed the door. She looked down at me, "I recognize you," She said. "You're supposed to be doing a room inspection, aren't you?" All I could do was nod.
