Jen was finally visiting him from her far away town. They had shared so much in so many ways, but were only now meeting for the first time. It would be like meeting an old friend or lover she hoped. Still though, they had never had that flash of chemistry in person. That moment of recognition when one finds a kindred spirit. Jen wondered if they would. She only had the long weekend, possibly there wouldn't be enough time to warm up to each other. Jen doubted that would be the case. That is why she was here after all.
The cab was in his street now. She would soon find out an answer that she had been needing to know since the first time they had stumbled across each other in a computer chat room. Hey, people met through personals. People married off the net. What was the difference meeting this way as opposed to through a conventional hobby group or something? She need not convince herself. But always the voices of friends and loved ones were with her. She had come far heeding good advice from people she trusted. Now she had the conviction she would meet the person who she would trust more than anyone.
The cab let her out in front of an unassuming building. Jenny could not contain her excitement as she alit from the car. This was going to work. She just knew it. In her bones, or wherever one really knows when something is meant to be before it happens. It was a buzzer building. She rang and was let in. He was halfway down the stairs, running, to meet her. In a flurry he grabbed her luggage and ushered her up to his apartment door. Inside he disposed of her bags and gazed deep into her eyes.
Grinning ear to ear. Beaming even. In one second she knew she would do whatever this man asked of her. He broke into a laugh, a resonant, melodious rolling chuckle, and then took her in his arms in a soft embrace. Jen didn't know why but a tear came to her eye. Caught up in his grip and his infectious humor she laughed as well. It had just been so long since she had felt this real about anyone that it actually hurt in a sweet way.
" Well, welcome to my humble little world. It isn't much obviously, but it's mine, and so it's yours too. God, you really are prettier than your picture..." He stepped back to take in the sight of her. "Look at you, a full blown beauty...not that I hadn't expected it". Wow, the sincerity of his spontaneous flattery floored her. "I love short hair on a woman. On you...well...your features are so delicate. It opens your face I think, mmm, so pretty Jenny". If he stopped she might just live to take another breath. " Come see my other room, c'mon" he beckoned. Jenny followed.
It was a masculine room for sure. Good taste was evident in everything, the dark sleigh bed, expensive looking linens, the windowed view complimented by simple roman shades. Jenny found herself at his dresser. Fingering his keepsakes, some toiletries. God, there was a thick bristled black hairbrush, smooth flat wood back. A belt was carelessly unfurled, rich worn brown leather with an elegant silver buckle. A ruler too, 18 inch, old style blonde wood. Jenny hardly realized but she was entranced as she picked up each of these.
"Ha, get right to the heart of things, I see," he joked. Jenny flushed scarlet. God, had she given herself away that easy? They had shared thoughts on erotic spanking and discipline. Neither kidded themselves that their meeting would be lust at first sight, but secretly each yearned for it to be so. Now here she was, alone with him in his bedroom, handling things he might very well use on her... He interrupted her reverie. "Jenny? If I'm right, and I believe I am, why don't you change into something more comfortable. I'll be right outside, you can call when you are ready, ok"? Oh my, this was direct, she thought. Jenny thrilled with the excitement of it all, and now the anticipation of being sexual with him right now. Oh, this was so, so right. Jenny giggled and turned to her garment bag and weekend satchel as he left the room.
She couldn't be faulted for preparation. Just in case, she had told herself. Out came a pair of tight little cutoffs. Loud red open topped heels. Yellow cashmere sweater set- very '50's, snug on her firm upturned bosom. Lipstick to match her shoes. And cute white ankle socks. For panties she had a simple pair of stretchy cotton whites that held close to her ass. Putting all of this on and checking the mirror, Jenny giggled at the sexy, slutty effect. She leaned forward towards his dresser so his view would be of her from the rear, and called for him to come back. When he came in Jenny wriggled her bottom once to drive home the message. This was for him, and she wanted him.
"Oh, wow, but you are gorgeous!" he whistled in appreciation. Taking her in from head to toe was an elevated delight. Her legs were an endless length of treasure. Jenny's pert round ass, curvy beneath her shorts, was enough to make him swoon. He came to her and placed his large open hand on her ass, rubbing her shorts and starting to make Jenny hot and hungry. He pressed against her and raised his hands to the swell of her breasts. Groping them and purring he kissed the back of her neck feverishly. Now his hands reached out in front of her on the desk. They hesitated over which of the instruments to choose. Jenny thrilled to see her fate being decided this way, not knowing how stern or gentle he might be.
Jen's stomach sunk when he opted for the belt. She knew too well how much a strapping could make her squirm and yelp. She would love it, but she had thought a romantic hand spanking might have been a nice start. Jen allowed him to lead her to the foot of the bed. His hand was under her sweater on the small of her back, urging her down over the high back of the rounded base of the sleigh. She felt herself lifted and placed so her head was down on the bed, ass up and feet in the air. He had a hand around her thighs holding her steady. Jen felt completely vulnerable to him and helpless to struggle. Her only choice was to lie here and last out what was coming.
His warm hands unsnapped her shorts. Unzipped them and began working them over her butt. Now her nervous excitement really set in. Jen purred as he rubbed her smooth taut panties. It felt so good to be warmed there like this. He had the belt in his hand and pressed it between her legs, firm against her panties. Doubled over she could sense the thick cool feel of the leather. She could feel herself getting wet too. Her thighs closed around his hand, wanting him there, knowing soon he would begin whipping her. She always loved this part, just before the spanking started.
"Jenny...you do look so very lovely like this". Mmm, that rich voice, so self assured. " And I know this is what you want...So tell me please. Say you want me to whip your bare bottom. For being such a naughty girl. Say that for me Jenny". Oh, god, did she have to? Wasn't it enough to so gladly lie here with her ass sticking up for him? It was what she wanted. No doubt there. But it would hurt too. Jenny tried. She found that place in her that knew he was right. However it ended up making sense didn't matter. The truth was she was naughty, she wanted to be. She wanted to think of him doing this to make things better. That he knew she needed it and would feel so free for taking it by his hand. And knowing that it made him hot made her want it even more. Jenny finally blurted out her admission.
