Part One: Late
"Ok, I'm ready!" She entered the room a little flushed from rushing but looking fantastic in her dress and heels. The flirty, above the knee hem showed off her toned calves and made him imagine her thighs. She was late, as usual. Only a little, but 15 minutes is the difference between making the reservation and losing the reservation. He walked over and pulled her into his arms. "You look amazing. I've been looking forward to this all week," he says. He, too, is dressed up. His black dress jeans and colorful button down announce his confidence and contained power.
"Me, too. Sorry I'm making us a little late," she says.
"About that. I assumed you would be running late and actually made the reservation for and hour from now. If I hadn't, we would have already lost our reservation."
"Oh, smart you!" she says and begins to curl her arm around his neck, brushing her finger tips lightly through his hair.
"Yes, and also thoughtless you." His hand reached up to grasp her wrist. "Come with me, let's talk about this," he says as he walks with her toward the family room. Then he thinks differently and stops at the kitchen table. "Bend over and puts your hands on the table."
She is immediately wet hearing this. This is not what she imagined for the night, but the low-toned easy confidence of his voice tells her it will be a different kind of night. He moves a chair out of the way and firmly bends her over the table, pushing her chest onto the table so that her ass is slightly higher than her shoulders. "I want you to think about this through dinner tonight" he says as he runs his hands up her smooth thigh and slowly, slowly begins to raise her dress. He steps back to admire her toned ass lifted slightly by her heels and covered only by the scrap of black lace of her thong. He moves to her side and, holding one hand on her lower back, begins to swat back and forth from right to left cheek. He isn't hitting hard, but you can hear to slaps and her bottom slowly begins to redden. Every so often he stops to rub her bottom in circles, sometimes allowing his fingers to slip between her legs. He can feel the moisture begin to build. He returns to spanking and continues while her gasps become more pronounced. She reaches a point in which she is squirming and beginning to lift her foot off the ground. He is enjoying his power as he watches her ass jiggle on impact and pinken nicely.
He stops then to begin to finger her. Using one hand to penetrate, he snakes the other under her belly to stimulate her clit. She begins to moan and circle her hips a bit. Then he stops. "Do not move" he says and then steps back to observe his handywork. She complies, resting her head in her folded arms, with her chest on the table and her reddened ass in the air. He enjoys the view for a moment before leaving the room and returning shortly.
He places a butt plug on the table in her line of sight along with a dish of coconut oil, a ping pong paddle and a long thick leather riding crop. Her eyes widen a little. They have had the crop for years but never used it. He picks up the paddle. They have never used this before either. She keeps one in her pottery studio for shaping pieces. He holds the paddle above her upturned ass while he rubs her skin. He swats each side and she yips. He rubs her and waits a moment before laying four more swats on her. Her leg kicks up a little and her ass shifts to a deeper shade of red. He puts the paddle down and hooks his finger around the lace of her thong, sliding the scrap of fabric down until it is pooled around her ankle. He gently lifts one foot up to remove the thong from one heel. He then moves her foot into a wider stance, giving himself an even better view of both her ass and more. He steps back, admiring his work and ensuring she feels thoroughly exposed and observed.
"Reach back and grab your ass," he says. He can hear her intake of breath. This play has shifted a bit. He is owning his power, taking his time, ensuring that she feels the mental domination as much as the physical. She pauses and he immediately comes forward with a hand on her lower back while he delivers four quick swats with the paddle. He stops and fingers her a moment, trailing her wetness up and allowing his finger to slide up to her anus where he glides his finger lightly before stepping back. "Let's try this again, reach back and spread your ass." He can see the flush climb her neck, although it is not nearly as red as her ass. She complies though.
He pulls the chair he moved over to where he is standing, "Yeah, just like that," he says as he leaves her in this position to go pour himself a glass of wine. He returns with the wine and takes a sip. He sits down, savoring his wine while he takes in the view of her white hands holding her reddened ass. She is his to command and he will take his time. He keeps her in in this position, sipping at his leisure. "Tell me what this is like for you. Tell me your thoughts." Her mind initially goes blank. It's one thing to allow him to dominate her body and another thing to expose her mind. She doesn't speak.
"Hmmm," he says, "I thought you would have learned your lesson last time you didn't do exactly what I said. "Put your hand back on the table" he says in a low tone directly into her ear, "Now!". She does. He returns to fingering her. "Tell me what you feel", he says. She pauses and he holds his finger right at the opening of her pussy while very gently stroking her clit. She takes a breath.
"I feel an electric feeling. It's exquisite. I can feel you stroking me and I want more. I want to feel you slide your finger into me."
"Is that all you want?" he asks.
"No."
"Tell me," he says.
"I want to feel your cock. I want to feel you press into me and fuck me."
