Revenge Is Sweet

Revenge Is Sweet

The first time I met her she was drunk, obnoxious and downright vindictive. The first steps to her rehabilitation took place that night, although neither of us dreamed of the consequences of her actions at the time.

I had been in town meeting a few friends; taking in a concert, and afterwards dinner in a Thai restaurant, followed by an hour or two in a club watching a local band blow the cobwebs away. By the time I got back to my car it was about 1am. It was a fine summer night, warm, but with a little breeze keeping things cool.

As I turned into the street where I'd parked my car I could hear, and then see some commotion up ahead. It soon became obvious that there was a party taking place at the house, close to where I'd left the car. Party goers in their late twenties and early thirties were smoking and drinking on the pavement, glasses and cans in hand, while music blared from the open windows and door.

A girl, no, a woman was sitting on the front of my car, and I thought she'd just get off when I opened the car door, so I got in and started the engine. She never moved apart from looking back over her shoulder and insolently sneering at me. She mouthed, 'fuck off,' as clearly as if she'd said it in my ear. I switched off the engine and got out to ask her to move. 'Excuse me please,' I said politely. 'I need to you to get off the car so I can get home.' She looked at me as if I was a dog shit.

'Wasting your time,' she said, her speech slurred. This was going to be difficult I told myself.

'Why am I wasting my time?'

'Cos I'm not fuckin' gettin' off, so you're wasting your fuckin' time.' She smirked to her friends, and seemingly as drunk as her, they laughed and giggled too. A couple of the other girls, who seemed younger than her, joined her in sitting on the front of my car.

'Come on girls, I need to get home,' I pleaded. A couple of male friends joined them, adding an air of menace to the proceedings. 'You're going to damage the bonnet with you all sitting on it,' I protested. They didn't like that, and she rounded on me.

'Are you saying we're fat cunts?' she snarled. 'You cheeky bastard, I'll show you damage,' and as she said it she got to her feet, standing on the bonnet of my car and jumped up and down with just about the highest spike heeled shoes I'd ever seen. Within seconds the paintwork was pock-marked with indentations where her heels punched into the metal, and all the while she screamed abuse at me, calling me every nasty name her drunken brain could conjure up.

I tried to stop her, but she took a vicious kick at me, which was her undoing - she missed, and off balance, she fell from the car, first landing with an almighty thump on the bonnet, making a large dent, before sliding off onto the pavement. By this time her friends had backed off, looking shocked, the guys shaking their heads in disbelief. Despite what she'd done, I went to see if she was OK - I needn't have bothered.

'OK? Of course I'm OK you cunt,' she spat, trying drunkenly to get to her feet. As I turned to leave her, she reached out, whether to use me as the closest support to assist getting to her feet, or deliberately, I'll never know. The end result was that she pulled my trousers down. As I hurriedly pulled them back up, she started laughing, making fun of my underpants, etc. Her friends were laughing too. Furious, I got into my car, but she followed, and spat on me, calling me a fucker. Thoroughly pissed off and humiliated, I said to her very quietly as the car pulled away.

'I'll get you for this. I won't forget your face, and I'll teach you a lesson you'll never forget.' She took a step back, looking frightened. Maybe the vehemence in my voice got through the drunken haze, but suddenly she didn't look so cocky although it only lasted for a fleeting moment. I smiled at her, and drove away, but only as far as the end of the street, where, parked out of sight behind a white van, I could keep an eye on the party and wait for my moment.

It came sooner than I expected, for within half an hour she came swaying and lurching down the path of the house, and along the road, away from me. I let her get to the end of the road before I started the engine and followed her from a distance as she turned the corner. In a series of stops and starts I followed her home.

Come Monday morning, I hit the local library, and looking through the electoral register, I soon had her name and her flat number, which led me to her door that evening around 7pm. I rang the doorbell and waited, and after a short delay, the door, rather unexpectedly opened. She looked completely different from the drunken bitch that had damaged the car and humiliated me, but it was her nonetheless. 'Sorry, my intercom isn't working, can I help you?' she asked, smiling. I handed her an envelope; she looked puzzled. 'What's this?'

'It's an estimate for the damage you inflicted on my car on Saturday night,' I said, pointing to my car parked in front of her building. She looked shocked, and said she couldn't remember doing it, so I filled in the blanks for her in graphic detail, finishing with her pulling down my trousers, spitting at me, and humiliating me, when I was trying to help her despite what she'd done. She looked suitably humbled. 'I've included my address and you can send me a cheque when the job is done,' I said sternly.

'Oh God, I'm so sorry. I don't normally drink, but I definitely had too much on Saturday. I can't remember a thing. Was I awful?' she asked.

'You were worse than awful. Even your friends were shocked by your behaviour. You threw a tantrum like a spoiled child; I thought you needed a good spanking. You were completely out of control. It's hard to equate the woman I saw on Saturday night with the woman I see now - you're not a silly teenager, you're old enough to know better,' I finished.

'Yes, yes, I take your point. Please just have your car repaired, let me have the final bill, and I'll send you a cheque. I apologise, again, I really am sorry and thoroughly ashamed of myself.' It was hard to be nasty to her despite what she'd done, and it was like dealing with a different person from the harridan I'd met on the Saturday night, so I left it at that. A few weeks later I sent her the bill as agreed.

A couple of nights later the phone rang. It was her; she'd got the bill and had my cheque made out ready for me. She was going to be in the area in about half an hour and suggested I meet her at a coffee shop just down the road from my house. I agreed, and met her there at the agreed time. She smiled as I approached her table, and offered me a cup of coffee. She looked lovely and I found myself very attracted to her, but refused her offer and sat down. 'I thought I might get you a cup of coffee, kinda make up a little bit for the inconvenience I've caused you,' she explained smiling nervously. I wasn't going to let her off the hook as easy as that

'I think it may take a little bit more than a cup of coffee to do that,' I said. The smile disappeared, and we both sat there in silence.

'Well, this is rather awkward,' she said, opening her handbag and handing me a cheque for the amount due. I thanked her and put it in my inside pocket, getting up to leave. 'Look, stay for a moment or two,' she requested, 'please. I feel so bad about all this, so guilty; it's not at all like me to do what I did. It was completely out of character. I asked my friends about it, and they've said I was so bad that they actually felt embarrassed to be in my company.

I've been thinking about it a lot, maybe you're right, maybe I was out of control like a spoiled kid having a tantrum, and maybe I do need something to remind me to behave in future. You said I needed spanked - OK, if that's what it takes to make it up to you, spank me!'

'What? Spank you?' I said in astonishment. She looked down at her hands, very embarrassed, but said nothing. 'Well, you certainly deserve it,' I agreed. 'So, you'd agree to come to my place now and be spanked, is that what you're telling me?' She nodded, still looking at her hands on her lap, so I decided to go along with her proposal to see if she would go through with it. 'OK then, let's do it, just follow me,' I said, and she got up and followed me meekly, out of the coffee shop and along the road to my place.

She was very quiet, so I said, 'Are you sure you want to do this, you don't have to you know?' For now it was me that was feeling a little sorry for her, although I was getting excited at the prospect of smacking her pert little bottom. She had a great figure, slim, but with real womanly curves, wearing a short skirt which showed her beautiful slim and shapely legs. She really was something rather special in my estimation. She nodded.

'I said I'd do it, and I keep my promises,' she said with a note of determination in her voice, although I couldn't help but notice there was a slight quaver there too. She was nervous, maybe a little scared as well, and I couldn't help but admire her courage. The girl had character I thought, so unlike the bitch I'd met weeks previously.

Within minutes I was fishing out my keys and opening the door. I let her go in before me, admiring the arse I was soon to be spanking. In the lounge she turned to me as if to say, 'Here we are what next?'

'Would you like a glass of wine before we start?' I offered, not quite sure how to proceed. She laughed.

'Isn't that what got me into all this trouble in the first place? No, let's just do it - how do you want me?' I stood there and thought about it for a moment.

'Ok, how about if I sit in the middle of the sofa and you sort of arrange yourself over my lap? That way the upper part of your body and your legs will be supported by the couch, and you'll be more comfortable.' She agreed to that, and I sat down on the couch, and she arranged herself as I suggested quite compliantly. There she was, a solid, well-toned, living and breathing, sexy woman stretched across my lap, with the heat of her body permeating my trousers, giving me a right hard erection.

Right then I would have defied any red blooded male to have reacted differently. I just sat there for a minute or two, admiring her figure, savouring the moment. She wriggled a bit trying to get comfortable, which didn't do my cock any harm at all. The short skirt hiked a little higher, and I thought it was traditional in this situation to smack the bottom when it was bared, so without so much as a by your leave, I tugged the hem of her skirt higher still until it was around her waist. She looked back over her shoulder but said nothing, so I smiled at her, and she smiled a nervous half smile in return.

'How many?' I asked. She looked puzzled, 'how many smacks?' I explained, and she told me as many as I thought she needed. Again I looked at her lovely bottom. I ran my hand across her cheeks; over her smooth, smooth skin and she shivered uncontrollably. She was wearing the smallest white panties I've ever seen, the material going between her cheeks and disappearing completely, but reappearing further down where the they material broadened slightly, but concealed next to nothing. Her labia were fully visible, and fully shaven and my cock twitched uncontrollably. If she felt it, she said nothing, but she did squirm a little bit, making my condition a whole lot worse.

I gave her two good hard smacks, one on either cheek and again she squirmed a bit. I looked at my handiwork, her bottom already turning a rosy, pink colour, and then gave her another two on each cheek. This time she squealed a little, and I knew it was hurting because my hand was stinging too. I reached down, a hand on either side of her hips, hooked the minute waistband of her panties and, 'skinned," them over her bottom, down and off. I expected her to protest, but again she just looked back at me.

Was that tears, I saw in her eyes, but she looked away quickly and I couldn't be sure? Again I stroked the lovely skin of her arse knowing it must be ultra-sensitive now. I could feel the heat emanating from her pink skin. She made a little whimpering noise as I stroked her buttocks, and whether it was from pain or pleasure I wasn't sure. I carried on, getting into a fine rhythm, first smacking her fine arse, laying down a pattern which soon saw her entire bottom turning an angry red, and then stopping to massage her cheeks a little, giving her some relief from the pain before continuing.

She was squirming across my lap almost continuously now and who could blame her, but it wasn't helping my cock to behave itself. As she squirmed I noticed her legs gradually drift apart, so I could get a much clearer and unobstructed view of her pussy. I leaned over to get a clearer view and saw that her shaven pussy was open and wet. She was most obviously excited, and then her whole body shuddered, and I realised she was crying. Enough was enough; I'm not a cruel person.

'Hey c'mon, that's it, no more, you've had enough,' I said, caressing between her shoulder blades to comfort her. She turned towards me, tears in her eyes, raising herself from the couch, and I thought she was getting off the couch, but came into my arms instead, to be consoled I thought, but she hungrily attacked my mouth and suddenly we were kissing, feverish, desperate, almost instantly out of control. I slipped my hand between her legs, and she welcomed my touch, opening wider to accept my hand. She was moaning, gasping for breath, pushing her mouth against mine, tongues interlocked. She pushed herself hard against my invading hand, her wetness liberally coating my fingers and she quite simply exploded, moaning, no, screaming with pleasure. She shuddered and trembled, her orgasm almost frightening in its intensity until at last it began to fade, and she fell back across my lap, still gasping for breath.

'Oh god,' she whispered, 'I've never felt anything so strong and so utterly intense as that before. I'm shattered.' After a moment or two she realised what she's said, and opened her eyes. 'Hey, don't listen to me, my mind is like mush after that,' and she smiled radiantly at me as she turned over and unzipped my trousers, freeing my aching cock. 'Mmm... very nice,' was all she said as she stroked me firmly but gently with her beautiful hands before she took my hardness in her mouth, the hot velvety lips and her hand working in conjunction with each other, soon making me feel like I'd just won the lottery.

I let my hand slip between her legs again as she worked enthusiastically at the task in hand, and my efforts with her gorgeous pussy were rewarded by the same eager moaning and squirming as before. My stupid male pride made me try to last as long as possible, but with a mouth and hands as talented as hers I finally admitted defeat, and felt myself come, flowing out in powerful spasms into her mouth. She swallowed, and gulped, and her pussy squirmed more urgently, no doubt excited by her ability to make me come. She followed me less than a minute later, bucking and wriggling, moaning loudly that she was coming again.

After a few minutes I said, 'How about that glass of wine now?' She slid off my knees, and stood up, pulling her skirt down to a more, 'respectable,' position. She thought a glass of wine was a good idea and I went through to the fridge and came back with the bottle and two glasses. She sipped the wine very slowly. 'What made you offer to be spanked, because let's face it, you could have just paid me the money and gone out of my life forever without so much as a backwards glance?' She was quiet for a moment or two, and I just let the silence hang there, leaving her to gather her thoughts until finally she spoke.

'I was really ashamed of what I'd done, but you're right, I could have just paid up, and I could have walked away, but you were actually very nice to me about it. You could have ranted and raged, but you didn't. You actually hit a nerve when you said I deserved to be spanked, because, if the truth be told, I've always had a fantasy about a man dominating me and spanking me for being a bad girl. Well, I'd been bad, no doubt about that, and here was a nice man saying I needed a spanking, it seemed sort of appropriate, so that's why I offered. Now I feel much better in every way.' She smiled wickedly at me, and snuggled up closer, 'Thank you so much that was just what I needed.'

Well, that was the start of a beautiful relationship; we're a couple now and thinking of moving in together. She's a beautiful, sensual woman, and I feel privileged to be her partner. It's funny how the most unlikely people end up together, but as someone famous once said, 'It's a funny old world.'

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