Table Manners 3

He stepped toward her--now close enough that she could have pushed him away. She had to tilt her head up to look him in the eyes. She met his gaze and the look he gave made the hair on her arms raise a bit, but they remained at her sides. Her pulse quickened, and she wasn't sure if it was from curiosity, fear, or excitement. He didn't give her the opportunity to decide.

He took both hands on the neckline of her sun dress and tore it open, clattering buttons across the hardwood floor. One of the spaghetti straps fell off her shoulder and the dress hung half open, the other side still clinging to her cleavage. She stepped back in surprise and bumped into the wall, her left hand finding her console table and accidentally knocking a book to the floor.

He moved with her, but stayed the same distance away. He wasn't on top of her. It wasn't aggression--it was deliberate, calculated. He looped a finger under the other strap and gently pulled it off her right shoulder. The straps caught at her elbows and the fabric bunched at the waistline. Her hips held the dress up now. She was wearing a nude strapless bra; it barely contained her.

He leaned down and in, brushing her hair back from her ear, and whispered, "You're not to move without my permission." She was more puzzled by the sentence construction than the command. Her arms felt heavy, and she wasn't sure if she could move if she'd wanted to. Her lips parted. She was breathing faster and a bit shallow. He was dizzying. She managed, "Yes." "Sir," he said. Breathlessly, she replied, "Yes sir." With that, he leaned back and looked her up and down. He placed his right hand on her chest above her cleavage with surprising lightness. He tracked two fingers down between her breasts, and felt along the inside of the top edge of her bra, one side, and then the other. She had turned her head slightly to the side and was noticing his shoulders for the first time. She felt heat between her legs--had it been there? Her eyes continued down and saw the way the hem of his t-shirt was held taught by his bicep. The heat grew and she squeezed her muscles involuntarily for a moment, issuing a ripple of pleasure.

As abruptly as he had torn her dress, he pulled her strapless bra down, spilling her ample breasts. She fell back against the wall and shivered from the cool contact with her exposed shoulders. Her nipples went hard, and he gave a short, satisfied laugh. He cupped a hand under one breast and held it firmly - pushing it up and moving his thumb to trace a circle around her areola. He squeezed and pulled her breast up to his mouth as he leaned down to meet it, compelling her to shift her weight forward and lift her heels. She was off balance when his tongue looped around her nipple and he sucked on her. She let out a little moan and grabbed hold of him so that she wouldn't fall - one hand on the back of his neck and the other on his elbow. He wrapped his free arm around her waist and pulled her body up to his as he continued to tease and lick.

A few moments later, he kissed her nipple gently and withdrew. His hands were on her hips first, pushing her heels back to the floor, then he put her against the wall. He took hold of her wrists and held them above her head against the wall.

"What did I say?" he was almost growling. "What?" she managed--what had he said? He repeated, "What did I say to you?" Shit, she thought. "I wasn't to move without your permission." "That's right. Did you move?" Anxiety coiled up her spine, "Yes," and she remembered just in time, "Sir."

She felt like she'd floated across the floor. He'd let her wrists go and then gripped just below her underarm and lifted, pulling her from the living room into the dining room. He pulled the chair back from the end of the rectangular dining table and set it aside with the hand not controlling her. He moved directly behind her and guided her to face the table, holding her arms at the elbows now and pulling her back onto him. She felt his erection pressing into her ass through the thin fabric of her dress. She became acutely aware of the heat between her legs and realized she was wet.

"You're going to listen next time, and we're going to make sure of it now." She didn't know what he meant. Her thoughts were racing. What did he mean? "Say you understand," he commanded. She lied, "I understand."

She was annoyed by how fast his hands moved. They were on her in an instant and then somewhere else just as fast. She didn't feel that she could react until it was too late. She had this thought with a handful of her hair at the back of her neck in his hand as he brought her down to the table. She reached out and braced herself instinctively with both arms - elbows down, palms flat against the surface. He turned her head and laid her cheek against the polished wood and released her hair, brushing the rest of it off to one side. She stretched her arms out a bit. "Stay," he said. Her breasts were pressed up against the table, but he got his hand under one and gave it a squeeze. She wasn't sure how to react - she felt like he was about to exact some price from her, but he was being playful. Not wanting to tempt fate, she stayed still.

She exhaled sharply when she felt his hands sliding up her thighs. They didn't linger - he took hold of the waistband of her thong from either side and pulled it down to her ankles. She hadn't wanted any lines that day. Definitely didn't have any lines now, she mused to herself. He held her ankles and gently guided each foot through her panties. He hung them from one of the ears of the chair he'd set aside. He stood back up and quickly flipped her dress up, exposing her bare ass. He unclasped the bra he'd already pulled down and set it alongside her thong.

She could only see him out of the corner of her eye. He moved his hand over her bottom and then moved it between her legs - parting her and pressing his fingers firmly and flat against her pussy. She started to ache. He stepped back to the table where she could see him. He was sliding the tips of his middle and ring finger together, testing her wetness. He put the tip of his thumb in his mouth and licked his lips. "Taste yourself," he said. Whatever this was going to be, she felt it would be better if she was agreeable. She opened her mouth and he slid his fingers in. She was pleased with herself and sucked on his fingers as he slowly took them out, trying to tease him with her tongue. "Good."

"You may want to lift your head up from the table." She moved back up onto her elbows just enough so that her nipples brushed the table. She kept her head facing down. He stood to her left, and moved his left hand up under the bunched fabric of her dress and moved until he was holding her hips firmly against his body. She felt his cock through his jeans again. "I'm going to spank you now," he said, "so that I have your full attention for the rest of your lesson." Part of her had expected this the moment he'd positioned her body on the table and exposed her--but she'd never been spanked before. Guys had smacked her ass during sex, but that felt a far cry from what she imagined was about to happen. What was the rest of the lesson going to be?

"Thirty seconds," he said. The first spank landed. She'd known it was coming and she was still surprised. She jerked her head back and her shoulder blades pressed together. She kept her hands on the table, though, to her satisfaction. Fuck, that stung. The second landed before she finished processing the first. Her outstretched fingers curled into a fist for a moment before she could relax them. She felt her feet wanting to move. A third and a fourth in rapid succession and she couldn't stay quiet. She let out a half-formed "ow!" and then an "ahhh". She tried to squirm, but couldn't move with the way he was holding her hip, now tightly. His hand was cupped and he'd caught her on her sit spots alternating right and left. She lost count and started to make more noise, but it was drowned out by the loud smack every time he brought his hand back down on her ass. She brought her right hand back to protect herself, but it was met by the hand that had been holding her hip. He pinned her wrist against her lower back and struck her harder. She felt her face starting to get hot; her knees felt like they might buckle. She'd lost any sense of time--had it even been ten seconds? He was catching the tops of her thighs as well, but each time he found that tender part of her ass, it stung more and more. She wasn't crying, but she could feel tears well up in her eyes. He stopped.

She was able to relax a bit - he let go of her wrist and brought that hand up to the back of her neck and stroked down her back. His right hand--the one that had been spanking her--was caressing her ass. Was his hand hot or was it her? All she felt was heat. "Good girl," he said. "You're a lovely shade of red now." His hand moved from her ass to between her legs again. He slid a finger inside her as he moved his left hand under her body - starting at her ribs and then moving up to play with her breast. His finger moved slowly back and forth inside her, and she realized if she'd been wet before, she was dripping now. It was unexpected. He took his finger out and wiped it on the inside of her thigh and gave her a quick smack on her sit spot. She yelped.

He was standing near her head at the table again. He hadn't given her permission, so she hadn't moved. He sat down in the chair and took his shoes off. He stood back up and pulled his shirt over his head. She was watching him the whole time, trying to slow her breathing down. Her ass still stung and she felt a little bit of soreness creep in. He unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants and underwear down all at once and stepped out of them, laying them on the chair as well. She was able to see his now-naked body in full. He was big. Not his cock, well, yes, his cock too, she thought, but he was imposing. His muscles were half-hidden, but she could tell he was strong. She'd felt it already. She noticed a little bit of salt and pepper at his temples.

He brushed a tear from her cheek and ran his fingers through her hair as he moved one hand down her back, returning to stand behind her. "Now do you understand?" He asked. "I think so, sir," she replied.

"That's what will happen whenever you break your word. This is what will happen when you're good." He had his hand on her hip again, and she felt the tip of his cock slide between her lips and down to her clit. He was teasing her, and she wanted to feel him. She moved her chest closer to the table so she could arch her back, and she lifted her heels again, trying to press back onto him. He moved back as she did, maintaining contact but not letting her gain purchase. He slapped her still-flushed ass once and said, "Be patient." He raised his cock up with his hand and pushed so just the tip was inside. She let out a satisfied sigh.

He took his free hand and stroked her whole back from between her shoulder blades down until both his hands were holding her. She tilted her hips and raised her ass slightly in anticipation. In one smooth motion, he pulled her back all the way onto his cock. She moaned as a wave of pleasure crashed over her. She heard him let out a quick breath and felt a shiver in one of his hands. He stayed fully inside her for a moment and caressed her again. God, he was hard, she thought. She felt filled, ready to overflow. His hands found her hips again and he began to fuck her slowly. His rhythm was different than she'd felt before. He drew himself out slowly and then thrusted forcefully. She felt the same waves crashing, one after another, until they began to overlap.

She was bouncing on his cock now, pushing herself back as he moved forward. The pleasure was mixed with stings from his hips slapping up against her ass. Her mind rewound. He had given her a spanking--a real one. She felt embarrassment and a touch of indignation. He thrusted, a wave followed. The fucking nerve, she thought. Another thrust, and another. As the stings faded, they were replaced by heat. She wasn't embarrassed or indignant anymore. Everything she felt was heightened, and the heat flowed across the surface of skin between her legs and down to her--a hard thrust--and she lost her train of thought.

She'd put one hand on the edge of the table to give herself leverage against him. She looked back over her shoulder and saw his brow furrowing. He was staring down at her pussy as he pulled himself against her. His arms were tense. He took her elbow in his hand and pulled her back. He took a bundle of her hair at the base of her head into his grip, and with the two, pulled her all the way up against him. Her back had to arch and his cock was pressing hard inside her. She took her free hand and slid it up the hair on the back of his neck and she felt his grip relax a bit. She felt herself grinding against him reflexively. "I want you to finish me," he whispered. "I want to come in your mouth."

She lifted herself off him and turned around. She gripped his cock and looked him in the eyes. His intense look from before had a longing to it now. He'd torn off her clothes, moved her roughly, spanked her, and fucked her. Now he was saying please. She dropped to her knees and took him in her mouth. She played with his head for a few moments, circling her tongue around him clockwise and then in reverse. He had moved a hand to the back of her head, but he wasn't trying to move her. She moved her hands to the backs of his thighs and took his full length into her mouth. His cock was into her throat before she had all of him, and she swallowed a few times to massage his head. She knew he'd already been close from fucking. She backed up, sucking his whole shaft until she came back to his head. She gripped him with one hand and started stroking him, twisting her hand around him slightly as she moved. Her other hand went to massage his balls, and she tugged down on them slightly. She could feel his fingers dig into her hair as she worked. His hips starting rocking forward and backward slightly like he wanted to fuck her throat. She didn't let him last that long.

She felt hot cum spill from him. His hand gripped harder and he pushed her head down on his cock slightly. As her mouth filled, she pulled him into her throat again. When he'd finished, she let him go again, careful to suck him clean as she went. She looked up at him and swallowed. His hand moved to the side of her head, and he slowly stretched his fingers into her hair. She took his head in her mouth again, sucking gently to get any last drops and teasing him with her tongue. He bent down and kissed her deeply.

He pulled the chair over and pulled her up and onto the edge of the table in one motion. He stood in front of her and pushed her back onto her elbows. He squeezed both of her breasts together and peppered them with kisses and licks. He took a long suck on each of her nipples and then pulled up the chair.

He lay one of her legs against the table and the other over his shoulder, her foot on the back of the chair. He leaned forward and took long deliberate licks, first on either side of her inner thigh, then her pussy--lingering at the top of the latter. He pressed his tongue between her lips and began to work up and down. She felt his lips find her clit and envelop it. He was kissing her, then sucking gently, and then he began to give her short, regular licks. Her head fell back and she began to relax. She closed her eyes and concentrated on his rhythm and the pulses of pleasure that followed each stroke of his tongue.

His pace quickened and he slid a finger into her and began curling it back. She felt herself squeeze around his finger involuntarily; it made everything more intense. She started squeezing on her own, trying to match the rhythm of his tongue. It was working. He kept a steady pace, she felt her thighs begin to tighten, and she was squeezing a little harder each time. She started to come. She squeezed him with her thighs, and he moved his hands to hold her legs and back. Her hands came forward and she grabbed his head, pulling him tightly against her as she started to shake. He was still licking her. She let out a cry as she felt a strong contraction. It lasted several seconds, and she pulled his head away. He resisted by tightly grabbing her ass. He kept after her, and she had several irregular aftershocks that made her whole body contract, curling her toes. He came up for air and she managed a long exhale. Every muscle in her body began to relax and the ecstasy faded into euphoria. He gave her a long kiss between her legs and stood up.

She lay back on the table--totally satisfied, slowing her breath--and resolved not to learn anything. She wanted this lesson to be repeated.