Betty is flying to a European sales conference, after a recent relationship disaster she's glad of the break. As arranged, she meets a recently hired co-worker in the departure lounge. Who, after what recently occurred in her personal life, is equally pleased to be away from home.
"Hi, I'm Betty, bit of a baptism of fire on your first day."
"Lola, pleased to meet you. Don't worry it's not my first big corporate shindig, I'm sure we're going to work together very well." The two have adjacent seats on the short flight and soon establish a rapport. They've much in common, both in their mid-'30s, employed in middle management for a multinational and living in London. Lola is blonde and curvy, in contrast to Betty's slender body and raven locks. Ensconced in conversation, the duo decides to share a cab to the swanky venue by a beach.
"Formal dinner this evening, the main business starts tomorrow," announces Betty, reading the itinerary." What say we meet on the terrace for an aperitif in an hour?"
"Love to," responds Lola. "I can't turn down a drink on expenses."
"Hi, over here," Betty waves.
Lola walks stiffly across the sun terrace and gingerly takes a seat.
"This is the life, sunshine and sea, what would you like?" Betty is already looking relaxed.
"Vodka and lime please," replies Lola, gratefully.
"Very retro," Betty summons a waiter. "Judging by the way you're walking I'd guess it was a testing weekend."
"Certainly not what I expected," concedes Lola ruefully.
"Alright, let's see, could be horse riding - except you don't look the equestrian type?"
"True."
"Maybe you took up cycling, a different kind of saddle sore?"
"Nope."
"Then I reckon things got a lot out of hand in the bedroom."
"Correct." Lola blushes, initially shy at discussing something so personal, but since this woman is so uninhibited, encouraged to talk. It's the 1990s after all, people discuss sex frankly nowadays, no need to get embarrassed. Besides, Lola's been brooding about the incident for the last 48 hours, it'll be good to unburden.
"Trust me, honey, it can't be worse than what happened to me a couple of weeks back," reveals Betty.
"Really?"
"Yup, but that'll keep, let's hear your tale of woe first. I'm surmising you and your significant other were indulging in a little roleplaying when things took an unwelcome turn?"
"Pretty close," Lola lowers her voice, "started as a bit of spanking fun, something we both enjoy."
"I can easily be persuaded in that direction too," Betty admits, "although I appreciate some warning beforehand." Lola looks relieved, her newfound friend clearly understands. "Okay", continues Betty, "set the scene, a night in, a little wine?"
"I'm glammed up, for me as much as him, a lot of guys don't get that," Lola takes up the tale. "Playing tease..." she pauses.
"No need to justify anything," says Betty, "tell me, what does your man do for a living?"
"Merchant banker."
Betty giggles. "Sorry, isn't that rhyming slang?"
"For wanker?" Lola joins in. "I'm beginning to think so. Anyway, after some kissing and fooling around, he pulls me over his knee. No problem, I love OTK, strong male hands, the closeness, a slow unveiling of my bum, feeling his excitement press into my leg. Skirt up, fanciest knickers down; spank, spank, spank - just the right amount, not too sore, just hot and pink. He holds me tightly around the waist and I pretend I can't escape."
"And..." Her companion prompts, looking on avidly.
"I'm suddenly lifted off his lap and laid on the sofa, legs spread wide. He takes off his jeans. Alright, missionary it is then, not too imaginative and kind of rushed, but I'm up for it, wet with anticipation. He slips in easily, fucking me rather nicely as my stinging botty chafes on the cushions, squirming and writhing, orgasm coming nicely to the boil." She allows a dramatic pause.
"I'm beginning to feel that way myself," says Betty. "Come on, keep talking, I need to hear how this unfolds."
"Then he pulls out."
"What!"
"Yep, I'm left gaping, gasping, and disappointed. There's a not altogether pleasant glint in his eye. 'Time we went darker,' he says. News to me."
"Darker?"
"Holds my wrists above my head with one hand - I'm thinking, yeah, that's allowed, don't mind submitting as long as you put your dick back in there pronto mister." Lola can picture the moment vividly. "Seems the man can now read my mind. 'That'll happen when I want, not when you say, first you need some special discipline," he growls."
"Uh, oh..." Betty looks worried.
"Too right," Lola continues, "sharp slaps to my inner thighs, really painful. I struggle and worse yet, he spanks my pussy - only a couple of times, but it hurts and leaves red marks. I shriek, he stops and I'm blinking back humiliated tears. 'Now to finish you off,' says mister self-appointed Dom. I'm fervently hoping he'll kiss my poor kitty better."
"Does he?"
"No way; just pushes his rampant hard-on up forcefully up my smarting pussy and fucks me. Thing is, I hate and love it at the same time. Contradictory emotions, mentally, my head's not happy, physically, my body craves cock. Despite everything I come, then so does he and seems to think everything is fine."
