I got up early the next morning. Alicia was still asleep, so I wrote her a note telling her where I was going, and ran down to the store to pick up a newspaper. She was still asleep when I got back, so I had a few minutes to myself to drink coffee and read the paper.
A little while later, I heard her stirring in the bedroom. I went in, and she was sitting up in bed.
"Good morning," I said.
"Hi," she said, a bit groggily. She patted the bed beside her. "How long have you been up?"
"About forty-five minutes," I replied.
I sat down beside her on the bed.
"What's it like outside?" she asked, as she began rubbing my back and caressing my hair.
"It's about thirty-eight degrees, clear, and a little windy."
"Good," she said. "I want to get out a little, walk on the beach. I feel like I've been inside for a month."
"We both have, what with the weather and as busy as it's been at the hospital."
She laid back down and pulled me down with her. She kissed me and rubbed her body against mine.
"You must be feeling rested," I remarked.
"I am," she said, "and I'm horny."
For the next hour, Alicia and I made love. I was glad. She hadn't felt much like it for the past couple of weeks. When we were done, lying quietly, she played with my chest and said, "I don't remember how I made it without you, Phillip. You're very special. You do such a good job of taking care of my needs, all my needs, that I don't want to ever let you go."
"Don't worry, Mistress, I'm not going anywhere."
I made breakfast for us, and then we went out walking. It had been a while since either one of us had gotten any appreciable exercise. The beach we were staying at was on a barrier island separated from the mainland by a canal. It was about three miles long and one-fourth of a mile wide. Some development had occurred, but most of the island was still untouched. Alicia and I walked almost completely around the island. Then, we got into the car, and drove over to the mainland. We did a little shopping and sightseeing. She was in the best mood I'd seen her in for a while.
We were having coffee at a diner in the small town on the mainland, when I asked, "So, what is this `something different' that we're going to try tonight?"
"You'll see tonight after dinner," she said.
"Man! The suspense is killing me," I exclaimed.
Alicia leaned over close and said, "Well, just make sure that your bottom is ready, because I'm going to wear you out tonight, boy!"
The thought sent a shiver of anticipation through me. Over the past couple of weeks, I had been spanked, but they hadn't been the loving, rather romantic prelude to sex that I often craved. Instead, I had been spanked to relieve stress, both mine and Alicia's. Now, from the playful glint in Alicia's eyes, I could tell that what she had planned for me was just what I needed. I think that she needed it, also.
We went back to the house, had lunch, and took a nap together. When we got up, it was almost three o'clock, and the sun was starting to go down. We took another walk up and down the beach. Alicia walked fast; I had to practically run to keep up. Then, we went out to dinner.
"Go take a shower," she said to me when we got back. I did so.
When I came out, she said, "Wait in the living room. I'll let you know when to come in. Come in completely naked." Then, she went into the bedroom and closed the door. A few minutes later, I could hear the shower running in the bathroom.
The wait seemed interminable. I had butterflies in my stomach from the anticipation. Finally, I heard her say, "Come in, Phillip," from beyond the door.
I opened the door and stepped into the bedroom. It was dark inside, lit only by several strategically placed candles. I caught the scent of sandalwood incense and Alicia's musky perfume. It took a few moments for my eyes to adjust. Gradually, Alicia came into view.
She was sitting in the corner, dressed in a short black leather dress and black stockings. On her feet were black, high heeled pumps. Her hair was loose and cascaded thickly over her shoulders. Her eyes glinted in the candlelight.
"Stop right there," she said quietly.
I stopped.
"Do you love me, Phillip?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Come closer."
I walked slowly over to where she was sitting. She reached up and began fondling my cock, pulling on it, stroking it. It immediately began to get erect.
"I want you to stay hard for me tonight," she said quietly. "Do what you have to do, but don't let me see your cock go soft. Understand?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Here, this is for you." She reached down and picked up a small, filligreed chain with two dangling charms. She attached the device just behind the head of my cock. Now, when I moved, the two charms knocked together, making a tinkling sound.
"Do you love me?" she repeated.
"Yes, Mistress," I whispered. And I did love her. I loved her with all my heart. I felt myself, at that moment, submitting to Alicia in a way that I'd never submitted to anyone.
"Kneel before me, then, with your hands behind you, and put your tongue to my shoe."
I looked at her. There was nothing playful in her eyes now. Instead, Alicia's eyes were hot with lust and power. We were both caught up in the little tableau we were constructing, and the slightest change in the atmosphere would ruin the mood.
I knelt before her, hands behind me. I put my tongue to her shoe, and began laving it with my tongue. I felt something tickling my hair, looked up briefly, and saw that Alicia had a leather riding crop in her hand. I went to the other shoe, and cleaned that one as well. Then, taking a chance, I began kissing her ankles and the insides of her calves, slowly working my way up her legs. She did not stop me, so I continued.
For a few moments, we floated in time. My mind and my body where in complete surrender. I concentrated on the small area of skin that I was kissing at that moment. Gradually, I approached her knees. It seemed that I could literally feel the heat from her sex on my face. I sneaked a quick look into the shadowy area between her thighs, and thought I saw something glimmer briefly in the candlelight.
"That's enough," Alicia said.
I stopped and sat back. She looked at me and smiled. Seeing that smile, I was filled with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation. At that moment, I knew that I was going to get the spanking of my life.
"Are you ready for your punishment, Phillip?" she asked.
"Oh yes, Mistress," was all I could manage to say.
"Then lean up against that wall there," she said.
I got up, placed my hands against the wall, and stuck my butt out.
"Stick your ass out more," she growled.
I stuck it out more. She smacked it with the crop. "More!" she growled again. I stuck it out as fas as I could without falling.
"Spread your legs," she snapped. I hastened to obey. "Wider!" I spread them as much as I dared.
I felt terribly exposed. The cheeks of my ass were splayed apart widely, exposing everything. Alicia ran the crop slowly up and down the cleft, lingering briefly over my anus.
"Are you still hard?" she asked.
I glanced down at my rock-hard dick, and said, "Yes, Ma'am."
"Good. You'd better be. And you'd better stay hard."
There was a silence. It seemed to drag on. Then, the air was cut by the sharp whistle of the crop as it traveled in a short arc and landed with a crack on the cheek of my ass.
I jerked and tensed. The first blow was followed by several others in quick succession. They all stung mightily. Then Alicia settled into a rhythm, a steady lashing that covered everything from the backs of my calves to the cheeks of my ass. The pain began to mount. I bit my lip to keep from crying out, but eventually, I was making short, sharp gasps and exclamations of pain.
I could feel the pain in my calves and thighs meld with the pain from my buttocks until my entire backside was one hot tormented mass. I let myself be bathed in the heat, focusing on that, rather than the stinging pain. At length, I heard Alicia say, "Okay, that's enough of that. Stand up and turn around."
I pushed back and brought myself up to a standing position. I looked down and, thank goodness, my cock was still erect.
Alicia came close, grasped my cock and squeezed it firmly. "Good," she said. "Now, lie down on the bed, face down. Spread your arms and legs."
It hurt to walk. I glanced at myself for an instant in the mirror, and was a bit shocked at what I saw. My legs and buttocks were crisscrossed with red, angry-looking welts. I was walking hunched over like an old man with degenerative spinal disease.
I lay down on the bed, spread-eagled. For just a few moments, I closed my eyes and rested, absorbing the feeling from my stinging backside. I felt that I was no longer in control of anything that happened to me. I was completely at Alicia's mercy. The thought, while in one way terrifying, was in another way comforting. I would have to trust in her love and restraint. While my punishment that night might be severe, as long as she did it in love, I could take it.
I felt something go around my ankle, then get pulled tight. Then something went around my other ankle. It too was pulled tight. Something went around my right wrist. I opened my eyes and saw Alicia bending down and tying one of the wrist restraints we used at the hospital, to the frame of the bed. Then, she went around to my left wrist, and did the same.
Now in four-point restraint, I was completely helpless. I closed my eyes again, grinding my hard cock, with its attached bauble, into the bed. I sensed Alicia near, and opened my eyes. For a moment, I could see nothing. There was something in front of my eyes. It was the wooden hairbrush. Alicia touched it to my lips, and I kissed it.
