Rosy Chan Ch 01

I was in the middle of paying for a takeaway coffee when Rosy Chan messaged me out of the blue, on a long-dormant kink site. At the outset she didn't say much, but clearly she had read my profile. Her profile, on the other hand, didn't have any face photos at all. And for all the clarity of her body photos she might as well have been wearing a bin bag. But she seemed to want to chat.

Rosy was cagey to begin with, but I matched her caginess with patience. It became apparent that she did something vague but stressful in finance in the City. She had a complicated home life about which she didn't want to say much. She wasn't sure if she even wanted actual sex. What she really wanted was to be blindfolded, restrained and spanked for half an hour. Hard. After that I should cuddle her close and tell her gently that she was a very good girl. And this was to be followed by a long slow back massage, with 1960s Cantonese pop songs playing in the background and some sort of incense burning that was probably unobtainable in the UK. After that, she hinted that I could pretty much do what I liked to her. And if it satisfied her, she wanted it every two to three weeks at a lunchtime of her choice. This was fine by me, as I worked within 10 minutes' walk of home and thought I could manage the rest (the incense might have to be negotiable).

At the first appointment I was keen to see what Rosy looked like, and when she appeared at my door she didn't disappoint. She was around 5 foot 6, nicely curvy, immaculately groomed, and under her Burberry was an expensively cut suit. We had established during our chats that she was Peranakan Chinese, and her face hinted at a complex ancestry which I found intriguing. Her jewellery was restrained, comprising discreet jade earrings and a matching pendant on a fine gold chain. Her hair was done in a boyish pixie-cut. She introduced herself with an uncertain smile, after which she looked a little unsure and nervous, and I decided the best way to put her at ease was to lay off the daddy dom part to begin with, and to adopt the persona of a professional masseur. I tried to chat easily to her as I laid out the towel and lit some candles. She managed to undress without revealing much and lay face down on the bed. I put the blindfold on her and gently handcuffed her wrists. I noticed that she had the most gorgeous butt, and had to resist the temptation to touch it. You could bounce a coin off it.

I began with gentle spanking with a paddle, just building up a rhythm. It took her a while, but eventually she relaxed and spread her legs a little. I could see her pussy was shaved, and her sweat glistened in the candlelight as it ran down her thigh and across her clit. I increased the weight of strokes and she started to give little gasps. Suddenly I really wanted to hurt her, which surprised me - but I didn't act on it, for now.

I increased the music volume slightly to cover her moaning, which was now very evident. As this was our first session I checked in with her to make sure she was OK. She nodded and then buried her face deeper in the covers.

By this point I had stripped naked without her noticing, and I straddled her across her thighs. I didn't really care if she could feel my cock hard against her or not. Let her wonder about it. I kept going with the paddle.

The next time I checked on her face I was startled to see tears running. I stopped immediately. Are you really OK? I asked. "Not really," she mumbled, and I started to reassure her I wouldn't do any more.

But she repeated "Not really.. but don't stop. You need to punish me." I thought this could go one of two ways, but then the urge to hurt her washed over me again. I resumed the spanking harder, and she let out a wail of pain. I pushed her head firmly down into the covers and said quietly in her ear - rather nicely I thought - "I'm afraid daddy isn't finished with you yet," and gave her tear-stained face a gentle kiss. She shuddered, a delicious whole body shudder. She was gasping and crying quietly at the same time, and her tears soaked into the blindfold. I turned her head gently to one side so she could breathe more easily. I'm nothing if not considerate.

At this point out of nowhere I felt a sudden burst of love for Rosy Chan. It was a strange conflicted feeling. I wanted to hurt her and yet protect her. In some ways we hardly knew each other, and yet some high degree of innate trust had been established through our intimate online chats. For the first time I gently caressed her bright red backside, and she twisted as if stung. I kept caressing, and then paused. For a moment, both of us were completely still in anticipation of what might come next.

Whole seconds passed.

Then I gave her a sudden hard smack with my bare hand. Jesus Christ did she howl. I paused and caressed her softly again, and this time let my fingers stray down her crack. She was absolutely soaking. I wanted to be inside her so badly. But after a while I resumed with the paddle.

At some point I remembered the original promise to switch to a gentle oil massage. It required a change of gear that I hadn't really thought through. I paused and looked down on Rosy. All of a sudden she looked small and lost. I slipped the restraints off her wrists and took off the blindfold. She raised her head, blinked in the light and slowly shook her head. I wondered if I had gone too far, that she was going to leave and I would never see her again. She looked up at me, puzzled now. While I was still working out what to do next, she rolled off the towel onto her side and put her arms out. I lifted the bedcovers, got in and pulled her in against me. I was getting a little confused by these contradictory signals. But as soon as she felt encircled and tightly held, she gave a long sigh and nuzzled under my chin. Somehow we were back on track.

I wanted to ask her a million questions, but it didn't seem the time. I found myself talking to her very quietly, telling her what a good girl she was and how daddy was so proud of how she had taken her beating. She wriggled and simply said "More". I said it again and again. I pulled away slightly to look at her face. Her eyes were shut and her cheeks were still tear-stained, but an uncertain smile had started to flicker around the corner of her mouth. I cupped her butt in one hand and slipped a finger down her ass, probing. She didn't stop me and I kept going. I shifted position and put a middle finger slowly deep inside her pussy, and just left it there. "Ohh daddy... I like that" she breathed.

To be honest if the session had ended right there and then, I could not have been happier.

It was at that point that Rosy remembered she was supposed to be back at work for a meeting, and time had gotten away from her (hardly surprising when you are being beaten raw by a bloke you had just met off the internet). She scrabbled for her phone in alarm. "It's OK, you can do it from here" I said helpfully. "Just make sure to switch the video off." She looked dubious about the idea, but it was obvious that she really had no option. She snuggled backwards into me so that we were spooning, and I put my arm around her. "Please keep still" she hissed, and she pressed Join.

Fortunately it was quite a large meeting and most of the speaking was being done by other people. For a while I kept still, but I knew that this wasn't going to last. Rosy babbled some brief apology about being caught in a cafe after meeting a friend, and then muted herself again. After a short while I lifted her leg slightly so my cock, still hard, could rest between her thighs. "Shhh" she muttered, but I noted that she didn't move it away, and continued to listen intently as the disembodied voices droned on. I cupped one of her small breasts and toyed gently with the nipple, until she stilled me with her free hand. I then nibbled at her ear, which she seemed to like and it clearly didn't disrupt her concentration.

Then there was a pause in the conversation and it became obvious that the others were waiting for Rosy to speak. She cleared her throat and unmuted. "Hello everyone," she began, "Yes, I can confirm that the client got the new term sheet this morning. I was actually at his office when it arrived. He seemed OK with it, I think. So, what I suggest we do is... Unnnnnhhhhhh..." And here her voice rose by almost an octave. I have to confess that I had got bored by this point, and had pushed my cock very firmly right up inside her delicious wetness. Rosy re-muted and twisted in amazement as far as she was able (given that my arm was still firmly around her), her face reddening and her mouth open in a kind of O. "What the fuck are you doing??" she blurted. I didn't say anything, but merely raised my eyebrows and gestured down at her phone. She hastily unmuted and made a wavering apology that someone had spilled something on her coat, before muting again.

"Shhh" I murmured, before she had time to protest further. "Daddy is going to fuck you now." And before she could do anything I tightened my grip around her, kissed hard the protests from her open mouth and started to pound her pussy rhythmically, still enveloping her in the spoon position. You can get surprisingly deep that way, and my cock could feel every contour of the shape of her vagina from the inside. She struggled to get out of my grip, but soon realised she wasn't getting anywhere. Her phone dropped onto the bed. "You bastard," she muttered, but I could tell straight away her heart wasn't in it. I was pushing Rosy's boundaries and so far I had not met a resistance I couldn't overcome.

She flushed and began to breathe heavily. I twisted her face toward my mouth again, but this time she kissed back fiercely, almost chewing off my tongue. I rolled over on top of her, still deep inside her from behind, held her outstretched hands down so she was completely immobile, and fucked her as roughly as I could until her orgasm arrived. It seemed to take her by surprise, and it was clear she hadn't done this for a very long time. Her reaction sent me over the edge, and any ideas about valiantly pulling out went completely out of the window. I wanted to cum inside her so badly, and I made sure my spurts coincided with the deepest thrusts, so that she would feel the warm wetness flooding right through her insides. For a long while after we didn't say anything, and eventually our breathing subsided.

"Fuck" she said. "Fuck." She looked drained and confused. Once again she looked lost, and she seemed to be looking for an exit somewhere. But I knew Rosy quite well by now, and I gathered her tightly under the covers and caressed the back of her neck, her nose pressed hard against my cheek. "Daddy loves you so much," I said, and I suddenly felt such a fierce wave of affection for this little girl that for a moment my head swam.

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We held each other wordlessly for a long time after that, her warm breath against my cheek, as the music eventually stopped, the candles went out one by one, and the evening shadows lengthened outside. Eventually I asked "Do you want to do this again sometime?"

A very long pause. "Yes," she said simply. "Yes. More than anything in the world."