"This is a mistake," I thought to myself. I couldn't believe I found myself in this position. How did this happen? I'm a smart, successful law professor. I should know better. Yes, I had arrived at his apartment dressed sexy, but I wasn't looking slutty. Sure my slender, toned legs looked great in my new form fitting skirt and Jimmy Choo heels. And yes, maybe I had loosened one too many blouse buttons revealing a bit too much of my increasingly heavy 40Cs. But somehow my nylons had been turned into restraints. My skirt, blouse and bra were in a pile on the floor and my lacy thong had been stuffed deep into my own mouth. I was spread eagle, face-down on the bed, my legs tied with my own nylons to bedposts and my hands secured above my head on a lead to a third post.
How did I manage to put myself at Johnny's mercy? l knew damn well that he has a predilection to rough play at my expense. If I were truly being honest, I knew the answer - I just can't resist the thought of that 22 yr-old's big, juicy cock in my mouth and I would do just about anything to have another go at it. At 49 years of age I find myself craving that obnoxious self-entitled brat - but this was a bad position to put myself in. I started to worry that I was going to sorely regret it; and the more I thought about it the quicker my heart began to race.
As he re-entered the room I cringed as I heard -snap-. Good lord, I thought, what does he have in his hand? -Snap-, even louder this time. I attempted to crane my neck and head in every direction trying to see what he was holding, but my arms were pulled too tightly over my head for me to get my chin around them.
"Hey, Marie. I've got something for ya," he laughed wryly, as he reached a hand over my shoulder and plucked the thong from my mouth.
"Um, wha..what have you got there Johnny?" I stammered.
"Just an old dog leash I found in the closet." He walked up beside me so I could see. He had it doubled-over between his hands and he continued to snap the leather strap against itself as he slackened and then quickly pulled it taut between his hands -snap- -snap- -snap-
I winced to myself. Maybe if I didn't respond he would put it aside. Wishful thinking -CRACK- it landed across my bare bottom. "God dammit, Johnny!" I wailed. I naturally tried to twist my stung bum away from another blow but the nylons didn't have enough give in them.
"Who are you kidding? You love it." -CRACK-
"Noooo!" I cried as it landed on my other butt cheek. "Please..." as I tried to catch my breath. My butt is juicy and round with just the right amount of firmness (by far my best asset, a real crowd-pleaser) - but with his strength there was no way I'd last long with that leather strap striking my bottom.