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  1. I haven't posted for a while--been working too many long hours. But after missing a deadline recently, I remembered this story I wrote and thought I'd share it. If you don't like stories with sex, this one won't be for you. It's M/F, sex and spanking. Liaisons apres Business Vivian smoothed the white silk dress over her hips, wiggling so the silky material fell to her mid-thighs. She tossed back her frosted brown hair and knocked solidly on the hotel room door. Brad opened wide the door to the suite, his bare chest muscled and firm, his jeans faded, a sharp contrast to the suits he usually wore when they were on the job together. He ushered her in, slipping an arm around her and relieving her of her leather tote bag as he kissed her hungrily. The lights were already dim and the bed turned down. Two glasses surrounded an ice bucket with a fancy bottle tucked in it. Neither, though, showed thirst for anything but each other. Stepping into the center of the room, hands wandering over each other, lips locked passionately, Brad reached for the zipper of her dress, pulling down the metal tab and then backing up so her gown could slide off her, leaving her clad in white lace panties and bra. "You dim the stars with your beauty," he whispered to her. He kissed her shoulder, biting it lightly. "Such poetry will get you everything you want," she whispered back, wrapping a lock of his hair around her finger and pulling his lips to hers. They kissed again and he lifted her by the waist and carried her over to the bed, laying her down on it as he continued to kiss her. She smiled up at him and said, "Why, hello, there." "I thought this hour would never get here," he said as he unbuckled her bra and lowered his mouth onto one of her plump breasts, sucking on it and flicking her nipple with his tongue. "All day long you drove me nuts in that conservative blue suit of yours. I didn't dare talk to you knowing what we had planned for tonight." Vivian wrapped her legs around Brad's waist and pulled him closer to her. With one hand he freed her other breast and caressed it while continuing to nurse on the first. She scratched his back lightly and then reached down and undid his pants, helping him to slide out of them. Rolling on the bed, they explored each other slowly, kissing and caressing each other's familiar flesh, curves and muscles. After a few moments, Brad stood and came back with his tie. Gently, he took Vivian's arms and tied them behind her back as she sighed with delight. Grabbing an ice cube from the champagne bucket, he began to circle her breasts and draw designs down her front as she gasped and moaned with the exquisite pleasure of it all. He drew a line down to the bottom of her tummy, circled her belly button and then lifted the ice cube momentarily. "You're so hot down here," he said huskily, "I don't think it will take long for the ice cube to melt." With those words, he began tracing the folds between her legs, spreading her legs and searching until he found her clitoris. Watching as she moaned, he pressed against it, lifting and then returning the ice cube. He then lowered it and slipped the ice cube deep inside her and returned his tongue to her clitoris, taking it lightly between his teeth and then beginning to warm it with his tongue. In no time at all, she was moaning his name, trembling in passion and quaking in what he knew to be her orgasm. He played with her, strumming her, taking her up and down until she collapsed back on the bed, limp and gasping for breath. He kissed her again between her legs and then worked his way up her body, kissing her as he went. When he got to her lips, she met him passionately, still in a state of abandon. He reached behind her and untied her wrists, tossing his tie to the side and then held her as she came back down, kissing her face, neck and shoulders. After a few moments, she rolled over on him, pressing him into the pillows and said, "My turn, big guy." He smiled and put his hands behind his head, watching as the lovely brunette moved quickly between his legs, spreading them out to make room for her body. She first, ever so gently, took his balls into her mouth, immediately surrounding them with her warm, wet juices, rolling them softly back and forth with her tongue, playing contentedly and slowly with them. He moaned and closed his eyes. After warming them with her mouth, she let his balls slide out of her mouth and into her hand, where she continued to stroke them. Her tongue began traveling up and down his cock, circling it, playing with it, tracing the veins that were soon pulsing. She breathed hot air over his tip and let her hair fall to tickle his thighs. Slowly she stuck out her tongue and began to play, coaxing out the pre-cum, spreading it on her lips. Finally, Brad moaned and ordered firmly, "Suck it." She smiled, but held off obeying, teasing him some more first, circling her fingers around the base of his manhood and moving his cock back and forth across her closed, wet lips. He reached down and grabbed her hair, moaning, "You tease!" She relented and parted her lips and he immediately pushed her head forward, entering her mouth quickly. she immediately began moving up and down, circling him with her tongue, servicing him the way she knew he liked. Her excitement grew as he felt his passion rise, his cock throbbing more quickly in her mouth. She increased her speed, matching the electricity she could feel coursing through him and it wasn't long at all before her mouth was filled with hot, salty cum, an ambrosia she swallowed, careful not to lose even a drop of it. A half hour later, after they had dozed happily in each other's arms, they moved to the shower, soaping each other down and starting to talk about their day at the office they shared downtown. It was the end of a long week and both were celebrating the completion of a months-long project. "You really did an amazing job on that marketing package," Vivian said as she rinsed the soap off Brad's back. "And your cover design went perfectly with it--and we got the whole proposal in six hours before the deadline," he said. "Oh, shit!" Vivian said, freezing and then jumping out of the shower and grabbing a towel. She ran for her totebag and pulled out her Macbook, firing it up. Brad turned off the water, dried up and came out just as she was sending off an email. "What's going on?" Brad asked. "Dumb! Dumb! Dumb!" she said. "I was so excited we got all the approvals and that it was finally done, I forgot to email the proposal to the client." Brad looked at the clock, in a half hour, it would have been too late and the team's work would have been lost. "You...you didn't send it??" "Well, I did now," Vivian said. "But that was cutting it close." Brad looked at his sopping wet lover in disbelief. "You would have been fired. We all might have lost our job if the contract fell through." Vivian nodded unhappily. Brad took Vivian by the arm and walked her over to the hotel's armchair. Sitting in it, he pulled her over his lap, face down. "I haven't done this for a long time, but you obviously need the discipline," he said, grabbing her arm and pinning it behind her back. "Brad, please, no, I got it in...no harm was done." "A lot of harm could have been done because of your carelessness on what was an important project for all of us." He raised his hand and brought it down hard on her wet bottom, leaving an immediate red mark. She squealed and he hushed her, "We're in a hotel. I suggest you keep it down." He then began spanking her with moderate, steady smacks, smacks that echoed across the room. she objected, "Brad, please, we're in a hotel room....your spanks can be heard." "If you're lucky, they'll think I'm practicing percussion," he said and began spanking her harder and faster. She twisted and squirmed in her lap, her wet bottom stinging. She breathed heavily, trying not to cry out, but the tears soon fell from her eyes and she kicked her legs up and down, trying to escape the blows. Brad never believed in short spankings. His goal was to make them as memorable as possible and he knew that took time. He continued to spank, covering her bottom until it glowed a bright cherry red. Brad paused for a few moments, rubbing her crimson bottom and letting her get control of herself. He then shifted her over his left leg and locked her legs in place with his right leg. "You're getting ten more smacks with my hand," he said. "And if you're lucky, I won't spank you again in the morning. Count them," he ordered, flattening his hand so it would hit like a paddle. Vivian sobbed, but nodded. The first blow caught her by surprise and she yelped before saying, "One, thank you, sir." The second blow landed on the other cheek, just as hard and firm as the previous one. Again, she obediently said, "Two, thank you, sir." Brad continued, covering her bottom well, until by the last slap, she was limp and crying over his lap. He let her lie there for a few moments and then pulled her up into his lap, wrapping his arms around her and holding her until she was calm again. "It's good you remembered before it was too late," he said. "And you've paid the price now. No one else needs know about your mistake. You're forgiven." She lifted her head and looked into his eyes with a half-smile on her face. "Thank you, Brad...for keeping it secret and for punishing me yourself." "You deserved it, my girl." Vivian rubbed her bottom ruefully and nodded. She then got a gleam in her eye as she reached down between Brad's legs where he had grown hard again while spanking her. She stroked him and said playfully, "I can think of a few things we could do with my sore bottom up in the air so I don't have to sit on it." He grinned slowly and helped her to her feet. "Perhaps you'd best show me, my minx." She walked over to the bed and then got on her hands and knees, her legs spread, She lowered herself to her elbows and then turned to Brad with a wink and said, "Come and get me."
  2. I haven't posted for a while--been working too many long hours. But after missing a deadline recently, I remembered this story I wrote and thought I'd share it. If you don't like stories with sex, this one won't be for you. It's M/F, sex and spanking. Liaisons apres Business Vivian smoothed the white silk dress over her hips, wiggling so the silky material fell to her mid-thighs. She tossed back her frosted brown hair and knocked solidly on the hotel room door. Brad opened wide the door to the suite, his bare chest muscled and firm, his jeans faded, a sharp contrast to the suits he usually wore when they were on the job together. He ushered her in, slipping an arm around her and relieving her of her leather tote bag as he kissed her hungrily. The lights were already dim and the bed turned down. Two glasses surrounded an ice bucket with a fancy bottle tucked in it. Neither, though, showed thirst for anything but each other. Stepping into the center of the room, hands wandering over each other, lips locked passionately, Brad reached for the zipper of her dress, pulling down the metal tab and then backing up so her gown could slide off her, leaving her clad in white lace panties and bra. "You dim the stars with your beauty," he whispered to her. He kissed her shoulder, biting it lightly. "Such poetry will get you everything you want," she whispered back, wrapping a lock of his hair around her finger and pulling his lips to hers. They kissed again and he lifted her by the waist and carried her over to the bed, laying her down on it as he continued to kiss her. She smiled up at him and said, "Why, hello, there." "I thought this hour would never get here," he said as he unbuckled her bra and lowered his mouth onto one of her plump breasts, sucking on it and flicking her nipple with his tongue. "All day long you drove me nuts in that conservative blue suit of yours. I didn't dare talk to you knowing what we had planned for tonight." Vivian wrapped her legs around Brad's waist and pulled him closer to her. With one hand he freed her other breast and caressed it while continuing to nurse on the first. She scratched his back lightly and then reached down and undid his pants, helping him to slide out of them. Rolling on the bed, they explored each other slowly, kissing and caressing each other's familiar flesh, curves and muscles. After a few moments, Brad stood and came back with his tie. Gently, he took Vivian's arms and tied them behind her back as she sighed with delight. Grabbing an ice cube from the champagne bucket, he began to circle her breasts and draw designs down her front as she gasped and moaned with the exquisite pleasure of it all. He drew a line down to the bottom of her tummy, circled her belly button and then lifted the ice cube momentarily. "You're so hot down here," he said huskily, "I don't think it will take long for the ice cube to melt." With those words, he began tracing the folds between her legs, spreading her legs and searching until he found her clitoris. Watching as she moaned, he pressed against it, lifting and then returning the ice cube. He then lowered it and slipped the ice cube deep inside her and returned his tongue to her clitoris, taking it lightly between his teeth and then beginning to warm it with his tongue. In no time at all, she was moaning his name, trembling in passion and quaking in what he knew to be her orgasm. He played with her, strumming her, taking her up and down until she collapsed back on the bed, limp and gasping for breath. He kissed her again between her legs and then worked his way up her body, kissing her as he went. When he got to her lips, she met him passionately, still in a state of abandon. He reached behind her and untied her wrists, tossing his tie to the side and then held her as she came back down, kissing her face, neck and shoulders. After a few moments, she rolled over on him, pressing him into the pillows and said, "My turn, big guy." He smiled and put his hands behind his head, watching as the lovely brunette moved quickly between his legs, spreading them out to make room for her body. She first, ever so gently, took his balls into her mouth, immediately surrounding them with her warm, wet juices, rolling them softly back and forth with her tongue, playing contentedly and slowly with them. He moaned and closed his eyes. After warming them with her mouth, she let his balls slide out of her mouth and into her hand, where she continued to stroke them. Her tongue began traveling up and down his cock, circling it, playing with it, tracing the veins that were soon pulsing. She breathed hot air over his tip and let her hair fall to tickle his thighs. Slowly she stuck out her tongue and began to play, coaxing out the pre-cum, spreading it on her lips. Finally, Brad moaned and ordered firmly, "Suck it." She smiled, but held off obeying, teasing him some more first, circling her fingers around the base of his manhood and moving his cock back and forth across her closed, wet lips. He reached down and grabbed her hair, moaning, "You tease!" She relented and parted her lips and he immediately pushed her head forward, entering her mouth quickly. she immediately began moving up and down, circling him with her tongue, servicing him the way she knew he liked. Her excitement grew as he felt his passion rise, his cock throbbing more quickly in her mouth. She increased her speed, matching the electricity she could feel coursing through him and it wasn't long at all before her mouth was filled with hot, salty cum, an ambrosia she swallowed, careful not to lose even a drop of it. A half hour later, after they had dozed happily in each other's arms, they moved to the shower, soaping each other down and starting to talk about their day at the office they shared downtown. It was the end of a long week and both were celebrating the completion of a months-long project. "You really did an amazing job on that marketing package," Vivian said as she rinsed the soap off Brad's back. "And your cover design went perfectly with it--and we got the whole proposal in six hours before the deadline," he said. "Oh, shit!" Vivian said, freezing and then jumping out of the shower and grabbing a towel. She ran for her totebag and pulled out her Macbook, firing it up. Brad turned off the water, dried up and came out just as she was sending off an email. "What's going on?" Brad asked. "Dumb! Dumb! Dumb!" she said. "I was so excited we got all the approvals and that it was finally done, I forgot to email the proposal to the client." Brad looked at the clock, in a half hour, it would have been too late and the team's work would have been lost. "You...you didn't send it??" "Well, I did now," Vivian said. "But that was cutting it close." Brad looked at his sopping wet lover in disbelief. "You would have been fired. We all might have lost our job if the contract fell through." Vivian nodded unhappily. Brad took Vivian by the arm and walked her over to the hotel's armchair. Sitting in it, he pulled her over his lap, face down. "I haven't done this for a long time, but you obviously need the discipline," he said, grabbing her arm and pinning it behind her back. "Brad, please, no, I got it in...no harm was done." "A lot of harm could have been done because of your carelessness on what was an important project for all of us." He raised his hand and brought it down hard on her wet bottom, leaving an immediate red mark. She squealed and he hushed her, "We're in a hotel. I suggest you keep it down." He then began spanking her with moderate, steady smacks, smacks that echoed across the room. she objected, "Brad, please, we're in a hotel room....your spanks can be heard." "If you're lucky, they'll think I'm practicing percussion," he said and began spanking her harder and faster. She twisted and squirmed in her lap, her wet bottom stinging. She breathed heavily, trying not to cry out, but the tears soon fell from her eyes and she kicked her legs up and down, trying to escape the blows. Brad never believed in short spankings. His goal was to make them as memorable as possible and he knew that took time. He continued to spank, covering her bottom until it glowed a bright cherry red. Brad paused for a few moments, rubbing her crimson bottom and letting her get control of herself. He then shifted her over his left leg and locked her legs in place with his right leg. "You're getting ten more smacks with my hand," he said. "And if you're lucky, I won't spank you again in the morning. Count them," he ordered, flattening his hand so it would hit like a paddle. Vivian sobbed, but nodded. The first blow caught her by surprise and she yelped before saying, "One, thank you, sir." The second blow landed on the other cheek, just as hard and firm as the previous one. Again, she obediently said, "Two, thank you, sir." Brad continued, covering her bottom well, until by the last slap, she was limp and crying over his lap. He let her lie there for a few moments and then pulled her up into his lap, wrapping his arms around her and holding her until she was calm again. "It's good you remembered before it was too late," he said. "And you've paid the price now. No one else needs know about your mistake. You're forgiven." She lifted her head and looked into his eyes with a half-smile on her face. "Thank you, Brad...for keeping it secret and for punishing me yourself." "You deserved it, my girl." Vivian rubbed her bottom ruefully and nodded. She then got a gleam in her eye as she reached down between Brad's legs where he had grown hard again while spanking her. She stroked him and said playfully, "I can think of a few things we could do with my sore bottom up in the air so I don't have to sit on it." He grinned slowly and helped her to her feet. "Perhaps you'd best show me, my minx." She walked over to the bed and then got on her hands and knees, her legs spread, She lowered herself to her elbows and then turned to Brad with a wink and said, "Come and get me."
  3. This is "Chapter 1" of a story that I haven't written any more chapters for yet (and right now my RL writing load is so heavy, it will be awhile before I can write any new spanking fiction). However, I also think this story stands alone. Spoils of War Chapter 1 King Tybalt, the young leader of Riven, scanned the room where the scribes were busily recording the details of the peace talks. His country had suffered much during the course of these wars and the clamor was loud to punish Wredia for its aggressions and the atrocities its soldiers committed throughout the course of the war. So far, the treaties did just that. Wredia would pay Riven an annual tribute, heavy financial reparations for the damage they had done. Large swathes of land had been signed over to Riven, land rich in agricultural potential as well as several miles worth of forest. But there was something else the young king wanted, something he knew would help prevent future aggression. He needed hostages. He had already determined that five would be enough, five who would be taken to Riven and treated well so long as the treaties were honored. They would all be children of nobles of the land and he would foster them out to good homes in his land with people he could trust. All that is, except one. He would take one adult hostage. "Lord Jaeden," he said. "Before we finish these off, I want you to carry a message to King Melton. The final hostage. It will be his second daughter and she will be under my personal care." Lord Jaeden looked startled, "Your majesty, do you think he will agree to that? His eldest daughter is already married off and he surely has plans for his second." "If I demand it, he doesn't have much choice, does he?" Tybalt responded. "I don't think he will return to the battlefield to keep her when he has two older sons and three more daughters." Jaeden started to argue further, but Tybalt stared hard at him, making it clear he would brook no argument. "Yes, your majesty. I'll go inform him." Perhaps, Tybalt thought, he was pushing things a bit far, but she had captured his eye and he'd been unable to get her off his mind these past several weeks as they'd worked out the details of the peace, occupying the enemy castle and working to ensure the safety of his land. The princess probably should have been married off years ago. She looked to be in her early 20s and had a voluptuous figure that she showed off with fine gowns. She wore her golden brown hair braided and it wrapped down around her waist. The first time Tybalt had seen her, he'd looked into her eyes and been startled by the gleam of her emerald orbs. He'd started to greet her, but she'd tossed her head to the side and stalked away. He'd next seen her at a banquet held to celebrate the end of the hostilities, one in which the conquered royal family had to make a command appearance and swear their fealty to Tybalt. It was then he discovered who she was and he was not slow to notice that when the rest of the family was making their pledge, she pursed her lips and said nothing. Later yet, he would learn her name was Alais and according to the gossip from his mother's chief handmaid, she was the pampered, spoiled favorite of King Melton, the last child born to his first wife and said to be the spitting image of her favored mother who died of a fever when the princess was only 8. He briefly toyed with the idea of courting her, but knew the nobles in his kingdom would be unhappy if he took for a wife a princess of the country that had done them so much wrong. No, that would be extending too much favor to their enemies. Perhaps if she came home with him and his nobles learned to love her...but no, he must not think along those lines. It would be enough to get to know her, to have her as his prize. No one would object to that status. At least, no one in his kingdom. It remained to be seen what her father would say. It wouldn't take long for him to find out. A page arrived announcing that King Melton wished a private audience with him. He retired to his chambers and sent a message that he would see his host. Tybalt poured two glasses of wine and waited. Only a few minutes passed when the knock came at his door. He answered it and let in his conquered rival. King Melton's graying hair was only one of the hints of his age and the stress that had worn down this royal leader. Despite decades of caring for his realm, he'd let himself be bullied into an unwise war with his neighbors, a war he could not win. And when it was obvious he would lose, he ordered his troops to burn every enemy village and town as they retreated, looting, pillaging and kidnapping the helpless. It was an order he was paying dearly for now. Tybalt motioned to a chair and handed the king a glass of wine. He sat in a chair opposite him and said, "You wished to speak with me." "Your majesty," he began. "We have worked hard on these treaties and it is my desire to be as accommodating as possible." "That was, in fact, one of the conditions of our accepting your surrender," Tybalt said flatly. "Yes, of course," Melton hesitated, nervously taking a sip of wine. "I am hoping there is some room for negotiation." "We have negotiated many factors," Tybalt said. "What is it you wish to see changed now?" "Your latest request--you wanting Alais as a hostage. I...I understand you want assurances of my continued good will. But...Alais...Might I suggest my daughter Hailee instead. She is only two years younger, equally if not more beautiful and I'm sure she'll find her far more compliant." "She is the daughter of one of your handmaids, is she not? Not the daughter of your queen?" "Well, yes, but I assure you, your majesty, I have made her legitimate through all the laws of the realm." "That may be, but it is Alais that I wish to return with me." "Your majesty, have you spoken with her?" Tybalt raised an eyebrow, "I'm not suggesting I take her as my wife, King Melton. I'm not sure conversation with her is necessary for my purposes in keeping her as an assurance." "She...she is willful," said Melton after a long pause. "Perhaps it is my fault, for I have always given her whatever she wants and indulged her more than perhaps was good for her. But...I would like to keep her by my side." "If what you say is true, then it may be best for her to have a change of scenery--to be in a place where she will be expected to behave well and to bend her will to the needs of those around her--as we all must learn to some degree." "I'm not sure she will be amendable to such lessons," said Melton. "I find that giving her what she wants is the best way to keep the peace." "King Melton, I will offer you my assurances that Alais will be cared for and safe in my kingdom. She will be treated as befitting a princess and as appropriate to her behavior. I will be firm with her and she will be able to earn what favors she desires. However, I do insist that it is Alais that returns with me when I leave next week." "You have not informed her of this, King Tybalt?" asked the older man. "No, of course not. It is with you the negotiations are being held." "Might I suggest we call her here and inform her of your decision?" "I do not see why that is necessary. I am not seeking her permission or input." "No, no of course not, but...it might be best for your future peace of mind and allow you to be certain that this is the choice you wish to make. Perhaps I might call Hallie in as well and you can meet both girls." Tybalt slowly drank his wine, considering the offer. He had no intention of switching girls. For all that Hallie was beautiful in her own right, she did not attract his attention the way her older sister had. And yet...he would welcome the chance to meet Alais, to speak to her in semi-private, to inform her of his decision. "All right, send for your daughters. I will meet them both and then inform them of my decision." Melton rose and went to the door, sticking his head out and calling for his page. He dispatched him to fetch his daughters. He returned, sitting heavily. Tybalt directed the conversation to the older man's hounds, knowing it was a favorite subject of his and hoping to distract him for a brief period from the more uncomfortable topics of war and peace. Within a few minutes, there was a knock at the door and Tybalt opened it to the page and Princess Hallie. The young woman curtsied deeply to him and the page bowed. "Come in, my lady, and find a seat," Tybalt said gesturing to the royally outfitted room. He turned back to the page. "And where is her sister Alais?" The page shifted nervously, "I gave her the message, your majesty, and she said she was busy." "I see," Tybalt said evenly. "Tell her that she has misunderstood. The invitation is a command performance and she can either come here of her own free will or I will send my guard to drag her here." "Yes, your majesty," the page said, bowing and turning to deliver the message. Tybalt then turned and smile at Princess Hallie who had gone to take a seat next to her father. "My lady, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance." He reached for her hand and when she gave it, kissed it. "Might I offer you some wine?" "No, thank you, your majesty," she said, softly. "Might I know how I may please you?" "Your presence is very pleasing, my lady," Tybalt said. "Your father suggested we may wish to become better acquainted. Perhaps you might tell me a bit about yourself. What do you enjoy doing when the court does not demand your duties and presence?" Princess Hailee nodded her head, "I find my needlepoint takes up much of my time, your majesty. And one of my father's scribes will often come and read me the most wonderful poetry." "I see. Do you ever write any yourself, my lady?" "Oh, no, your majesty," she said, somewhat flustered. "I was never very good at my studies and have not the knack for composing poetry or indeed, writing at all." "How would you stay in touch with your loved ones if you were to travel from home?" "I'm not one for traveling, your majesty. I suppose some day I shall have to travel to my husband's home to live with him, but I hope he shall be generous and allow me to travel back home for visits." Tybalt poured himself a second glass of wine and politely engaged Princess Haillie and her father in conversation. He had to admit, she was pliable, polite, charming and on the whole, unremarkable. He found himself growing restless. He'd just finished the glass of wine when there was a commotion at the door. He crossed quickly and opened the door just as a fiery young woman slapped his page across the face. "What is the meaning of this?" he demanded, stepping between his page and the woman. "This frothy, ill-breeding pignut thinks he can command me in my own palace," the woman fumed. "If you are referring to my page," Tybalt said stiffly. "He carries my commands--commands you are expected to obey. He is not subject to your abuse or insults." "I am perfectly capable of announcing myself and will not wait upon a servant's mewling." "Reid follows the protocols I have established for him. He is a trusted aide and you would do well to follow his lead. You are, I assume, Princess Alais?" The princess tossed her head and strode into the room. Her father and sister stood and she addressed her father angrily, "Father, what is the meaning of this usurper sending orders through a lackey? Did you allow this?" "Alais, please," King Melton pleaded. "We have pledged our fealty to King Tybalt and must obey him. I have told you the peace talks are sensitive. I beg you to try to please him, to bend your will to his and treat him with some dignity and respect." "You beg her?" Tybalt said frowning, following the princess into the room. "Princess Alais, I am no usurper. Your father surrendered and I have generously allowed him to keep his throne on several conditions that we are now working out. However, you and your family as well as all those in your kingdom are now subject to my rule." "I made no such vow!" Alais snarled. "And yet, your family is required to under the terms of surrender. I expect your obedience in all things, my lady. I am your monarch and your sovereign." "Daughter, please," King Melton spoke up. "His majesty was merely asking for your presence. Surely you can speak kindly to him and observe civilities." "Just because you have gone mealy mouthed and are kowtowing to him, doesn't mean I'm going to dance to his fiddle," she snapped. "My lady," Tybalt said, warning heavy in his voice. "Are you refusing to acknowledge my authority?" "What if I am?" she said tossing her head defiantly at him. "Are you going to throw me in our own dungeon?" "That is one option," Tybalt said. "I can think of several others. Now, why don't we try to start again, my lady? May I pour you a glass of wine?" "I can pour my own wine," Alais said, crossing over to the pitcher, pouring herself a glass and then tossing it down quickly. "Why have you summoned me here? I can think of a hundred things I'd rather be doing." "Either you or your sister will be returning with me to my castle," Tybalt said, looking from one sister to the next. Hallie immediately dropped her eyes, wringing her hands nervously in her lap while Alais' eyes flared and she tossed the glass to the floor, shattering it. "I will do no such thing!" she retorted. "Father, tell him!" Tybalt stepped toward the angry princess, steel in his voice as he said, "You will do so if I wish it." Alais stomped her foot in anger and raised her hand to slap Tybalt across the face, but his hand shot up and grabbed her by the wrist. He pulled her over to a nearby stool, where he sat and pulled her across one knee. He yanked up her voluminous skirts and pinned her legs in place with his other leg. Then, twisting her arm behind her back, he pulled her tightly to him and began to smack her bottom over her bloomers. "What are you doing? Stop it this instant!" the princess shrieked as her father and sister looked on in shock. "I won't allow this. Stop it!" Tybalt got a grim look on his face and continued to rain down hard smacks upon her butt. She kicked her feet frantically and tried to squirm away, but he held her firmly in place. "Father, stop him! Don't let him do this to me!" she cried out, aiming her commands at her royal sire when the ones to the young king did no good. The angry woman's father stood, reaching out a hand ineffectually, "Really, your majesty....she's...is she not much too old for this treatment? And, if not, at least let me call her whipping girl." "No." King Tybalt said firmly. "If she's going to act the way she has, she will take the consequences. One way or another, she will learn civility and obedience. And, she will learn not to raise a hand to her sovereign." He began spanking harder and faster, briefly considering pulling her bloomers out of the way and then deciding this was not the appropriate time or place for that. They were thin enough that he could already see her begin to glow red through them. Alais continued to writhe over his lap, cursing at him and kicking her legs in an effort to escape his grip. "If you continue with the language, Princess, your spanking will be followed with a dose of castor oil." "You wouldn't dare! I won't take it," Alais responded, this time dropping the obscenities from her speech. "I would and you will," said Tybalt. He then began concentrating each smack on the same spot, the lower part of her fleshy globes. He counted silently, stopping only when he'd reached 15 and then moved to the same spot on her other cheek. He repeated the attention. Alais cried out, desperately trying to reach her hands around his torso to protect her bottom. Her angry protestations turned to pleas, "Stop, that hurts, please!" Tybalt continued to spank, raining hard and fast blows all over her bottom. When he heard her first sob, he stopped, deciding now was not the time to break her. He rested his hand on her bottom, feeling the heat through her silky bloomers. "Are you ready to apologize, Princess?" he said, giving her firm pats in warning. "Or shall I continue?" "No, stop--please." Alais swallowed and with distaste thick in her voice, she said, "I'm sorry I tried to slap you." "Is it going to happen again?" "No," she said. "I won't ever try to hit you again. Let me up." Tybalt gave her four more hard smacks, two to each cheek, "Soon, princess, you will learn that you are not the one who gives the orders." He then lifted her up and put her back on her feet. She hastily pulled her gown down and arranged it around her legs. She started to rub her bottom and then pulled her hands back, not wanting to further humiliate herself before this foreign king, her father and her younger sister. With a look toward the older man, King Tybalt strode over to his desk, turning his back on Alais. "Princess Alais, you are to leave now. You have two days to pack your things and say your goodbyes and then you will begin the journey to my castle in a luxurious coach appropriate to your station." He turned and looked at her sternly, "And if you do not appear of your own free will, my guards will find you, bind you and you will make the trip in far less comfort." She started to object but as soon as she opened her mouth, he said, "Now go." She huffed and then turned and speedily left the room, slamming the door behind her. Tybalt turned to the papers on his desk and wrote silently for a few moments. He then brought the parchment over to where King Melton and his younger daughter were still sitting quietly. Placing it before his vanquished enemy, he handed him a pen. "I have written her name in as the final hostage. You will provide your signature and we will be done. I will ask nothing further of you." Melton took the pen, nervously running his finger through the quill. He slowly read the document, even though he was already familiar with it. He placed the pen's tip at the signature line and then looked up at Tybalt, "Your majesty, you've seen how willful she is. That one spanking isn't going to change her ways. Are you sure you want to do this?" Tybalt looked at the door through which Alais had stormed. He could feel the desire in his loins that had only grown by holding her over his legs. Her passionate behavior attracted, not repelled him. "No, I don't suppose one spanking is going to be enough," Tybalt said. "You needn't worry on that account. And yes. I am determined. Sign." As King Melton scratched his signature across the final addendum to the treaty, Tybalt felt a stir of excitement. He felt certain his life was about to change--and only time would tell how much this fiery, young maiden would liven his days.
  4. Journeys Cora fidgeted in the corner, listening carefully for Silas' step on the staircase up to their room. It felt like she'd been standing here forever, certainly much longer than he usually left her here. She just wanted to get this spanking over and get on to their lovemaking. She didn't want this spanking and only grudgingly felt she deserved it. Tonight was a big date for them, one they'd looked forward to all week. They'd gone to an afternoon concert and then out for a nice dinner. She couldn't help that she was pouting. Silas was going to be going away on business for a month and she wasn't getting to go with him this time because she had several paintings she had to finish before a major art show opening. She'd tried to convince him that she could bring her art supplies along with them, but they both knew that wouldn't work. They'd tried it before and she'd gotten very little done. But she didn't want to be away from him for a month. She'd begged to be allowed to join him for a weekend and he had firmly said she could only if she'd met her goals before he left--and she hadn't. He hadn't even spanked her for that--figuring not getting the trip she wanted was consequences enough. But he did finally put his foot down during dinner and tell her she had to stop complaining about it. She should have known he was serious. When she'd started her complaints up again, he'd called for the bill, silently driven them home and sent her up to the corner to wait for him. Cora knew she was being childish on some level, but the deadlines were not easy to meet. She just wasn't as structured as Silas was. He'd been trying to help her get more organized, to meet deadlines, to do what she needed to be successful as an artist--and it had made a difference. He'd also insisted that she pull her fair share around the house and had enforced that with more than a few hard spankings. Now she squirmed again, wearing only a sheer nightshirt, with no panties as he would just remove those anyway. He didn't often believe in warm-ups. If she was being disciplined, the spanking started on her bare bottom and was delivered in a way that always got her attention. Surely he wouldn't use his belt today, she thought, not just for her bad attitude. Granted, she also hadn't done any of her chores this weekend, but he'd seemed inclined to ignore that since he was leaving in two days. Perhaps, she thought, she could try to distract him by wiggling a lot over his lap, pressing her hips against his, getting him hard so he'd want to end the spanking as fast as she did and get on to other things. There it was! He was climbing the stairs. She carefully placed her hands on her head and stood still, trying to look the very model of submissive behavior. He opened the door and said, "Cora, I want you to come downstairs." She turned her head over her shoulder and looked at him in surprise, "Downstairs, sir?" she asked, for she always added the 'sir' when they were in disciplinary mode. "You heard me, Cora. Now." he said firmly, holding the door open for her and pointing down the stairs. Her question about dressing first died on her lips, for his "now" was never to be argued with. Especially not on an evening when she was eager to get him past the point of punishing her. She turned and walked across the room, hesitating in front of him, wondering whether she should kiss him, but deciding against it when she saw his stern demeanor. There would be time enough for that soon. She walked down the steps, with him following close behind. When they got to the landing, he took her by the upper arm and led her into the living room. She started in surprise as they entered. Sitting on their couch was an older woman, her hair in a bun, wearing a knee-length gray skirt and a button-up white shirt. She pressed back against Silas, embarrassed at her half-dressed state. She turned to look at him and then started to stumble out a confused greeting when Silas spoke up. "Cora, this is Eloise. You will address her as Ms. Booth. Eloise, this is my girlfriend, whom you've heard me speak so much about." Eloise stood up, crossing the room and held her hand out to Cora, ignoring the difference in how they were dressed. Cora took her hand, shook it and said, "It-it's a pleasure, if a surprise, to meet you, um, Ms. Booth." "I have not yet told her what we have discussed," Silas said. "I thought it best she learn as it became necessary." Eloise nodded and resumed her seat on the couch. Silas escorted Cora over to an armchair and motioned for her to sit while he sat in the ladderback chair, set in the middle of the room, a chair Cora knew was there for only one reason as it usually resided in the dining room. If he had pulled it out here, he had intentions of spanking her--but would he do so with company present? "Cora, I have had a lot of concerns about leaving you while I'm on this business trip. These past few weeks you have shown an increasing need for discipline--more even than I've been able to provide. I seem to be punishing you for the same things repeatedly and you don't learn." "S-Silas, I...please, must we talk about this in front of our guest?" Cora asked, blushing furiously. "Yes, in fact, we must," he responded. "Because that is why she is here. You have agreed to submit to what discipline I think is necessary for you, correct?" "Yes, sir, I have," she answered. "Have you any second thoughts about that?" "No, sir, I know I've been struggling lately, but you have been very good for me and I know I need the discipline." "Yes, I agree that you do," he said, nodding. He then turned to Eloise "Cora doesn't like it when I spank her, but she has agreed to it willingly and without any coercion. As I've told you, I don't think now is the time, especially before she has a major professional objective to meet, that her discipline be suspended even though I must be away for the next month." "From what you have told me, I agree," Eloise responded crisply. "I have much experience with men and women like her and I know just how to take them in hand and keep them focused." Silas nodded and turned back to Cora who had a look of surprise on her face, "So, Cora, I have contracted with Ms. Booth. She is going to be staying in our guest room while I am gone. She and I have discussed a program of discipline for you--and I want you to know that I have approved everything she is going to be doing. I have let her know what is off limits, what you respond to, and what some of our disciplinary rituals have been. She has also made several good suggestions. I expect you to obey her the way you would me. Am I understood?" Cora swallowed hard. Long ago, Silas had talked to her about getting someone else to discipline her when he couldn't. She had agreed to it, but didn't think it would ever happen. She certainly wasn't expecting it today, but he was also making it clear that now was not the time for her to argue. She slowly nodded, "Yes, sir, I understand. She...er, Ms. Booth is going to spank me while you are gone?" "Yes, Cora, and likely more often than I do. She will be following up on the tasks you have agreed to do, your painting goals, and making sure you file all the paperwork you are so fond of ignoring. She also has a list of things that I have asked her to work on with you. Things I fear I have been unable to get through to you about or have been inconsistent with. I know I am sometimes slack about letting you sleep in. Eloise will not be. Nor will the dishes rot in the sink for days on end." "I...yes, sir, I understand," Cora swallowed and turned to Eloise, "Ms. Booth, I...I will try not to be difficult with you." "That is of little matter, Cora," she responded "Whether you are difficult or easy, we will work together on your goals and you will make progress or you will regret it." "Yes, ma'am," she responded. "Very good," she said. She then turned to Silas. "You told me she gave you attitude tonight." "Yes," he answered, "and specifically persisted in whining and complaining after I'd asked her to stop several times. I made it clear she would be punished for that." "We have talked about how you spank her, but I should like to see a demonstration before I begin," Eloise said. "An excellent idea," Silas said. "Cora, come here." She stood up, hesitatingly, realizing that not only was she not going to be consulted on whether she thought it was a good idea, but that she wasn't going to be able to wiggle her way out of a sound spanking, not if Silas were giving a "demonstration" of how he spanked her. She walked over to him and put her hand out to him. Silas took her by the wrist and looked sternly into her eyes, "Cora, you know better than to behave how you behaved tonight. It was supposed to be a special night for us, our last date before I leave. Eloise wasn't planning to come over until tomorrow, but when you behaved so abominably tonight, I called her and asked if she would come tonight because your spanking couldn't wait." "Please, sir, I didn't mean to spoil our evening, I'm just going to miss you so much," she said. "And you know I will miss you, Cora. I don't want to leave you, but this trip is necessary and you've known about it for a long time. It should be a chance for you to get a lot of work done while I'm gone. But missing me is not an excuse to behave poorly." "I-I understand, sir." "Yes, I know you understand how you should behave, even when you don't do it. Do you understand what the consequences are?" Cora swallowed and nodded, "Yes, sir, you spank my bare bottom until it is red and sore." "Then let's get started, my girl," he said, pulling her over his lap and arranging her so her bottom was lifted in the air. He slid her nightshirt up, and patted her bare bottom a few times. He looked over at Cora, "I firmly believe that most spankings should be delivered on the bare bottom. There are a few times I deliver a quick spanking over whatever Cora is wearing, but mostly, I spank her bare bottom." Cora glanced over at Eloise and saw her nod and take a notebook out of her purse. However, her attention was quickly brought back to her predicament as Silas delivered two hard spanks, one to each cheek. She gritted her teeth, not wanting to lose her dignity in front of the woman Silas had brought into her home. For the moment, it seemed like the wiser course, even though had she thought about it, she'd have realized her stubbornness would prolong her spanking. Silas proceeded with little regard for her efforts at dignity. He simply began spanking, one cheek after the next, back and forth, moderately hard, enough to get her attention. Maybe, she thought, he'd spare her after all. Surely he wouldn't want to humiliate her further in front of a stranger, would he? "Cora, you know you earned this," he said, pausing for a moment. "It is your behavior and your choices that get you spanked." "I didn't choose for you to spank me!" Cora objected. Silas sighed and delivered a flurry of hard blows across both cheeks, focusing on the lower part of her globes where he knew she would be most vulnerable. He continued spanking until he got a yelp out of her and then answered, "Yes, Cora, you did choose this. You chose it when you continued to show a bad attitude even after I'd warned you. You chose it when you acted in a childish manner--not at all the fine woman that you are and can be. You know this is the consequence for bad behavior." He shifted her in his lap, locking his legs around hers and then reaching for her arm and pinning her by the wrist to her back. Cora groaned inwardly. She knew what this meant. On one hand, she was grateful he didn't expect her not to reach back on her own, on the other, she hated knowing he was about to ramp up his spanking. All hope of suffering silently through the spanking abandoned her as he began to spank again, hard spanks that covered her entire bottom and soon had it glowing a rosy red. She was now crying out apologies and promising she would turn her attitude around. He ignored her and continued to spank until she went limp, the fight gone from her. He paused, rubbed and then gave two more hard spanks. "Stand up, Cora," he said, helping her to her feet. She sniffed, reaching back to rub her sore bottom. "I..I'm sorry, sir. I know I shouldn't have behaved that way. I promise I'll not complain about you going away again." Silas nodded and pointed to the corner, "Go stand there, Cora. Hands on your head." Cora's head drooped, but she obeyed, moving to the corner, putting her nose in it and placing her hands on her head. "Thank you for that demonstration," Eloise said, making a few more notes in her notebook. "She was in need of it," Silas said. "It seemed a good time for you to come over." "You also said it was her job to keep up the dishes, yes?" "Yes, we split household duties, but hers is to do the dishes right after each meal." "I noticed that when I arrived, the sink was full of dishes. Has she been punished for that?" "Well, no," Silas said. "As I mentioned, I've been slack about that. It was my last weekend at home and I was hoping I wouldn't have to spend it disciplining her." "I see." Eloise said in a tone that communicated her disagreement. "Might I make a suggestion?" "Of course," Silas said. "Since you were unable to go without disciplining her, I would recommend that issue not be allowed to go unpunished either. I would also like to ask that you allow me to punish her for it--in front of you so that she understands fully that I have your approval to discipline her." "You mean tonight?" "Yes. Immediately. Although, I think she should spend at least 10 minutes in the corner reflecting on the spanking you gave her and anticipating the one she is about to get." Silas paused and then nodded, "Very well. I really have let it go too often and it's been two days since she's done the dishes." In the corner, Cora's eyes went wide and she bit down on her lip to keep herself from objecting. Ten minutes, she thought. I have ten minutes to decide whether I'm going to let this happen or whether I'm going to tell Silas that no, this is outside my boundaries. They were still talking, but Cora could no longer focus on their words. Yes, her bottom stung from the spanking, but it was quickly fading. If they were now making love, she would barely notice it, it would just be pushing her to greater heights. Instead, she found herself feeling more vulnerable than ever. She'd had other boyfriends spank her before, but what would it be like to get spanked by this woman in front of Silas? A spanking that was purely disciplinary in nature? Would it hurt less because she was a woman and older? She blushed again as she listened to Eloise and Silas discuss her behavior and the kind of spankings they thought she should get. Silas was right, she realized. She really shouldn't go a month without discipline. Once he left, she was sure to slough off even though she had a major show opening coming up. She'd already planned to ignore most of her chores, even though it would be hellish to get back in the habit before he got home. Maybe this would be a good thing. Certainly she often shrugged off the seriousness of a spanking knowing she would get sex afterward. That would not be the case with this disciplinarian. If it got beyond what she could bear, she could always call him and tell him that she couldn't do it anymore. But...yes, she realized, she needed to try this. She'd barely come to that conclusion when she heard Eloise call her over. She turned and went to stand before the severe-looking woman, casting her eyes on the floor. "Look at me, Cora," she said. Cora raised her eyes, "Yes, Ms. Booth." "I want you to go down the hallway to the bathroom and fetch the maple hairbrush that Silas tells me he uses to spank you upon occasion. You are going to become much more familiar with it in the next few weeks. Now go." Cora quickly moved down the hallway without another word, even though she wanted to argue. She hated the hairbrush almost as much as she did getting Silas' belt. The belt hurt more, but a hairbrush spanking always lasted longer and the soreness lingered far more than the belt. She picked it up, pausing as she hefted it in her hand, lightly tapping it against her other hand as a reminder of what it felt like. She glanced up at the mirror, seeing her tear-stained face reflected in it. She shook her head, the time for all these reflections were over. Her decision was made, she was going to stick with it. She walked back out to the living room and stood before Ms. Booth. With a little more confidence in her voice she said, "I have been slacking in my duties and taking advantage of Silas' good nature. We agreed I needed discipline and I want to thank you now for giving it to me because I'm pretty sure in a few moments, I'm not going to feel like thanking you." Eloise gave a slight smile and nodded. Holding out her hand for the brush, she said, "Very well. This will be much more successful with your cooperation. Now, over my knee." Cora handed her the brush, noted the hand her disciplinarian took it in and then lay across her lap so that her dominant hand would have easy access to its target. She glanced over at Silas and the two of them made eye contact, holding it while Eloise tapped on the younger woman's bottom. "I want you to pay attention, Cora," she said. "Any time you leave the dishes in the sink for longer than 20 minutes after a meal is finished, you will be over my knee in the kitchen, your bottom bared, getting soundly spanked with either this hairbrush, my small paddle, or a wooden spoon--whatever is most convenient. You will then immediately do the dishes and when they are complete, you will go back over my knees for a hand spanking that will last however long it took you to complete the dishes in a satisfactory manner. Do you understand?" "Yes, ma'am," Cora said, her eyes going wide with concern, reinforced by the solemn nod that Silas gave. "I'll make sure I get the dishes done." Eloise pushed her night shirt up her back, making sure her bottom was once again bare and then brought the brush down on Cora's cheek with a sharp smack and said, "Yes, you will. I am sure it will not be a continued problem for long." Without further scolding, Eloise began to spank. Cora was soon gasping and squirming over her lap. While Silas was sometimes distracted by the warmth of her body or her wiggling at him, Eloise clearly was not. There was no rubbing, no pausing to caress her bottom. Instead, she brought the brush down steadily, spanking several times on one cheek and then moving to the other. "Please, ma'am," Cora finally cried out, "Please, I'm sorry, please stop." Eloise's only answer was to pick up the pace, spanking harder and faster, covering Cora's entire bottom. Cora pounded on the couch's cushions in front of her, her legs pumping frantically. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, no more, please!" Cora begged. Eloise stopped for a moment, shifting Cora in her lap and locking her legs with her own. She tapped the brush on Cora's now rosy bottom. "Yes, Cora, I'm sure you are sorry," she said. "But I am not done yet. You do not get to say when your spanking ends or how much you can take. I will decide that--your behavior will decide that. For one meal? Yes, your spanking might be done now. But you have two days worth of dishes piled up in the sink. You were purposely taking advantage. You're going to think twice about ever doing that again." With that, Eloise began to spank again, slower now, but harder, moving from cheek to cheek and up and down, paying close attention to her sensitive sit spots. Soon, Cora had tears running down her face as she promised to do better. Eloise paused for a moment, tapping the brush on Cora's thigh. "All right, Cora. We're almost done. Ten more and with each stroke you will promise to get the dishes done on time. If you do not promise in a timely or clear manner, I'll simply add smacks until you do." Eloise lifted the brush and brought it down hard on Cora's right cheek. Cora cried out in alarm, desperately trying to push her bottom down into Eloise's thigh and away from the brush. Just as she started to remember to speak up, the brush landed again and Cora realized she'd just earned an extra. "I promise I will do the dishes after each meal," she cried out, barely finishing before the hair brush cracked down again. Eloise continued to spank in a steady pace and Cora received several extra smacks before she quickly began to make her promises, one right after the other until she'd gotten it out ten times and Eloise finally stopped her barrage. Eloise unlocked her leg and helped Cora to her feet, the younger woman still shaking and distraught. There was silence in the room for a few minutes while Cora composed herself and then Silas spoke up. "I hope, my love, that it won't take too many of those before you learn...and that by the time I get home, it is no longer a problem," he said, his voice gentler than it was before. "Y-yes, sir, I promise I will do better." "Yes, so I have heard," Silas said. "On Monday, after I have left, Eloise will go over with you what you can expect while I am gone. There is something I am going to demand from you. After each of your spankings, you will sit on a hard chair in front of the desktop computer and send me an email detailing your punishment and why you received it...with the exception of any bedtime spankings you receive. Those can wait until the next morning. I will be keeping track of how many times you give Eloise cause to spank you and we will discuss it when I get home. Am I understood?" Cora's hands went back to rub her now very sore bottom, "I...yes, sir, I understand very clearly." Silas nodded, "Now, why don't you go do the dishes while Eloise and I finish a few things up. Just for this time, you won't get spanked after finishing them." Cora nodded, resisting the urge to run into Silas' arms for a comforting hug. Instead, she turned to Eloise and swallowing hard said, "I will see you Monday, ma'am. Th-thank you for your attention and I will work hard at keeping my promises." "Yes, Cora. You can expect me at 9 a.m. Please be dressed and ready for me." Cora nodded and went to the kitchen to attack the dirty dishes that had piled up. As she washed, she once again found tears trailing down her eyes. Yes, she needed the spankings and the discipline. They frightened her a little, but they were going to be good for her. She still, though, didn't want Silas to leave and didn't know how she would do without him for a month. She was just drying and putting away the last of the dishes when Silas came into the kitchen and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, kissing her neck and pressing his body against hers. Turning, she brought her lips to his and her somewhat tentative kiss was greeted with a passionate one by him. She turned in his arms and returned his kiss, her lips parting and her tongue eagerly seeking his out. Finally they parted and he took her face in his hands, "Cora, my love, I know tonight was hard for you, but I hope you know I'm doing all this because I love and care for you and want what is best for you." "Oh, sir, I'm sorry I ruined our date night together. I'm going to try hard not to complain anymore--I'm just going to miss you so very much and I don't know what I'm going to do without you." Silas kissed her gently again and then took her by the hand and led her back to the living room. "You're braver than you give yourself credit for. You'll be busy and you'll do just fine without me. We'll keep in touch and when I get home, I'll take a long weekend off to be with you." "I would like that, Silas," she responded softly. "And for now, let's let the rest of our night be memorable to get us through the time apart," Silas said, taking her to the arm of the couch and bending her over it. He pulled her nightshirt off and began caressing her, first tenderly rubbing her still throbbing, red ass and then moving up her back and around to cup her breasts. He leaned over her and whispered in her ear, "I've wanted you so badly tonight. It was hard to commit to your discipline when all I wanted to do was bend you over like this and fuck you hard." "Oh, sir," Cora responded breathlessly, "I am yours, in every way." Silas stood up, stripping and letting his clothes fall to the floor as he eagerly spread her legs, one hand on each thigh. He squeezed and then leaned down to kiss each of her flaming ass cheeks. She moaned and he stood again, pressing his hard and eager cock against her warm, wet sex. He smiled at how eager she was for him, how ready her body was. He rubbed against her sex and then, with a strong, deep thrust, entered her. Cora cried out in delight, her senses afire as he pulled back and then thrust in again...then again, taking her hard and without hesitation. He rode her hard, hungrily, fucking her with abandon and then, slowly, catching his breath and easing into a steady, strong rhythm. She pressed back against him, flexing the walls of her sex around him, squeezing with a moan. He continued to stroke her with his hard shaft, their bodies in sync. He then reached down, placing a hand on her lower back, his thumb pressing between her cheeks, "You please me so much, my love. Your ass has taken so much punishment tonight, yet you still offer it to me." Cora shivered, every cell coming alive as his thumb pressed against me, While each stroke of his cock was sending her higher, it was his words that made her heart pound, "Oh, sir," she said. "My ass is yours--sometimes to punish, but always for your pleasure, always ready to feed your hunger." He circled her anus with his thumb, massaging, pressing as he kept a steady rhythm, stroking his hard cock deep inside her. He pressed more, his thumb forcing her open, the tip just inside as he circled and massaged, "Yes, my Cora, you are all mine, for whatever I need, and you feel so good, I need it all." Cora's breath came fast and short as he opened her. She tried to speak, but instead, let out a long, low moan. Silas joined her in a moan as he thrust his thumb inside her, deep into her ass at the same time thrusting hard, riding her with wild passion as he pushed her against the arm of the couch, fast and hard. Feeling wave after wave of sensation roll over her, Cora knew every spank she'd taken earlier had primed her for this moment. Her sex quivered around him, her ass squeezing around his thumb and she knew any moment she would be lost in that primal bliss that came from the merging of their bodies. Silas groaned, sensing the energy in her, thrusting deep and ravishing her with his passion. He kept his thumb tight in her twitching ass, wild pleasure filling his body. He leaned down and growled in her ear, "Oh my girl, let go, cum for me, I want you to." He'd barely finished speaking and she began to soar, launched into a flight of passion, of hunger and need. Trying to speak, her words were cut off in a cry as her body quaked hard, intensely. She squeezed her ass, her thighs, the walls of her sex, absorbing him, memorizing him with every quake and every shiver. Silas gave into her wild energy, responding to it with a passion of his own, surging deep inside and exploding into ecstasy, pumping, thrusting, moaning as each spasm filled her. Cora felt his heat shoot up through her and she again cried out in wordless pleasure, quaking. Together, they soared in ecstasy, lost in the wonderful sensations and release, waves of pleasure rolling over them. Silas eased his thumb out of her and held her hips, riding her with primal lust as his body was drained. Slowly, they relaxed and his tight grip eased into caresses, sliding over her body, moaning with pleasure. She closed her eyes as he pressed in, holding them together, savoring the moment and all of its sensations. He whispered to her, "Think of this, my girl, when you get lonely, think of this and how we shall do it again and again when I get home." He pulled out and then helped her to her feet, pulling her into a tight embrace. He then smiled and scooped her up in his arms, "Or, perhaps how we shall do it again in the morning. Come, my girl...we have a bed awaiting us." She wrapped her arms around him as he carried her up the stairs, her heart finally at rest. Their passion wasn't going to cool while he was gone and maybe, just maybe, she'd get a lot done in his absence. For the rest of the evening, she even forgot that she'd be getting plenty of motivation while he was gone to do just that.
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