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I moved down to the head of the table, grabbed a handful of hair and
pulled her
head up and to the side. She looked at me, her eyes shining with
excitement,
perspiration glowing on her forehead. I twisted my head and kissed her
full on
the lips. For a second or two there was no reaction, then the kiss was
returned
with vigor, our tongues entwined as we kissed passionately.
Releasing her head I returned to the butt plug which I twisted back and
forth in
semi circles combined with some more hard spanks bringing more
"oooohhhs and
aaaahhhs" from the head of the table. Withdrawing the plug I released
the ropes
from Deanne's ankles and took the cuffs off her wrists. I helped her to
her feet
and she stood shakily beside the table, steadying herself with one hand.
Deanne's eyes widened as I quickly stripped off my clothes, my hard cock
springing to attention.
Deanne smiled as I pushed her down to her knees and stroked my cock
before her
face. She looked up into my eyes, and asked "May I suck your cock,
Sir?" She
left the tip of her tongue peeking out between her lips.
She was wearing a tight ribbed turtleneck and a
short gray wool skirt, with cute black pumps. I immediately had a friend
introduce me to her.Spanking the soft smacking up
slowly and carefully, ensuring that all of the buttocks and
thighs were
well covered.
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I knew from past experience that
was near dropped the hairbrush
on couch. buttocks We hit it off right away and spent a long
time
chatting. At
first I thought she was about my age, 26. She was so mature and
intelligent, not
to mention extremely sexy, and not afraid to show it. Later in
the night,
after slamming some beers with my friends, I wanted to spend some more
time
talking to Alicia. I spotted her walking into one of the bedrooms, to
get new
cd's for the stereo. I followed her in, without her noticing me. I
almost fell
flat on my face when I entered the room. Alicia was bent over, looking
through
the pile of cd's. Her skirt slid up her cheeks and revealed a little
patch of
red plaid panties, not to mention the back of her tan, shapely legs. I
must have
been staring for about thirty seconds, when she finally turned around
and
noticed me. Feeling the alcohol and still being fazed by the awesome
sight, all
I could say was You are incredibly sexy.
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The eyes are cool, emerald amber slitted wonders, the lips upturned in
defiance
to the painting, one slender digit tap
I sat on the chair. "Right Deanne, over my knees".
Deanne whimpered as she laid herself over my knees. The bikini bottom
was a
g-string and her beautiful white bottom cheeks were a spanker's dream.
I rubbed
my hands over the firm flesh, squeezing and pinching.
My left hand held Deanne steady as my right hand started to gently
spank and
warm her lovely arse. I started slowly, making sure I covered all the
area of
her arse and upper thighs. Her skin was very smooth and tight; Deanne
had
obviously spent quite a lot of time here in the gym and the pool.
As I spanked lightly I was surprised that there was no verbal reaction
at all
from Deanne. Usually when a lady is spanked for the first time there
are quite a
few "ooooohs" and "ahhhhs" but this time, apart from the quiet sound of
the
spanks, there was no noise at all.
"Can you do it any harder?" Deanne suddenly inquired. "This is doing
nothing at
all for me."
"I certainly can Deanne", I replied with a grin, "Most ladies like to
be warmed
up slowly, but if you want it harder, then harder it will be."
"Smack, smack, smack," My hand rose and fell rapidly, the spanks a lot
harder
now. Deanne's skin turned from white to pink in seemingly no time at
all.
"Mmmmmmm, that's more like it," Deanne exclaimed as I spanked her hard,
the
sting on my hand telling me just how firmly I was striking her arse.
With hardly a pause I picked up my old fashioned wooden hairbrush and
started to
use it on Deanne's pink bottom.
"Ah, ouch, oh yes that's more like it Matt," Deanne encouraged me on.
"Whack, whack, whack!" It was not long before her skin turned from pink
to red
and Deanne even wriggled a little on my lap. I was amazed how Deanne
was taking
her first spanking. I admired the way she took the hairbrush as I knew
it
delivered quite a sting.
After about twenty spanks with the hairbrush Deanne called out to me.
"Please
stop Matt, I need to talk this over with you."
"Stand up Deanne," I ordered as I stopped spanking and put down the
hairbrush,
"And tell me what's on your mind."
Deanne rose and looked at me with sparkling eyes. "When you started the
spanks
did nothing for me at all, but after the hard spanks and the hair brush
I know I
need more. Show me what you have in your bag Matt, what other things
have you
got that you can use on me?"
ping a leathered thigh as she
scrutinizes
the piece.
A slow, calculated smile, bespeaking the horror and pleasures of her
company."...Some are quicker than others...some fight with every inch
of their
foolish minds...but you seem smart, dear nicholas."With that she turns,
the
echo of bootheels to the studio's hardwood floors, then a slight change
of tone
as they hit pavement....She pauses, bathed for an eternity of moments
in the
rainbowed light of cheap club signs, the painted hues to ebony leather
giving
her a surreal beauty...
"I suppose we will see, nicholas....Just how smart you really are..."
She turns to the street and the archway is ugly once more for her
departure.
He strokes his chin, feeling the slight scratch she put there...his body
tingles again at the thought of her touch....Yet, it is almost like a
scar...the beginning of her ownership privileges.He shakes his head
briskly,
trying to weed out the cobwebs she seems to be weaving inside of
him...as she
walks away, he yells after her.
"Yes, we will see.Why do you leave?Have you given up on me?"
No answer from the dampened streets but the far off mewling of a cat
chased
from a tavern dumpster.
He stands, shivering in the empty gallery....Wondering what he has
gotten him
into....He walks out into the street, looks for the entrancing woman,
but there
is no sign.Slowly, he walks into the darkness, knowing
not
where the future
leads.
He begins to trot, foolishly, like a lovesick puppy.
"If I am to follow, where is it you would take me?"His breath quickens,
not
because he is running, but more of the excitement he feels as her scent
drifts
behind and into his very soul.
No answer, just that vile chuckle again, those hips swaying in
seductive,
hypnotizing locomotion, the sheen of leather catching the speckled
shimmer of
Luna's tears through somber trees."It lacks pain...," she says with
conviction.That chill gaze then
dropping to
the other patron, her perusal no less appraising.
He stares at his visitor, and is immediately gripped by her enticing
beauty.She
sends out signals that can only be construed as dangerous, yet he can
not look
away.He is lured to her and stares back.
Ingas was
very strong and the force of the
sensual teasing
as the erotic
evening progressed.