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Username: Starcrossd66

Post Number: 2
Registered: 04-2007
Posted on Friday, April 06, 2007 - 10:36 am:   Edit Post

I got to the restaurant early, She was already there. We'd never met, only talked online, but I had no trouble spotting her. Her exquisite face had been burned into my psyche for some time.
Still I'm sure she saw my jaw drop when she stood up to introduce herself. Her pictures didn't come close to doing her justice. She was simply gorgeous. Wearing that little black dress that most women don't have a prayer of pulling off, black stockings & black patent stilettos; She didn't escape the notice of any man in the room.
Her silky black hair framed her angelic face perfectly, falling almost to her waist in the back. Tiny, understated diamonds adorned her ears & another small diamond sat in thin silver necklace at the base of her tan, shapely neck.
We sat down & I tried to make small talk, while she smiled & politely answered the dopey questions I struggled to come up with. She knew the issue I was skirting.
The waiter arrived & we ordered. I have no idea what I ate that night.
When the waiter departed she abruptly said, "So, tell me about your fantasy."
Panic spread over me. I wanted to call the whole thing off. My head was spinning, I was dazzled by the sparkling of her diamonds as she moved her head; & by the words that had come from her magnificent lips.
After an unknown period I managed to squeak, "Mistress, You, more than anyone already know..." She cut me off, still smiling sweetly & speaking softly, "Yes, but I need to hear you say it, & so do you."
I looked around the restaurant nervously, until a muted clatter under the table brought my attention back. I started to move the tablecloth aside when I felt her warm, nylon ensconced foot on my knee.
I drew in a sharp breath. "Well..?", she said, her foot sliding up my thigh to my crotch, kneading softly.
Breathlessly, I said, "I want you to put me over your knee & spank me, Mistress. With your hairbrushes & paddles. I want it to hurt."
I'd said it out loud for the first time in my life. It was barely a whisper, but I looked around as if I'd shouted it. Satisfied that no one seemed to notice, I looked at the table. I was too ashamed to take her gaze.
"Look at me", she said, soft but stern.
I looked up. Refusal was not an option. "That was a big step", she said. "You're closer to being comfortable with yourself than you think. Although later tonight 'comfortable' is probably not something you'll be..."
With this she grinned wickedly & gave my aching cock an extra tweak with her soft dexterous toes.
Our food came & we ate, talking of mundane things. Her foot stayed in my lap throughout the course of our meal. Alternating at times, sometimes using both, kneading, massaging, driving me crazy.
Eventually she asked if I was ready to go. Panic overtook me again. "Don't you want dessert?" I managed. "Indeed I do" she said, "You, writhing in my lap as I blister your ass with my hairbrush." I blushed deeply & signaled for the check.
My hands shook noticeably as I signed the credit card receipt. I joked to the waiter that I needed a drink. I figured it was less embarrassing than the truth.
I was on the verge of realizing a fantasy I'd nurtured all my life. Even though I was more aroused than I'd ever been,I was also frightened half out of my mind. Not just of the pain, though that was a big part of it, but of the humiliation. Shame, arousal & fear wrestled for control of my mind.
As we exited the restaurant I noticed that the night had grown chilly, so I took off my suit jacket & draped it over her bare, shapely shoulders. "Thank you" she purred.
Traversing the parking lot, the click-clack of her heels sounded ominous. I'd closed a lot of 'deals' in just this manner, but I'd never been in a situation like this.
Opening the passenger door of my car, I began to feel some of my old swagger return. I stepped forward & kissed her. Quickly pocketing my keys, my hands slid easily under my jacket & gripped the firm curves of her hips.
I was actually surprised that she didn't pull away, saying this wasn't how it worked. Instead she let me pull her close as our lips & tongues danced.
After more than a little time passed we finally disengaged. I couldn't help admiring her perfect rear & toned legs as she settled into the seat & placed her rather large purse between her feet. Walking around to the driver's side, I relaxed & began to feel a little more in control of the situation. I could not have been more wrong.
I eased the rented Mercedes out onto the busy street & before I could ask she said, "Turn right at the light." This was her town, I'd actually flown in to meet her.
A few more turns & we were on a two-lane highway, heading into the hills. As the Benz quietly ate up the road, she reached into her bag & placed an object in her lap & let her seat back.
Never looking at me, she brought the hairbrush from her lap & started slowly brushing her long, black hair. I was utterly transfixed by the polished pine brush she so delicately wielded.
As I struggled to stay in my lane a contented grin appeared on her face, but she remained silent. At last she said "Turn in here", pointing to the left with the brush.
I turned down the winding, private road & stopped at the gate. She told me the code & we pulled up to the house. My heart thundered in my chest as she practically jumped out of the car & headed for the door. Great, I thought to myself, suddenly wanting to slow things down.
It was the kind of house that a million dollar bid would get you laughed at. That's all I can tell you about it, other than the foyer I only saw one room.
I followed her through the stone-floored foyer & down two floor length steps into a large dimly lit receiving room. A fire burning in the fire place provided the only light. As my eyes adjusted I saw a few over sized couches & chairs lining the walls & little else. Except....
In the middle of the room sat an ornate straight-backed dining room chair, the seat & back were covered in red velvet. Leaning against the chair was an evil looking thick, wooden paddle. It was at least eighteen inches long & five wide. there were rows of holes drilled into it & I'd read enough to know that the holes help the paddle move more briskly through the air & prevent the buildup of an air cushion between it & its target.
I honestly felt like I might faint.
Lost in near panic, I didn't hear her walk up to me. The thick, blood-red carpet swallowed the sound.
"Mistress, is there anyone else h.." She cut me off, "Shhhhh. I want you to remove all your clothes. Fold them neatly & place them on one of the couches."
My hands shook comically as they went to my tie. I started walking toward the couch on the far wall. I couldn't take my eyes from the paddle leaning threateningly against the chair.
My distress deepened with every article I removed. I knew she was watching me, but I couldn't look at her. Finally I stood there nude, I didn't even know how to stand. I was acutely aware of my exposed bottom, I was also conscious of my very obvious arousal. I don't think I'd ever been so hard. Shame washed over me, crowding everything else out.
I jumped as if shot as light flooded the room from the chandelier. She stood smiling at me near the fireplace. She'd kicked off her shoes & taken the hairbrush from her bag. The menacing way she tapped the flat side of the brush on her thigh belied her sweet countenance.
"Ready to live your fantasy?"
I nodded dumbly. I couldn't speak. She bade me come by waving the brush as she softly padded to the chair. Sitting down, she pushed the paddle aside. It hit the carpet with a stomach-churning thump. Standing before her I could see her tan thighs above her lacy stocking tops.
"Over my knee", she said. "Head facing that way", motioning to her left with the now seemingly very large brush.
I descended awkwardly, my coordination had departed.
So many sights & sensations bombarded me. My cock strained against her soft thighs as my buttocks clenched in abject terror. My visual perspective provided additional trepidation. The first thing I noticed were her shapely ankles & calves, but my eyes soon drifted to the dreaded paddle. Then I saw something that escaped my notice earlier. There were two pair of shiny steel handcuffs, one side closed around the chair leg near each of my hands. But as bad as all that was; the worst thing was not being able to see her hands...or that hairbrush.
My body jumped as she softly patted my ass & said, "I'm going to give you a safe word my dear, utter that word & the scene will end immediately."
"Mistress, I.." she shushed me again. "That word is darling."
Then my field of vision turned red & I bucked wildly as the brush landed HARD on my right cheek. My right hand instinctively flew back to shield myself. She grabbed my wrist & unleashed a flurry of stinging swats all over my behind.
"Don't do that again" she intoned sternly & started spanking me in earnest. The pain was exquisite, unlike anything I'd ever experienced. Panic started to overtake me. I was afraid it would never stop. I'd forgotten all about the 'safe' word & in retrospect I'm glad I did. I would have used it in that moment & never realized being pushed beyond my limits, which was why I came here.
At last it stopped. My head hung limp. Sweat ran from my forehead into my hair. "Your ass is a lovely shade of red, my pet. But its not to my liking just yet".
She started another barrage & again I tried to cover myself.
Sounding exasperated she said, "Obviously you need to be restrained. Close the handcuff around your right wrist & I'll do the other one".
I did as I was told & looked at her face as she leaned over & locked the cuff around my left wrist. She was smiling the same sweet smile that I'd seen in the restaurant. I watched & shuddered as she picked up the paddle. I heard it whistle as it sliced through the air & struck....nothing. My fists strained against the handcuffs until relief spread over me & I relaxed. She'd faked me out.
Then she swung again, catching both of my very sore cheeks full on. I'm sure I must have almost screamed, "OWWWWWWW GOD!" She started a slow, steady rhythm that had me writhing, just like she'd promised. She picked up the pace, spanking me harder & harder. At some point I realized there was a Nirvana in this delicious torture.
I began to experience what could only be called an emotional & psychological orgasm. Something clicked & I was changed forever. As she increased her efforts My body heaved & a great sob escaped me. Hot tears burned in my eyes.
"Darling", I whispered....
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Username: Ruinae8

Post Number: 14
Registered: 03-2007
Posted on Friday, April 06, 2007 - 02:21 pm:   Edit Post

Great story Starcross - I really enjoyed that (you a script writer by any chance?)
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Username: Starcrossd66

Post Number: 3
Registered: 04-2007
Posted on Friday, April 06, 2007 - 03:21 pm:   Edit Post

I haven't written any scripts as yet.
Are you a producer?
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Username: Badgirl

Post Number: 187
Registered: 11-2005
Posted on Sunday, April 08, 2007 - 04:28 pm:   Edit Post

Awesome story, Starcross.

When do we get the next edition?
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Username: Rawhide

Post Number: 6
Registered: 04-2007
Posted on Sunday, April 22, 2007 - 09:50 pm:   Edit Post

Great story! I felt like I was actually there!}
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Username: Spanking_deserved

Post Number: 2
Registered: 04-2007
Posted on Monday, April 30, 2007 - 05:21 pm:   Edit Post

Great Story!
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Username: Spankette

Post Number: 4
Registered: 04-2007
Posted on Tuesday, May 01, 2007 - 03:09 pm:   Edit Post

There is something uniquely satisfying about fulfilling a man's fantasy such as this one.
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Username: Naughtythoughts

Post Number: 12
Registered: 01-2008
Posted on Saturday, March 01, 2008 - 09:44 pm:   Edit Post

Wonderful story!! I felt like I was in the story..
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Username: Spankme1964

Post Number: 4
Registered: 01-2010
Posted on Monday, March 08, 2010 - 10:38 pm:   Edit Post

Great story starcross. I would love to see a movie make out of it.
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Username: Rimfire

Post Number: 23
Registered: 11-2009

Posted on Saturday, March 13, 2010 - 06:42 pm:   Edit Post

Loved that story...and yeah id love to try that sometime but strong women are hard to find!
i did that with a girl once at a truckdriving school..(serious).
out of 30 guys there she came up to me?
hehe do i standout that much!my picture
Spanking is very erotic,it can hurt but in moderation can be fun..

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