It was a HOT day. One of those late Spring days that creeps into the 90’s and makes you wish the swimming pools were open already. The weather here is so damned unpredictable. You never know from day to day if you’ll need shorts or a sweatshirt. Well, it was definitely a shorts kind of day. Hot and sweaty, we both showered as soon as we got home from work. Ahhhh. The AC on a low hum, we settled in for a nice, quiet evening. Little did I know…
He had plans. He only said something vague about it earlier at lunch. I figured he was picking up some movies and dinner. Nope. He made a lovely, light dinner and served it up with some sweet, fruity wine. Floral tones, he said. Mmmmm. When I suggested we retire to the couch for some snuggling, he said that I must have forgotten.
Forgotten what??? I was pretty clueless at that point. He looked at me with that evil grin of his and waggled his eyebrows. That cracked me up as usual. And I thought he was teasing me. Ummmm, no. He offered his hand and we stood up together. We’re going somewhere? He moved the coffee table into the middle of the living room floor. OK, that’s rather odd, perhaps he wanted to give me a back massage, but he usually doesn’t move the coffee table. I was puzzled only for a second.
He grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it up over my head. Woohoo!!! Living room sex! But he stopped when he had the shirt wrapped around my wrists. He made me close my eyes and tied a blindfold around my head. SO I was a little confused, but what the hell – I know I’m getting to cum, I’ll play along. Pulling my arms down, he turned me around and made me kneel down while he was fiddling behind me. I heard a familiar sound, but couldn’t place it until I felt the flat, soft cloth around my left wrist.
I smiled. Oh yummy…. This is gonna be good! He pulled my shirt off the rest of the way and gently kissed my hands. He tied the flat rope around one wrist, then the other, but he kept them apart. This stuff is made for climbing and it will not give. Once you’re in it, you’re in it – no turning back. So I relaxed, knowing it was going to be a long night. He grabbed me by my hair and led me by it and the rope – shuffling forward on my knees until I bumped into the coffee table. It was going to be a rough night as well, eh?
This whole time he’d only given short commands, keeping talk to a minimum. I followed suit, only making quiet noises of anticipation. He leaned me over the table, pulling my arms out to either side. My head hung down, my hair dragging the floor, he tied the ends of the rope to the legs of the table. He left plenty of give, which I thought was odd, but again – went with the flow.
So there I was, leaning over the coffee table, ass in the air, wrists tied to the table. Wondering what he was up to. Getting wet because I knew whatever it was, I’d enjoy it. He grabbed the hem of my skirt and yanked it up around my waist. No panties – it’s a rule in the evenings – easy access required! It was kind of nice because my skirt was still under my knees, protecting me from the carpet – a smidgeon.
He spread my legs far apart and tied my ankles. I found out later that he had tied the other ends to the couch legs so I couldn’t move my legs but a few inches. I figured out after a few minutes it was more so I couldn’t move my legs TOGETHER. My nipples rubbed the table as I squirmed, so by the time he was done, I was thoroughly aroused.
I was feeling pretty damn good about the game when SWACK! Damn near toppled the table! Youch that stung! I recognized the sensation and grinned. He was going to spank me with the crop. MMM. I like that. But I’m usually in a much more aroused state so it doesn’t hurt. At least not after the first few smacks. I tried to squirm away and he grabbed my hair from behind. He was standing over me.
“You have been a VERY bad girl, haven’t you?”
Smack!
“Haven’t you?”
I felt his breath on my neck; heard him growl softly into my ear. Between his pulling my hair and the feel of the bite he inflicted, my whole body was covered in goose bumps. Instant Hard-on. My pussy spasmed a few times before he backed up and smacked my ass again. It didn’t hurt as much as the first.
He let go of my hair only after pulling my head up to lick my mouth and make me whimper. I tried to nibble his lip but he pulled away before I could catch it between my teeth. He backed up quick so I couldn’t get a hold of him. I had enough give in the rope tied to my wrists that I could stretch my arms full out in front of me. Or lean up on my elbows on the table. But that was hard to do with my legs so far apart. He knew what he was doing.
“Now then – we both know you’ve been spending way to much time working. What do you think we should do about that?”
I really didn’t have a response, as my job was demanding and I hadn’t yet learned to back off the gas. So that’s why the crop. Punishment for not listening to him. He’d been trying for months to get me to work less. He’d said there was no reason to put in 75 hours or more a week. I hadn’t listened, just wanted to do my best at my new job. Wanted to give a lot more than I really needed to.
“Um, I can start working less – summer’s coming up and it’ll slow down quite a bit.”
SMACK! Is what I got for my answer.
“No, we’ve tried that already. You’ll back down for a week and then back to the grind. We obviously need to do something more drastic.”
Stay tuned for chapter 2, my lovelies...