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December 09, 2005
Wet Walk
We were to meet near a mall, at a point which was equidistant for both of us. It was a beautiful day - one of the first really warm days for April. When I pulled into the lot he was not there yet. Since it was a gorgeous day, I got out of the car and walked to the front, leaning against the front bumper, soaking up the warm sun, to wait for him. I was dressed in a tight t-shirt and short shorts, with high heeled sandals.
Nearby, there was a landscape truck parked in the lot, with several Hispanic laborers sitting in the shade, eating their lunch. I wondered what their reaction would be if they knew I was standing there, with a plug in my ass, as I had been instructed to wear. The thought kind of turned me on. Crimson walked to him and kneeled. Her taut thighs spread widely, while her hands were clasped behind her at the elbows. He nodded in approval. Master reached down, caressed her face- stroking gently with the backs of his fingers. Crimson smiled shyly and arched her back, proudly pushing her breasts against the satin blouse as she nuzzled his fingers. Master traced the outline of her neck. His fingers touched her nipples through the fabric, stroking the hard nubs gently. Crimson spread her thighs painfully wide with her black shirt high upon her brown thighs. Her already moistened slit was exposed. "You are so beautiful," he mused. She lowered her head with a blush spreading cross her cheeks. Master grinned as he pinched the pert nipples, tugging firmly. She could not help herself; she pushed her chest out further. Her clit was bulging, pulsing. Master slipped a collar around her graceful neck and clipped a link to it. He pulled Crimson up and led her to the bondage table. She padded softly behind him. Master fastened the clip to the table, which recessed in the middle, leaving her ass at the edge. "Spread your legs to the posts, slut," he commanded. She did so and he secured her legs, binding them with rope tightly. Crimson closed her eyes and inhaled deeply- her breasts heaving slightly. Master moved to where her breasts heaved, lifting the slats out, giving him access. He slipped a nipple clamp to each nub and looped the weighted chain under the table. Crimson sucked in a whimper as she began to lose herself in him. He attached another weight to the chain, sending it back and forth. She groaned. Her nipples hung heavily and the pain swept slowly across her body. Master moved to her ass and spanked each cheek, softly at first then harder with each slap. She nibbled at her bottom lip as a warm wave crashed along her bottom. She moaned at the pain that caused her cunt lips to tingle. He took out the patent leather crop and smacked her ass nice and hard, leaving red marks with each strike. Crimson parted her lips, "ahh, oooo's" fell from her mouth. He struck her thighs, then her cunt lips. She growled with the attempt to move her hips; wiggling her ass like a bitch in heat. "Cum, slut, cum now!" He demanded. Crimson convulsed as she released all the built up pleasure. She thrust her hips hungrily, animal-like. Master sucked her clit through clamped lips as she squirted such sweet nectar. Her body slowly calmed; her flushed skin glistened with sweat. He released her tired body as he slipped the fist out with a soft pop. "Thank you, my Master," she whispered. "Thank you, my sweet slut. You make me proud," he smiled. He undressed and rinsed off quickly.
"Yes, bitch- go ahead and wiggle," he smirked. He eagerly smacked the weights, sending them snipping. Her big brown nipples grew longer. The slut purred as her tits shook. Out of spite, he stroked her cunt, caressing the lips sensuously. Crimson bucked and humped, which made him smile. Master smacked her ass hard. "Good, little bitch," he snarled. "You are my little whore, aren't you?" He laughed. Crimson struggled against the restraints and he slapped her cunt harder. Crimson parted her lips, "ahh, oooo's" fell from her mouth. He struck her thighs, then her cunt lips. She growled with the attempt to move her hips; wiggling her ass like a bitch in heat. "Yes, bitch- go ahead and wiggle," he smirked. He eagerly smacked the weights, sending them snipping. Her big brown nipples grew longer. The slut purred as her tits shook. Out of spite, he stroked her cunt, caressing the lips sensuously. Crimson bucked and humped, which made him smile. Master smacked her ass hard. "Good, little bitch," he snarled. He smacked her slutty cunt, making sure to catch her throbbing clit each time. Her eyes were closed but she could her the faint cracking of a whip below her. The slut shuddered just as a lash found her ass, sending shots of pains though her trembling body. She felt as though she left her body; a gentle calmness within her gut. Master could see the slut needed a break so he dropped the whip and found oil. His strong hands massaged the welts causing her to wince. His fingers caressed every reddened inch of each cheek. He found himself thinking about it in unguarded moments, first wondering, then dreaming what would it be like to lower his trousers in front of a young woman, lie slowly across her lap, and wait for the first slap on his upturned backside. The thoughts invaded his masturbatory reveries, and Arnold began ejaculating often over the image. At last the dark curiosity overwhelmed him, and he sought out the address in the ad. To his surprise, it was located in an elegant shopping center in a fashionable part of the city. The sign "Vina's Salon of Spanking" fit tastefully alongside shops offering hair-styling and other personal services to the elite of the city. As he watched, from time to time an impeccably-dressed masculine customer would exit a hair stylist and enter the spanking salon, presumably to receive services at his other end. Plucking up his nerve, he entered and was greeted by an attractive middle-aged woman seated behind a desk. She spoke to him in a slight European accent. "Hello, I am Vina. May I help you?" Arnold entered a small sitting room, which was adjoined by a bathroom. "You are my little whore, aren't you?" He laughed. "Please let me cum all over you, please God, please," she pleaded. He only pressed deeper and his thumb rubbed against her clit firmly. "Are you ready to cum, my little cumslut?" He cackled. She groaned loudly and nodded. He bent down and suckled the clit into his mouth as his fist fucked her writhing body. A sign on the wall instructed him to don a garment fashioned like a long night shirt, which covered him from neck almost to his knees. Slits in the sides allowed the rear to be raised to expose his buttocks. Come to Vina's to relive an experience of youth.
Discover the relaxation and benefits of adult spanking in the lap of one of our skilled, attractive consultants. Feeling tense, worried or guilty? Want to stop smoking or break a personal habit? A wide range of corrective treatments is available. Whatever your needs, Vina's can take care of you. Fully licensed and state approved; complete discretion assured. Following the instructions, he remained naked beneath and felt his dangling penis rubbing against the soft cotton. He glanced around the parlor and saw a collection of birch rods, stout canes, leather-thong whips-- instruments of distinctly ominous nature. He hoped that he was not in for more than he had bargained for. As he mused about the experience to follow, his member stirred and began tenting out the light front of his shirt. Just then the door opened, and Vivian entered. She was a young woman of about twenty, several years younger than Arnold, dressed in a yellow pullover and red mini-skirt. Her legs were bare of stockings, and her feet were in sandals. Arnold's eyes instantly focused on her magnificently endowed bosom, which stretched the pullover seemingly to the breaking point. She was obviously bra-less, and buttons of prominent nipples showed through the thin fabric. He thrilled at the prospect of receiving a spanking from this very voluptuous girl, and her youth added an extra piquancy to the situation. She greeted him cheerfully, "Hello, Arnold, my name is Vivian, and I'll be spanking you today." She glanced down at the efforts of his hand on his conspicuous tumescence and chuckled, "Oh ho! What have we been up to? Getting in the mood?" Arnold blushed crimson in painful embarrassment. She motioned for Arnold to come over to her and lay him across her lap. His stiff erection folded painfully beneath him, and he shifted uncomfortably. She shook her head, "Now that's not going to work, is it?" She hiked up both her mini-skirt and the front of his gown and, without touching his private parts, she guided his hips so that his penis slipped between her bare thighs. She squeezed her legs together and Arnold gasped with pleasure. Well it has to go somewhere, doesn't it? Just lie still, and relax, now. I'm going to bare your bottom. She slowly slid the rear of the gown up above his waist. Arnold felt the cool air on his buttocks as she uncovered them and, looking up, realized that a mirror on the wall gave him full view of the proceedings. He saw a slender, almost effeminate man, stretched over the lap of a buxom, sexy girl, several years his junior. Her heavy nude breasts grazed against his back, and his tender bare buttocks offered themselves submissively to her whim. She lay her hand on his backside, covering its nakedness with her palm. The comforting touch of her hand and the snug, caressing pressure of her thighs on his member filled him with a rapturous warmth. She enhanced the intimate mood by saying, "Now Arnold, I know this is your first time, but don't be nervous or shy. We're going to take this very slowly. There'll be lots of time to talk and get to know each other real good. The first few swats will be real easy." She began slapping his buttocks lightly, hardly more than gentle pats.
Arnold felt no pain, only a tingling excitement as his nether cheeks blushed pink with the contact. He arched his back and thrust up his buttocks to meet her palm. Crimson sobbed as he invaded her. He pressed into her clit with his thumb, working the swollen bud. The pain and pleasure mixed beautifully as her head swam. Just as she relaxed, he slipped his entire fist into her cunt. Fingers wiggled across inner walls and she was not sure how she felt- vulnerable, violated, aroused. "See how I work your cunt. It is mine to do with as I please. I will violate you, if it pleases me," he snarled. Master fucked her cunt hard with his fist but sensuously stroked her clit. She begged him over and over. She needed release. Her body shuddered and shivered uncontrollably. Crimson began to thrash about violently. He spanked her clit merciless. Master moved to where her breasts heaved, lifting the slats out, giving him access. He slipped a nipple clamp to each nub and looped the weighted chain under the table. Crimson sucked in a whimper as she began to lose herself in him. He attached another weight to the chain, sending it back and forth. She groaned. Her nipples hung heavily and the pain swept slowly across her body. Master moved to her ass and spanked each cheek, softly at first then harder with each slap. She nibbled at her bottom lip as a warm wave crashed along her bottom. She moaned at the pain that caused her cunt lips to tingle. He took out the patent leather crop and smacked her ass nice and hard, leaving red marks with each strike. Crimson parted her lips, "ahh, oooo's" fell from her mouth. He struck her thighs, then her cunt lips. She growled with the attempt to move her hips; wiggling her ass like a bitch in heat. "Yes, bitch- go ahead and wiggle," he smirked. He eagerly smacked the weights, sending them snipping. Her big brown nipples grew longer. The slut purred as her tits shook. Out of spite, he stroked her cunt, caressing the lips sensuously. Crimson bucked and humped, which made him smile. Master smacked her ass hard. "Good, little bitch," he snarled. "You are my little whore, aren't you?" He laughed. Through clenched teeth she whispered, "Yes, Master." Crimson struggled against the restraints and he slapped her cunt harder. He smacked her slutty cunt, making sure to catch her throbbing clit each time. Her eyes were closed but she could her the faint cracking of a whip below her. The slut shuddered just as a lash found her ass, sending shots of pains though her trembling body. She felt as though she left her body; a gentle calmness within her gut. Master could see the slut needed a break so he dropped the whip and found oil. His strong hands massaged the welts causing her to wince. His fingers caressed every reddened inch of each cheek. With teasing intent, his fingers wandered down to her tortured lips. Crimson whimpered like a lost puppy. Master stroked the swollen bud between her legs, the oil slipped along her engorged clit.
Posted by Frank at 12:29 PM